Miss Ma couldn't sleep late at night.

After all, she has a lot of thoughts, and it is difficult to forget the past.

The moonlight was very cold, faintly emitting a foggy light, there were shadows of trees in the window, as if someone was jumping and running, whose dog barked in the city, and caused the dogs of several surrounding families to bark, and the sound broke the cold of the winter night, and actually added some human affection.

Miss Ma stretched out her jade arm to support the tent, she wanted to push open the window and be cold with the moon.

As soon as she got up and sat with the brocade quilt, she saw the music box next to the bedside pillow.

She remembered that when she got a new toy, she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and always had to get up and play again.

She remembered the scene when she was in her hometown, when her parents were there, spoiling her like a treasure in the palm of her hand and never letting her be wronged.

She remembered that all the pets she could think of a few years ago were all on the little toys one by one.

Most of the good things she can remember about her childhood are in the gadgets that she can always look forward to in three or five days.

"Hey." Miss Ma sighed and lay back at the head of the bed, playing with the music box in her hand, knowing how to play with this little thing without lighting the lamp.

After all, her heart is full of knots, and although the music box is good, it is not as good as her memories.

"It's just that I got a gadget today, why do you have so many ideas?" Miss Ma suddenly felt a chill in her jade arm for a long time, and hurriedly pulled up the brocade quilt only to realize that the night breeze had penetrated a lot through the window.

It's just that the music box was put into the brocade quilt, and Miss Ma's cheeks suddenly became hot.

This is the object that the kid has taken, and I am afraid that it still carries his breath on it.

How can this be easily taken into your own brocade quilt?

"Phew!" Miss Ma couldn't help but take a sip of herself.

She felt that she might be thinking too much.

The mark of the Wang family has long been annihilated in the busyness, others don't know her, but they know that the three sons of the Wang family are not a good person, Wang Da is greedy for money and stingy, and Wang Er prides himself on being shrewd and decisive, but he is actually stupid and stupid.

The titular Lang Jun is a prodigal since he was a child.

He never dared to stay in his wife's boudoir for long.

What was he afraid of?

In the past, I had no time to investigate these days, but Miss Ma finally understood.

It was a man who only dared to show off his wine and wealth around the woman who entertained people in Israel, and she hated that kind of person, and she didn't pretend to be close at all—

"It turns out that the people of the Wang family have known about this for a long time." Miss Ma suddenly came to her senses.

She got up angrily, and after thinking about it, she wanted to find someone to talk to, but she didn't know who to talk to for a long time.

She didn't want to complain about Ma Duyu's rash marriage at the beginning, nor did she want to complain that the Wang family pushed all the faults into her arms.

She just complained about why she was so stupid, and only then did she realize that the Wang family had already known about it.

But she didn't know who to tell after thinking about it.

"That boy is a shrewd man, won't he tell me anything?" Miss Ma was a little unhappy in her heart, so she simply got up, the air in the room was cold, she was busy lifting her clothes, first wrapping her underwear, and then wearing her middle coat, when she put on her elegant coat, she suddenly remembered something that made her angry, "That kid's cotton clothes don't look very beautiful, but he cherishes them very much, and gives Zhu Wen's family a body, it must be a very cold thing - why didn't he give it to me?" ”

In the cotton shoes of Xiuzu, the horse girl stood by the bed for a long time.

She stomped her foot and gritted her front teeth and said viciously: "Yes, I have to ask him for justice, so I will be for this cotton coat - as for the troubles in my heart, it is incidental to say, go, go to him!" ”

When she walked to the door, she secretly wondered what if she went to make him look down on her?