The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Little Tang Ting was still asleep in front of her.

However, the memories of her original body had changed.

She had left three years ago, but the original Gu Xijiu was no longer in this world.

Therefore, the consciousness wave that controlled Gu Xijiu's body was a copy of Xia Ling's personality.

In the past three years, the consciousness wave did not make any mistakes and followed the original plot.

Although Tang Jiyao survived, Gu xijiu still returned to China and gave birth to Tang Ting under the guidance of the halo of the plot.

She did not finish college and did not receive the final payment. She was never found by the Tang family.

*

However, it was Xia Ling's wave of consciousness that dominated Gu Xijiu's body.

Therefore, when she returned to China, Gu Xijiu did not like to go to bars or luxuries, and she did not like to squander.

The one million yuan was left on the card to provide for the daily expenses of the mother and son.

Xia Ling checked the balance. Gu Xijiu, who was originally at the end of her rope, now had more than 800,000 yuan on the card.

And her relationship with Tang Ting... ...

The wave of consciousness did not have any feelings, so it naturally would not love Tang Ting.

She took care of Tang Ting, let him live, and waited for Xia Ling to take over the world, so the relationship between the mother and son was very calm.

This was also all the tasks that the wave of consciousness completed.

*

Xia Ling stood up and looked at the time.

She traveled back to three years ago, and only 30 minutes had passed since she came back here.

The smell of natural gas in the room was almost gone.

Xia Ling went to close the window and saw a mercedes-benz x 9 on the balcony, passing by the door of their community.

The license plate of the X 9 was the car of the rich man that Gu Xijiu married later.

She was not sent to the hospital, so naturally, she would not have anything to do with this rich man.

Xia Ling closed the window on the balcony. She was a little hungry.

She opened the refrigerator.

The refrigerator was empty. There was only a handful of noodles and a handful of vegetables.

To let a consciousness wave take care of the child, he had always been concerned about the degree of mortality. How could he care about whether the nutrition was balanced?

*

She thought that Tang Ting did not eat anything in the afternoon.

Xia Ling tidied up the house, threw out the trash, and then dragged it all over the floor.

After she was done and changed into a clean set of clothes, Tang Ting finally woke up.

He clutched his stomach and walked out of the bedroom.

The little boy's skin was fair and clean, and he still looked a little pale.

However, in his black grape-like eyes, looking at the clean and tidy house, his face was still more at a loss... ...

A kind of confusion that he did not know what had happened.

He stood there for a while, waiting for him to completely wake up.

He also remembered what had happened before he passed out.

She put him in the living room and closed all the doors and windows, saying that she wanted to be with him forever.

When he realized that he was dead, Tang Ting only felt that everything in front of him was an illusion.

"Mom... mom... "

MOM wouldn't leave him alone, right?

Looking at the clean and tidy home as if there was no one there, Tang Ting felt a little uneasy.

Panic flashed across his face, but he still stubbornly headed towards the kitchen.

Xia Ling looked at Tang Ting's uneasy look and gently exhaled.

When she walked towards Tang Ting, a smile appeared on her face again.

"Mommy is here. What's wrong with Little Ting? Are you scared because you couldn't find mommy after waking up? "

She had just showered and her long hair was still half dry. It just hung loosely behind her back, giving her a natural laziness.

She was wearing a half-long white long t-shirt that reached all the way down to her hips.

Her Long, fair legs were exposed in the air and were extremely well-proportioned and beautiful.

However, in this apartment, only Tang Ting could see them. He did not understand these things either.

"Mom. " Tang Ting's eyes were red as he looked at Xia Ling. His black eyes, which were very similar to Tang Jiyao's, finally lit up again.