Jun Mochen pushed open the door of Ling Ziran's dormitory, but found that there was no one, rushed over to open the jewelry cabinet, but it was empty, and roared, an inexplicable feeling quietly sprouted in his heart......

After Ling Ziran bathed and changed clothes, she returned to Ling Xiangfu with purple clothes, because the jade plate that Jun Mochen gave her last time was still with her, so she left the palace smoothly and unhindered. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ling Xiang Mansion.

"Father, mother, my daughter is back." Ling Ziran walked ahead, and the purple clothes followed behind with the package on his back.

Hearing this, Ling Mu hurriedly greeted her, and saw her daughter standing in front of her in the palm of her hand, her eyes suddenly turned red.

After taking Ling Ziran's hand and carefully checking it from head to toe, it seemed to give a sigh of relief, and then she choked up and said: "Ran'er, you have lost weight, I miss you so much for my mother." ”

Ling Ziran glanced at herself, crying and laughing, she was just fat, okay!

Okay, okay, the plot of the novel is written like this, since this is the case, she will also cooperate with the experience of the bitter drama, but she was booed by her mother like this, and her nose was a little sour, after all, she changed from a girl to a woman overnight, and she has not yet accepted it.

"Mother, let's go into the house and talk."

Mother Ling wiped a handful of tears, "Well, it's ......"

I heard Ling's mother say that Ling's father and Lingxiao went to the disaster area for relief, and it took ten days and half a month to come back, in the memory of the original owner, Ling's father and Lingxiao are running around like this, so busy that they can't spend, Lingfu is almost managed by Ling's mother, don't look at Ling's mother's posture as a little woman, and the management of Lingfu is a set.

"Mother, my daughter wants to stay at home with you for a while before returning to the palace." Ling Ziran asked tentatively.

Ling Mu stopped the embroidery work in her hand and looked at Ling Ziran in surprise: "Dye'er, tell your mother, are you causing trouble in the palace?" ”

Ling Ziran comforted Ling Mu, "No, I miss you." ”

Ling Ziran dangled Ling Mu's arm and coquettishly, making Ling Mu cover her mouth and laugh, touched Ling Zi's dyed hair dotingly, and said earnestly: "Dye'er, I don't ask for anything else for my mother's voice, I just hope that you, Xiao'er and your father can be safe, Xiao'er can find her own happiness and live a good life."

And you, don't be too mischievous, be quiet in the palace, don't intrigue with others, just be happy, don't pursue some ethereal things, you know? ”

Ling Ziran lay in the arms of Ling Mother, her eyes were a little red, and she nodded obediently, it turned out that it was so warm to be cared for by her mother, but unfortunately this warmth did not belong to her, and she didn't know if she would return to modern times one day, and whether her current happiness would suddenly be gone, she was like a thief, enjoying this happiness for others, and she didn't know when this happiness would be taken back.

Take a deep breath and pull out a smile, when did she become so sad, don't forget, she is a cold and noble queen!

Ling Ziran comforted herself like this, felt better, and said to Ling Mu, "Mother, let Ran'er cook for you today!" ”

Seeing that Ling's mother looked surprised, she said a little hurtfully: "What's the matter, does my mother dislike the dishes made by Dye'er?" ”

When Ling's mother saw Ling Ziran's pitiful appearance, her heart suddenly softened: "No, no, Dye'er cooks for her mother by herself, and it's too late to be happy for her mother, how can you dislike it." ”

That being said, Ling's mother was uneasy in her heart, the original owner was a kitchen killer, and the kitchen was destroyed as soon as she entered the kitchen, so it was no wonder that Ling's mother was so worried.

Ling Ziran changed into a dress that was more convenient to move, combed up her waist-length black hair high, and fixed it with a hosta, which was heroic and cool, and had a unique style.

Ling Ziran came to the kitchen, and when she saw the cook looking at her in surprise, she smiled slightly: "What's wrong?" ”

The cook, a middle-aged woman, dressed in coarse cloth, saw that the young lady who had ruined the kitchen many times came again, swallowed her saliva in fear, and said hesitantly, "Little ...... Miss, is there anything you need to command? ”

Ling Ziran sneered, looked at the chef's ever-changing expression funny, and said firmly: "Chef, don't worry, I won't ruin the kitchen." ”