Seven Zero: The vicious female supporting role pampered four little villains

Song Jialin stumbled back home. After walking the mountain road for a long time, her feet were numb as if they were not her own.

Seeing her coming back, Zhang Yuhua greeted her warmly immediately.

"Jialin, where were you last night? Mom is worried about you!"

"Go away! You don't have to worry about my business!"

Song Jialin pushed her away viciously with a cold face, and now she is annoyed, seeing her wrinkled orange face makes her sick.

"Jialin, Jialin, you are my daughter, how can I not care about your affairs? You look so haggard, what happened last night? Could it be, could it be... ..."

Zhang Yuhua couldn't continue talking here, and Song Jialin was already in a bad mood, and hearing Zhang Yuhua's random guesses made her even more irritable.

"I said you don't need to worry about my affairs. I've been babbling and buzzing non-stop. It's more annoying than flies circling around shit in the toilet. Do you not understand people's words or what's going on? ?”

Zhang Yuhua wanted to grab Song Jialin's hand, but she pushed her away rudely.

Zhang Yuhua didn't react for a while, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Her legs hit the ground first, and she knelt on the ground directly, and then supported the ground with her hands, and finally she didn't fall into a dog eating shit.

Zhang Yuhua only felt pain in her knee joints, and the numbness in her hands didn't seem to be her own.

When Song Jialin heard the movement behind her, she turned her head and glanced at her coldly, then she went upstairs to get her clothes and went straight to the bathroom.

Song Jialin took a comfortable bath, washed her hair again, and sprayed some perfume on her body, which finally covered the musty smell in the dilapidated house.

With wet hair loose, Song Jialin came out of the bathroom smelling good.

After washing her whole body, she was in a slightly better mood, but as soon as she went out, she saw Zhang Yuhua maintaining her original posture, lying on the ground and crying softly.

"You're such a big man, if you fall down, don't you know how to get up by yourself? Do you still want me to help you?"

"Cry, cry, cry, cry all day long, if you continue like this, my father will dump you sooner or later, and marry a young, beautiful and sensible woman back!"

When Song Jialin passed by Zhang Yuhua, instead of helping her, she tossed her hair and threw all the water on Zhang Yuhua's face.

Zhang Yuhua, who was out of breath from crying, felt a chill on her face before she could react.

She was taken aback at first, but when she realized it, she cried even more sadly than before.

Song Jialin came to the room on the second floor, and she closed the door with a bang, finally blocking out all the sound.

Song Jialin lay on the big soft and comfortable bed, and fell asleep with her limbs spread out.

It was already 6 o'clock in the afternoon when Song Jialin woke up again. She hadn't eaten all day, and her stomach was growling with hunger.

She changed her clothes and went downstairs, and briefly combed her hair.

Zhang Yuhua, who was still crying in the morning, obediently prepared meals for their father and daughter.

Song Jialin glanced at her contemptuously, and muttered in a low voice: "What a spineless cartilage! I'm hungry, give me a meal!"

Song Jialin sat down on the main seat and began to urge Zhang Yuhua to work.

"There is a problem with the rice cooker. The rice put in is not cooked properly. Today I can only use a pressure cooker to cook rice."

Zhang Yuhua reported the situation with eyes focused, and soon the unique "twittering" sound of a pressure cooker came from the kitchen.

Song Jialin frowned upon hearing that earth-shattering voice. She had recovered a lot after sleeping, but she still felt dizzy from time to time.

Song Jialin touched her forehead, it was scorching hot, after tossing all night last night, she still couldn't hold back the fever today.

Knowing that she had a fever, Song Jialin became even more hypocritical, taking advantage of her father's absence, she continued to insult and abuse Zhang Yuhua.

She learned these things from her father, anyway, no matter what she scolded Zhang Yuhua, she would not be angry.

In Song Jialin's heart, Zhang Yuhua had already tacitly agreed that Zhang Yuhua did not dare to have a temper, so she became even more unscrupulous.

Zhang Yuhua endured it silently, and whenever she couldn't bear it anymore, she would silently say in her heart: "My own, my own, my own!"

Say important things three times, and Zhang Yuhua can stop her anger after each time.

The rice was finally cooked, and Song Baoshun also came back from work.

The delicious food was brought to the table. Zhang Yuhua knew that her daughter was in a bad mood, so she spent a lot of time cooking today. She worked all afternoon to make these four dishes and one soup.

Song Baoshun picked up a chopstick of pork and quickly frowned: "What did you do with this pork? Why did you put so much salt? Doesn't salt cost money?"

Zhang Yuhua silently lowered her head and did not dare to make a sound, Song Jialin followed suit.

"Mom, it's fine if you don't go to work. You eat and drink my dad's food for free at home every day. You can't even cook a meal. The older you get, the more useless you are!"

Song Baoshun picked up another chopstick of green vegetables, but found that the green vegetables were bland and tasteless, obviously no salt was added.

"Vegetables are originally bland, but you don't even add salt. Can this food still be eaten?"

Song Baoshun scolded again and again, Zhang Yuhua lowered her head in shame for what she did wrong.

After a difficult meal, Song Jialin hugged Song Baoshun's arm and whispered, "Dad, I have something important to tell you. Let's go to the study."

Song Baoshun was always responsive to his daughter's requests, and the father and daughter came to the study one after the other.

When Song Jialin closed the door vigilantly, Song Baoshun sat on the grand teacher's chair and asked casually, "Tell me, there are no outsiders here."

"Dad, I went to live in Jiangjia Village yesterday, but I fell asleep in a daze at night and I didn't know what was bitten by something. The next morning, the villagers came to knock on my door and insisted on making me lose money..."

Song Jialin told Song Baoshun in detail what happened last night and this morning.

"Dad, Jiang Li said that she brought the children to meet Shen Chang'an, what do you say now?"

"Daughter, don't panic, first we need to know, how did Shen Changan know Jiang Li?"

Song Baoshun asked this very in-depth question, and Song Jialin was immediately stopped by the question.

……

Shen Chang'an quickly picked up the old photos on the bed, only to find that the patterns around the photos had been washed and blurred.

He opened his eyes wide and only saw a vague child in the photo.

From the photo, it can be seen that the child is fat and white, but the face cannot be seen clearly.

Shen Changan looked at the photo over and over again, although he could only see a little bit, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the child in this photo looked familiar.

Shen Changan sat in the room for a while, and finally couldn't bear to go out to make a public phone call.

There was only one place to call the public phone in Baiyun Town, and it was his turn that Chief Shen had arranged for a team for a long time.

Shen Changan dialed the phone number at home, and the response from the other end of the phone was a beeping busy tone.

"At this point in time, my parents should be at home. Why didn't they answer the phone? Did something happen at home?"

After Shen Changan put down the phone, he was still not reconciled, why don't he send a telegram back to ask about the situation?