Yang Qin hung up the phone, and the sweet smile that was still on her face just now disappeared in an instant. After thinking about it, she took out a set of pen and paper and slowly began to write something.

Looking back, she saw her mother come out of the kitchen with a plate of braised beef.

Yang Qin's mother changed into a red dress today, her hair was neatly combed, and she seemed to have put on lipstick.

"Mom is so beautiful today. A little boy ran over and said flatteringly. Yang Qin's mother smiled slightly, and her face was still a little red.

The little boy wanted to eat braised beef, but Yang Qin's mother rejected him with a smile, saying that it was reserved for his father. Looking at her brother's smile and her mother's red cheeks, Yang Qin's expression relaxed.

Just as the mother and son were chatting happily, the door was pushed open, and the drunken Yang Qin's father walked in.

Yang Qin obviously smelled a strong smell of unfamiliar perfume in her father's wine, and her face turned pale.

"Today...... Happy!son...... Come here!" Yang Qin's father laughed like a puddle of mud. "Your brother...... Will shout today...... Daddy!"

The little boy exploded like an exploding firecracker: "I don't have a brother! I only have a sister!"

Yang Qin's father was still muttering something happily, and Yang Qin's mother silently walked up to help him into the room to rest. Yang Qin's father glanced at his wife, frowned and said, "Look at what you are wearing...... What! ugly than ...... Also learn from others...... Lipstick ......"

Yang Qin's mother trembled. I only heard Yang Qin's father continue to spew wine: "Paint again...... It's ugly! Just look at it...... Unappetizing!"

After saying that, Yang Qin's father staggered and pushed Yang Qin's mother to the ground, and her neat hair instantly spread out, and the previously clean red dress and neat hair now looked like a messy joke.

Yang Qin's father squatted down and touched Yang Qin's mother: "Money...... Give it to me...... The ...... of the youngest son What about the money?"

Touching and touching the money, Yang Qin's father was obviously impatient, and directly began to pull: "What are you special...... In the end...... put the money Where did you put it...... Labour...... This month...... I don't have any money...... Give it to her!"

Yang Qin's mother bit her lips white. The little boy saw that his mother's neckline was torn open by his father, and he was about to reveal his underwear, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pushed his father away.

Yang Qin's father fell to the ground, rolled directly twice, and fell asleep.

Yang Qin's mother pulled her collar silently, stood up and helped the drunk man to the ground and walked into the room.

After a while, the woman in the red dress, whose face had regained her calmness, returned to the living room, silently bent down, and picked up her husband's favorite braised beef slices one by one.

The slices of beef that had been carefully prepared for the man were picked up by the woman, as if it had never been knocked over or trampled underfoot.

Today is the wedding anniversary of mom and dad...... The little boy who looked at his mother's thin back couldn't help but shake his head when he thought about it.

"I really don't understand Mom. The little boy said to Yang Qin. "I know that my father has someone outside, and I even gave birth to a son, why is my mother still so good to my father?!

Yang Qin bit her lip and didn't speak. The little boy is obviously numb to this strange way of getting along with his parents: "By the way, sister, what about the boy you like? Why, that girl is still pestering him?"

Yang Qin didn't make a sound, just paused, and then continued to write and draw in his hand.