Could it be that the one who pushed me before and the woman who threw the flower pot at me today?

I suspected my mother-in-law before, but later I thought it was Wu Lili. But they didn't have enough reason to put me to death. But if it's her, then it all makes sense. Maybe they have hooked up a long time ago, she wants to straighten things up, but Zhang Li doesn't want to, so she wants to take the opportunity to get rid of me.

Yes, in this way, it can also explain how the person who wanted to kill me could grasp my whereabouts so clearly.

It's through Zhang Li's mouth! There is no one around me with the most accurate and reliable information.

As I thought, I paced back and forth in the house, and the more I thought about it, the more terrible it became, the more terrible I walked, and the more panicked my heart became. Eventually, I felt like my heart was beating so hard that I couldn't take any strain.

If that were the case, the situation seemed much more dire than I had imagined. It's good that I saw it today, otherwise I don't know how I died.

I hurried back into the room, looked at the sleeping child, locked the door, and then still felt uneasy, and took the dresser against it.

What should I do now?

I took out my phone and made a call to Xiaoxia first, and she turned it off. I texted her to go and find her tomorrow afternoon and asked her to wait for me at home.

Then I guess I was crazy, and without thinking about it, I turned out another number and dialed it out. But in less than a second, I suddenly remembered something, and quickly hung up.

When the phone was put down, tears flowed down my eyes.

At this time, the baby woke up with a whining. I picked her up, and when she saw me crying, she also deflated her little mouth, and she was so aggrieved that she burst into tears, and from time to time she rubbed my face with her chubby little hands, as if she wanted to wipe my tears.

"Baby, don't cry, Mommy is here. With your mother loving you and protecting you, what are you crying about? ”

I originally wanted to laugh and tease her so that she wouldn't cry, but as soon as the corners of my mouth were raised, a sad cry welled up in my heart:

But Mom's father and mother are gone, and in the future... Mom is on her own.

It was probably the hardest night of my life. Every minute and second is counted.

I finally managed to stay up until dawn, and I heard some movement outside the door, so I quickly removed the dresser, and lay on the bed with my back to the door and pretended to be asleep.

After a while, the door opened, and a foul smell of alcohol wafted in.

He stumbled in and patted me on the back, "Wife, wife?" Haven't you woken up yet? I'm sorry, I was drunk last night and I can't remember how I got back, I just woke up early in the morning and sat in the car. Oops, it's good that the windows are open, otherwise I guess I would have suffocated. My limbs almost froze, my head was so uncomfortable, and the hangover was terrible! I never drank it again. ”

He muttered to himself as he lay down against me.

I couldn't stop telling myself in my heart that I must hold back, I must hold back, and now the outbreak is not good for me at all.

But my body couldn't stop shaking.

He probably sensed my abnormality, reached out and hugged me tightly, touched my face and pillow, and then got up with a grunt, and asked with great concern, "Wife, what's wrong with you?" Why are you shaking all over? The pillow is also wet, is it a fever? ”

Seeing that I was silent, he simply turned me around to face her.

I stared at him seriously, his expression and his eyes were not the slightest bit guilty or evasive, but full of thoughtfulness and concern.

At that moment, what made me feel even more creepy than his betrayal was that he could still be so calm!