"She's not my guest, and I'm not obligated to entertain her. I raised my head and said generously to Si Jianlian, "How do you want me to be generous, pretend to be the lady of the big house in the old era, and see that you have a favorite concubine, so I will gently and virtuously help you in?"

Si Jianlian's face turned blue with anger, but there was no loophole in my words, and he couldn't refute it. So he exhaled vigorously and said to Sheng Qingjin, "You sit down first and have a meal together." ”

I snapped and slapped a pair of chopsticks in my hand on the dining table: "Si Jianlian, is your brain in water? Do you think it's appropriate to let her eat here? What about the children at home? How do you introduce this aunt to the children? Just now, before you came back, she kicked Xiaodoubao. ”

I'm straight, and I'll say ugly and beautiful things on the surface. Those who are willing to believe believe believe will believe, and those who will not believe will be pulled down.

Facing Sheng Qingjin, I couldn't speak calmly.

Si Jianlian was choked by me again, raised his voice and said, "Are you going to let me come back for dinner? Or do you want me to come back and quarrel?" Bear with it in front of the child and pretend to be peaceful, will you die?"

I was choked by him and almost turned my back on my back, but I smiled on my face: "I'm going to die." I don't pretend to be peaceful, and I've always disliked fake peace. ”

The more angry I am, the more I laugh, and when I'm angry, I smile brightly. However, this is only in front of outsiders, in front of my own family, I will cry and make trouble. It's just that in the future, Si Jianlian will no longer have the qualifications to see me crying.

My laughter stimulated Si Jianlian, and he slapped the table: "She accidentally kicked the child, but you pushed her to the ground." Okay, don't eat the rice, let's go!"

After he finished speaking, he took Sheng Qingjin's hand back, turned around and left.

The door of my house was double glazed, and the two of them shook the door hard and strode out. It wasn't until they had walked four or five meters that the door bounced back and slammed shut, with a loud bang.

I looked at the backs of the two of them, and my chest hurt, and it hurt so much that I had to open my mouth wide to catch my breath. It turned out that everything I said was wrong. Where has the former warmth gone?

"Mom, what's wrong?" a voice came from the stairs.

When I looked up, I saw that the little bean bag was at the corner of the stairs, hiding behind the giant monstera, revealing a pale frightened little face.

I chuckled in my heart, I don't know how much the child has seen.

"It's okay, there are some issues between me and my dad that need to be resolved. I walked up the stairs quickly, took the little bean bag in my arms, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Daddy and that auntie, aren't they ......" he puffed up and stared at me and asked, "Does Dad like that aunt and want to be separated from Mom?"

I hugged him tightly.

I don't know how to answer this question in the face of a child's black and white, clean and clear eyes. For him, Mom and Dad are all of his world, and we each have 50 percent. Now, something went wrong with our relationship, and the child's world collapsed all at once.

I didn't want him to know the cruelty of adult feelings at such a young age, so I had to hug him and not speak.

He lay quietly on my shoulder, not saying a word, waiting for my answer.

"Bean buns, it's time to eat, mom made what you love. Wait a minute, I'll talk to you again, what's wrong with Dad and Mommy. I carried him to the table, rubbed his little face, and tried to say these words with a smile.

"Good. He smiled.

In this moment, time was warmed by his smile. Suddenly, I felt like my world wasn't exactly cold, at least I still had bean bags.