Yan Ying turned to her cheap father and said with tears in her eyes: "What my father taught me is very good, and my daughter remembers it in her heart.

Today, my daughter came in a hurry to thank her mother for her hard work in the entire waiting house, and there was no way to repay her for thinking about it. ”

Yan Ying glanced at her cheap dad and set his eyes on the large handful of oleanders, and immediately seized the opportunity.

continued: "Back then, the mother planted this large pink flower on the road between the doors of the children's home, and told her daughter that this was the flower of maternal love, which could protect her daughter's prosperity, wealth and healthy growth.

Today, the daughter sees that the flowers are blooming, and the daughter wants to pick some for her mother to insert in the room to enjoy, and also borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and I hope that my mother will not dislike it. ”

Yan Ying said it with deep affection, and she didn't know anything about the world and moved those bouquets with her hand, and Ziyue behind her gasped.

She really remembered that the young lady had just said that the flower was poisonous.

Miss Kung Fu will be thrown away in a while?

Yan Ying's words were so earnest and full of emotion that even she was about to cry with emotion.

If you can, applause!

She peeked at the cheap daddy's face, and it was cloudy!

Yan Ying took advantage of the victory to pursue, only to see her pick up the most gorgeous oleander on the table with her bare hands and hand it to Yun Yishu.

Although Yun Yishu's eyes flashed with horror, she still reached out to pick up the delicate oleander.

Yun Yishu's outstretched hand had not yet touched the oleander, and Yan Xiongsan, who had been standing behind him without speaking, suddenly shouted and asked Mama Su to take out all the flowers on the table.

Mama Su knew the flower, and walked out of the yard without saying a word.

Yan Ying lowered her head, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, because no one could see it if she lowered her head.

I saw her kneeling on the ground in a hurry, her big eyes were full of horror, and they were faintly filled with water droplets, looking so pitiful.

"Is it a gift from my daughter, and my mother doesn't like it? Does the father also think that the gift given by his daughter is too simple? The daughter was plucked from the tree with great effort. ”

As she spoke, Yan Ying also raised her hand that deliberately cut a few cuts in other branches and weeds, crisscrossed with several deep and shallow scars.

On the thin little hands, it looks more and more shocking.

"In the morning, my daughter's hands were cut in order to pick flowers for her mother, but don't worry about it, Ying'er doesn't hurt at all, and Ying'er seems very happy to be able to pick flowers for her mother.

The mother should not feel sorry for the flowers that the father just lost, the mother really felt sorry for her daughter in her heart, and planted a dense patch for her daughter.

If my mother likes it, I pick it every day and send it to my mother, and my mother is happy, and my daughter is happy in my heart. ”

In the previous life, Yan Ying was too straightforward, and when she had one thing to say, she was stunned, so she ate a lot of tricks from her stepmother.

Now pretending to be weak and innocent.

Auntie and grandmother can too!! It's also handy.

Crying children have milk to eat.

Yun Yishu looked at Yan Ying, who was crying on the ground with pear blossoms and rain, and gritted her teeth with hatred in her heart, this girl will learn to kill people with a knife.

Ziyue was also dumbfounded, Miss used to hate these twisted things the most.

She has always felt that she is the Miss Yan of the Hou Mansion, and of course she should be the highest one in this mansion.

Yun Yishu bent down and hurriedly helped Yan Ying up and said, "Mother naturally knows Ying'er's filial piety, how could I not like the gift you gave?" It's too late to be happy.

Our family Ying'er has really grown up, and she knows that she feels sorry for her mother. ”

When Yun Yishu said this, she squatted down and almost supported Yan Ying with both hands, and Yan Ying snuggled tightly to Yun Yishu's side.

Outsiders look at a "mother-daughter relationship." The scene.

"Mama Su, go find Steward Huang." Yan Xiongsan sat on the Taishi chair, holding a cup and drinking the dragon well before the rain.

There was a cloud on his face......

When Mama Su went out, she and Yun Yishu quietly exchanged glances.

In a moment, a middle-aged man entered the inner hall from outside the door, and Yan Ying saw that the time was almost up.

After all, everyone is alive together.

She said with an innocent look of anticipation: "Doesn't the father go to his daughter's side to see the flower of maternal love planted by her mother?" The flowers are now blooming all over the yard, but they are beautiful. ”

Yan Ying tilted her head and said to herself: "Mother planted intensively a few years ago, but now after a few years, they have grown into a dense and impermeable flower.

Every time the wind blows, the fragrance of flowers is with my daughter day and night, if my mother has a spirit in the sky, my aunt who knows that my father is right still regards me as her own.

No matter whether her mother is above the nine heavens or under the nine springs, she will be blind, and she will also feel that it is worth her own life to go to the soup for her father and marry away from home. ”

When Yan Ying said this, she was also betting in her heart that this cheap father still had a trace of emotion for the original owner's mother, a little thought.

will not kill her only bloodline, and let her only daughter live a lonely life.

Of course, Yan Ying also made the right bet this time.

Yan Xiongsan listened to Yan Ying's words, and immediately fell into deep thought, remembering the sound and smile in the depths of his memory.

The silver-white clothes, blowing in the breeze, were like a fairy in the nine heavens.

She stretched out her hand and plucked the strings: "Green bricks and tiles, flowers bloom on Mo and dye clothes, and Zhumen reflects willows."

Press the little Qin Zheng low, pick the stars with your hands, but the lonely city draws the corner, and the purple hall is golden. ”

Suddenly, Yan Xiongsan, who was passing by on the street, was shocked, and he made a mistake for life, so that he took it for himself by any means.

Yun Yishu saw that the atmosphere was not right, and secretly glanced at Yan Ying several vicious glances in her heart.

If the eyes can kill, at this time, Yan Ying must be Ling Chi's body is incomplete.

But Yun Yishu still had a gentle and humble smile on her face, and moved to Yan Ying's side.

Gently stroked Yan Ying's hand and said, "Ying'er, your father still has other things to do today, you can't delay, you can play by yourself,

Later, your mother will go to your place to see the flowers with you, and if you lack anything, tell your mother. ”

For Yan Ying's sudden appearance, it also easily touched the heartstrings of Hou Ye, and Yun Yishu was a little jealous.

Yan Ying suddenly clenched Yun Yishu's hand happily, blinked her eyes and said excitedly: "Then mother must come to see the flowers on a sunny day, or once it rains, the flowers will fall."

Second, I was afraid that it would rain in the yard, and the house would be muddy, and my mother would have nowhere to stay.

But if my mother really had a rainy day, she would have been able to enjoy a different kind of scenery.

It was pouring rain outside, but there was a small column of water in my daughter's house, which was dingdong into the pots and pans, and the sound was also staggered, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.

Mother, you don't know that when it's raining, Ziyue and I hold the quilt and look at the natural music in the house.

It's just that after the rain, the mud on the ground is a little messy, and the bed is always wet. ”

Yan Ying said in the end, holding back her tears, looking like a lonely duckweed.

It's sad!

After listening to Yan Ying's words, Yan Xiongsan stared at Yun Yishu, not at all with the deep affection just now, but a little cold.

His eyes fell on Yan Ying, who had an innocent face, and he pondered for a moment.

The straight face makes people a little uncertain about his thoughts.