"This kid is getting more and more unpresentable!" Cheng Cuijuan said helplessly, and smiled at Carambola Creek, "Taotao, let's ignore her, the child's temper will be fine in the past." ”

"Aunt Juan, it's not good for you to do this. Carambola Xi glanced at the clothes in Cheng Cuijuan's hand, hid the coldness in her eyes, and then raised her head and smiled again, "Qingxi will misunderstand, you are her own mother, but you treat me favoritly and ignore her, she is afraid that she will become more and more angry with me." ”

Don't think she doesn't know this woman did it on purpose.

In front of Yang Haixia, how good is the intentional performance for her, a non-biological daughter, so good that she can't even take care of her biological daughter, Bo has a good name, if something happens in the future, it will only be her who is ignorant.

On the other hand, this kind of intentional neglect and differential treatment fell in Qingxi's eyes, and it became a catalyst for hating her.

"Don't pay attention to her, you'll know when she's older. Cheng Cuijuan was still smiling, "Come, put it on and try it, if there is anything inappropriate, I will change it for you at night." ”

"I don't want it. Carambola Xi stretched out her hand and pushed it away, and persuaded helplessly, "Aunt Juan, don't be so good to me in the future, it's not good." ”

After speaking, he took the other things in the package in front of him and limped upstairs.

"Bah, Momo. Cheng Cuijuan was stunned for a moment, and chased two steps with her clothes.

"Aunt Juan, I have new clothes every year, I have enough to wear, let's give this one to Qingxi, she used to wear it, but you changed it. ”

Carambola Creek stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at Cheng Cuijuan and Yang Haixia seriously.

"Dad is often not at home, you are so good to us, it will make Qingxi Jinxi think that we robbed their mother, this is not good, once there is such a sign in their hearts, how will our brothers and sisters get along in the future?"

"This ......" Cheng Cuijuan was dumbfounded by the question.

"Taoxi is right, what you said just now hurt Qingxi a little too much. Yang Haixia echoed on the side.

Carambola hooked the corners of her lips mockingly, slowly returned to the room, passed by the door of Yang Qingxi's room, and heard the sound of pillows beating the bed from inside, and her smile was even stronger.

In this life, she will no longer be stupidly at the mercy of them.

Back in the room, Carambola Creek casually threw the package into the cabinet.

Don't look at it, except for the cotton pants, there are only two flowers, nothing else.

Such a head flower, almost every time Cheng Cuijuan goes to the market, she will bring two to her, in the past, there was no need to stay overnight, she would obediently give it to Yang Qingxi.

So, she didn't really have anything left in her own hands.

If it weren't for the fact that she was taller than Yang Qingxi, her clothes were not suitable for Qingxi to wear, and it was estimated that there would not be a few left.

And now, even if she throws it away, she won't give it to Yang Qingxi again.

"Taotao, your foot injury has to be taken care of, let's eat dinner in the house, don't go down, I also bought a spittoon back today, for you to use at night, so as not to be in danger of going up and down the stairs at night." ”

After a while, Cheng Cuijuan pushed the door in with a square plate.

A bowl of fragrant and soft rice is pressed firmly, and there are sharp points on top.

A plate with a few side dishes, three pieces of pork ribs with a fragrant red sauce, stir-fried Chinese cabbage and boiled potatoes are crowded.

There is also a bowl of fish soup that is boiled to a thick white level, and the palm-sized fish in it is soaked whole.

There is also a little soy sauce and vinegar poured into the small dish next to it.

"You eat first, if it's not enough, shout. Cheng Cuijuan set it up and said gently.

"Hmm. Carambola Creek was also polite, and sat up and sat down.

Cheng Cuijuan took the door out and knocked on Yang Qingxi's door: "Qingqing, come down and eat." ”

"Don't eat. Qingxi's anger had not subsided, and when she heard Cheng Cuijuan deliver food to Carambola Creek, she became even more angry.

"Yang Qingxi. Cheng Cuijuan's tone faded.

It was a precursor to her anger.

Carambola Creek ate leisurely and listened to the movement next door.

Then, the door next door opened.

Yang Qingxi didn't speak.

"Go downstairs to eat. Cheng Cuijuan threw down a sentence lightly and went downstairs.