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

The corners of the Queen Mother's eyes twitched. It could be seen that the trash bag that Xia ling was carrying was filled with big brands.

She looked at it expressionlessly and did not say anything.

The two of them passed each other.

Time passed. It was already very late at night. The Queen Mother locked herself in the bedroom and did not go out.

As for dinner, Father Wang had not eaten yet.

He went into the room and threw a Tantrum at the Queen Mother.

Not long after, the Queen Mother came out with a dark face and rushed into the bedroom. She saw Xia Ling reading to Wang Yue, and the mother and son were together.

Xia Ling did not even have the slightest preparation to cook.

"Yo, my family is getting Hungrier, isn't it? Mommy should go cook in a while and let Yue Yue eat, " the queen mother shouted.

However, Wang Yue shook his little head and looked at the queen mother with a smile.

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry. "

On the table next to them was Wang Yue's milk bottle.

When Wang Yue had said that he was hungry, Xia Ling had already prepared milk powder for him.

He looked at her embarrassed expression.

Xia Ling said, "Yue Yue has eaten too much. Why don't you guys make some food? I won't be eating tonight either. "

She had eaten a big meal outside, so there was no need for her to eat at home.

A meal was not a big deal. What was important was that when she had just recovered from a serious illness, the Queen Mother was anxious to take care of her.

Did she think that she was easy to bully?

After saying that, Xia Ling went along with Wang Yue and continued to read to him.

She smiled gently. The Queen Mother next to her looked at her and clenched her hands tightly. Her face turned black.

The Queen Mother said those harsh words.

"fine, Mu Qing, you're good. I'm a mother. I can't touch you anymore, right? Just you wait! "

She glared at Xia Ling.

However, Xia Ling did not even look at her. She treated her like air.

As he listened to Xia Ling's story, Wang Yue giggled in her arms.

The Queen Mother's face turned black. However, as long as Wang Yuhua's property did not improve, she would not dare to do anything to Xia Ling.

She made a mental note for Xia Ling. The Queen Mother turned around and went out to make some food. When the King father was not satisfied with the food, he complained a little. The Queen Mother immediately threw her face away and scolded him again.

...

Wang Yuhua came back very late at night. It was almost one o'clock in the morning.

His body reeked of alcohol. He staggered and pushed the bedroom open. He fell straight onto the bed, motionless like a dead pig.

In the past, Mu Qing would feel sorry for him and boil some tea for Wang Yuhua to wash up before sleeping.

Xia Ling glanced at Wang Yuhua and picked up Wang Yue. She did not even cover him with a blanket and the mother and son moved to the next room to sleep.

The new house that the MU family had bought for them was a duplex.

Other than that, there were many rooms.

When he woke up the next day, Wang Yuhua sneezed a few times. His body was cold, and he had a cold from sleeping at night.

"Mu Qing, how could you do this! " He stood up in a wrinkled shirt. As he prepared some cold powder for himself, he looked at Xia Ling with a frown "You didn't pour the water for me, and you didn't even cover me with the blanket. I don't know how hard it is to recover from a cold. Have you been particularly busy recently? "

Xia Ling: "Wang Yue was making a scene at night, I forgot. "

"You... " Wang Yuhua looked at Mu Qing's calm expression, and a wave of anger rushed to his head.

Previously, when he was drunk, when he woke up, didn't he always lie comfortably in bed? His feet had been washed, and his clothes had been taken off.

But now, Mu Qing had spent so much money on him yesterday, but she didn't even pour him water.

"What's wrong with me? " Xia Ling looked at him.

Her eyes were calm, as if she couldn't see the bottom.

For some reason, when she looked at him like that, Wang Yuhua felt inexplicably guilty.

He softened his stance.

"Can you pour me a glass of water next time? You're my wife after all, and I didn't earn all the money you spent. You have to take care of me well. "