You scumbag husband left me to a beggar? I am reborn to kill madness

Jing Feiyuan walked up to the second floor.

Little Zaizai was still lying on the wooden bed, sleeping soundly. She gently pinched Xiao Zaizai's face that was no longer pale, and said to Yaoyu Space, "Please, please let Yu'er wake up."

Yaoyu Space liked this gentle and polite owner very much, and immediately let the colorful light flow above Jing Yu's head.

The moment the light disappeared, Jing Yu woke up.

He opened his eyes drowsily, rubbed his eyes with his little fleshy hands, and saw Jing Feiyuan clearly in front of him. He happily climbed up and crawled into Jing Feiyuan's arms, "Oh, mother!"

Jing Feiyuan hugged the child tightly.

He is obviously four years old, but he is born with a weak mind and is as clingy as a two-year-old child, unable to stay away from his mother all the time.

Jing Feiyuan touched Yu'er's belly lovingly, "Are you hungry, Yu'er? Mom brought you steamed buns and lotus seed soup, can you eat some?"

Yu'er raised his head and looked at Jing Feiyuan.

He didn't understand anything else, but he understood it as soon as he was told to eat.

He nodded and smiled happily, patting his stomach with his little hand, "Belly! Hungry! Rice!"

Jing Feiyuan smiled and rubbed his belly, then brought the wet handkerchief to Yu'er, wiped his hands and face clean, and brought the hot buns over.

Jing Feiyuan was about to feed him, but he obediently took the bun, lowered his head and started to nibble on it.

His movement when eating the buns was a bit strange. He turned around and ate the skin on the side, then pulled out the meat inside, raised his head and happily handed it to Jing Feiyuan, "Mom! Eat!"

Jing Feiyuan was stunned.

Looking down at the little guy who insisted on feeding meat into her mouth, Jing Feiyuan felt sour.

The same thing happened to Yu'er, who died in her arms in Shen Tang in her previous life. No matter what delicious food he ate, he would give it to her first.

She suppressed the sourness in her heart, opened her mouth to accept the feeding from her son, lowered her head and pressed it against his forehead, "Yu'er is so good."

Yuer chuckled.

He fed his mother delicious meat and nibbled on the not-so-delicious steamed buns, but he was very satisfied with the food and was not at all picky about food like a rich young master.

After he finished eating a steamed bun, Jing Feiyuan picked up the lotus seed soup and fed it to him, "Yu'er, come on, open your mouth and drink Tiantian."

Yu'er obediently opened his little mouth, just like the little swallow being fed, his mouth was wider than a spoon.

After taking a sip of the lotus seed soup, he squinted his eyes with a satisfied look and licked his mouth, which made Jing Feiyuan even more happy.

After feeding Yu'er half a bowl of lotus seed soup, Jing Feiyuan took another bun and handed it to Yu'er.

Yu'er still ate the steamed buns by himself, picking out the delicious meat and wanting to give it to his mother.

Jing Feiyuan took it, turned his hand and stuffed it into Yu'er's mouth, "Be good, eat it yourself."

"Well."

Yu'er blinked his eyes stupidly, not understanding how the food he gave his mother to eat ended up in his own mouth. It was so magical!

He swallowed the delicious meat, shook his head happily, and continued to nibble on the edge of his bun.

After eating the buns, he found some bun crumbs on his fingers. He put his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, and then extended his little hand to Jing Feiyuan.

Jing Feiyuan gently wiped Yu'er's fingers with a handkerchief and stared at him strangely.

This child gave her a very strange feeling.

He is obviously dressed in brocade and wearing a unicorn jade pendant, and he looks like a young master from a wealthy family. However, he feels like he has found a treasure while eating the unpalatable buns, and subconsciously licks the crumbs on his fingers. This is not the case at all. He was raised in a pampered way.

On the contrary, it seems that when life is not good, you will develop the habit of saving food and not wasting it.

Strange, who is this child?

He can't really be the real young master of the regent's family who has been living abroad and suffered for four years, right?

Thinking of the torches he saw when leaving the Taoist temple last night, Jing Feiyuan pointed his finger.

No one hid Yu'er in the previous life. Those who were chasing him easily found Yu'er and took him to the cliff of the back mountain to kill him. Therefore, there was no massive search in the previous life.

Since those people dared to search for Yu'er so blatantly last night, they should be famous, right?

When she was free, she had to go to the Taoist temple again and inquire carefully who the person they were searching for was.

Whose son is her Yu'er?

"Yu'er, mother will take you for a walk outside the house."

Jing Feiyuan bent down and picked up Yu'er, and brought her to the yard outside the cabin.

The yard is full of herbs and flowers of all colors.

"Wow!"

Yu'er liked these flowers and plants so much that as soon as he hit the ground, he ran over and squatted in front of the flowers. He touched them gently with his little hands and looked at Jing Feiyuan and smiled.

He opened his beautiful big eyes and selected among the flowers, and then carefully picked a flower that he thought was the most beautiful. He ran over happily and gently put the flower in Jing Feiyuan's hair.

He clapped his little palms and said, "Mom! It looks good!"

Jing Feiyuan touched the little flowers in her hair, her eyes filled with tenderness, "Thank you, Yu'er."

Yu'er was so happy that she squatted down to play with her mother again.

After playing for a while, Jing Feiyuan guessed that her brother was coming to find her, so she turned to Yu'er and said softly, "Yu'er, you were injured and lost a lot of blood. You need to sleep more to recover your energy, mother." Let me carry you to bed, okay?"

Although Yu'er was born with a weak mind, he was more obedient than anyone else.

He obviously still wanted to play in the yard, but when he saw his mother opening her arms, he immediately threw away those beautiful flowers, stood up and stumbled into his mother's arms.

"mother!"

"good."

Jing Feiyuan carried the clingy little cub into the wooden house and went up to the second floor.

She ordered the Yaoyu Space to let Yu'er fall asleep, then went back to her boudoir to get her clean clothes and quilt, then entered the space again, changed out of Yu'er's blood-stained clothes, and made Yu'er's bed comfortable. After tucking Yu'er into a quilt, she left with peace of mind.

As soon as he returned to the boudoir and opened the window, Jing Xunhe ran over.

The little boy seemed to have endless energy, holding a big bundle, banging on the door, shouting excitedly, "Sister! Sister! I'm bringing you rouge and gouache!"

Jing Feiyuan opened the door.

After bathing and changing his clothes, Jing Xunhe hugged his sister's arm and walked into the room with a smile.

He put the big bundle on the table and put his hands on his hips proudly, "Sister, you can unpack it yourself! There are so many things, I won't be happy for you!"

Jing Feiyuan couldn't help laughing, why is her brother so cute?

She pulled her brother to sit down, and her slender fingers slowly untied the knot of the baggage.

Opening the bag, her eyes were filled with dozens of gadgets inside.

Several beautiful small wooden boxes contain rouge of different colors.

A dozen small porcelain bottles contain balms and hair oils with different scents.

There are also many exquisite boxes containing hairpins, beads, flowers, and earrings.

There are also several small sachets, which contain various exquisite toys, which are beautiful and interesting.

Jing Feiyuan's fingers slowly caressed these things, her heart felt warm and her eyes were moist.

"There are so many gifts. My sister likes every gift so much..."

But in her previous life, she did not receive these gifts.

Her He'er died tragically outside the city together with her father. Everything was robbed, not even the money bag on her body was left behind.