MTL - Have You Written Your Will Today?-Chapter 13 The softest heart

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  Chapter 13 The softest heart

  Ms. Shen Xue went back to Ningyun Academy and smashed a lot of porcelain, but the anger still persisted.

   "After all, it's not my own, so what if it's raised under my name? His heart is still attached to his biological mother. Shen Wei is so tricky just now. Look, does he give me any face?"

  You know, without her nodding, Shen Qu wouldn't be where he is today.

   He probably forgot all about it.

Mrs. Wang hurriedly comforted her: "Ma'am, I was too worried. The young master is your reliance. Her biological mother is just a lowly aunt. How can she be compared with you? If he is really filial to that aunt, how could he come to be our elder brother's brother. "

   "Besides, if the young master ignores his biological mother in a blink of an eye, the wife should worry about his indifference. That's the worst thing."

   This is true.

  If Shen Qu wants to be rich for a long time, gain a foothold, and preserve his reputation, he can only be with her.

  Shen Xueshi's sharp eyes closed.

  Seeing that her attitude had softened a lot, Mrs. Wang hurriedly reported the news that Shen Wei had left the mansion.

   "Aunt Liu's piece of wood was even brought along with her. Her father only left for a few days, and he just wanted to go out and have fun." Shen Xue's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile. And carefree Shen Wei pitiful.

   "I'm afraid that the lady will cause some trouble again. The young master is not at the house now, so do you want to pass the news?"

Shen Xueshi waved her hand: "What kind of biography? The more trouble she gets, the more inappropriate. Father is gone, and the marriage is retiring, and now everyone outside is scolding me and son for not wanting to see her. The people in Zhoucheng can see with their own eyes what kind of virtue she is."

  Brother Wang retreated respectfully again, and just as she closed the door softly, before taking a few steps outside, she ran into Chao Lu's panicked face.

  The smile on her mouth suddenly became lighter. No longer the friendly attitude of the past. But Chaolu regarded it as a life-saving straw and didn't notice it.

   "Mother Wang, I don't want to pour the chamber pot. You must help me."

   "Shut up, Madam's order, can you refuse it?"

Mrs. Wang pulled her hand away, covered her mouth and nose in disgust: "Okay, I thought you were capable. If I remind you, you will definitely be able to get a good job in front of Madam in the future. I didn't expect to be so disappointing. I think you should let go of your marriage to my son for the time being. I don't want a daughter-in-law who is smeared in front of Gong Tong all day long."

   Zhao Lu's face suddenly turned pale.

  ——

  The carriage drove unhurriedly, the driver's movements were familiar, and there were no bumps on the way.

  The coachman is a servant in Shen Hua's courtyard. Worked in a car dealership for several years.

  The heavy curtains blocked the cold wind outside the carriage. As soon as Shen Hua got into the carriage, she rested on Yicui's shoulder. Breathing shallow.

  Aunt Liu on the opposite side was restless.

  She carefully glanced at Shen Hua's sleeping face.

  Quiet without a hint of arrogance.

   "My aunt is going to stare at me like a flower." Unexpectedly, the corners of Shen Wei's pale lips moved.

  She didn't know when she woke up, and instead of opening her eyes, she adjusted a comfortable posture.

   Aunt Liu's heart skipped a beat. He hesitated and couldn't hold back half a word.

   "The mansion is filled with smog and smog, and they are all rotten people. Even the air is filthy and filthy. The stepmother is stupid and ignorant, but she claims to be superior, and her methods are dull and clumsy."

   "Shen Qu has shallow eyelids. Although he is in the limelight, he is motivated by interests. He is greedy and angry. He can't wait to calculate everyone thoroughly."

   "As for you, Auntie..."

  She rolled her eyelids. Seeing that Aunt Liu didn't dare to breathe.

   "Why are you nervous, can I still sell you?"

  Aunt Liu has a daughter named Shen Chuang. Little Shenhua is five years old.

  Shen Wei was used to being domineering since she was a child, and she looked down on this concubine girl.

  She was originally the youngest in the mansion, but after Shen Zhuang was born, she was no longer. How can you rejoice in this?

   However, Shen Zhuang followed behind her in great joy, and sister shouted.

   "Are you annoying? Don't follow me, I don't like you!"

   "Ah." Shen Zhuo blinked blankly.

   "Then I'll change it. Sister, did you really not buy me butter lamp crisps when you went out this time?"

Nine-year-old Shen Hua's eyes were wide open. She raised her head high, and the grip on her head swayed. She specially emphasized: "I have a noble status, so it's impossible for me to take three extra lanes to buy something for you." of."

  Shen Zhuang lowered his head in disappointment, but there was a bag of snacks in front of him.

  Shen Wei said with disgust: "I asked my servants to buy it. I'm annoying, so I just know how to eat it."

  Later, Shen Chunshi, Shen Zhi died, she was seriously ill, and Shen Zhui accompanied her every day, quietly accompanied her to eat, and watched her drink medicine.

  Shen Hua's nightmare woke up crying to ask for a mother. She carefully climbed onto Shen Hua's couch, hugged Shen Hua with her short hands, and rubbed against her body. She patted her on the back in a childish voice.

   "Sister, don't be afraid, A Zhuo is always here."

   Has it been?

   But not long after, in the cold winter of heavy snow, Shen fell into the water and died.

   Shen Wei, who got the news, was drinking the medicine when there was a crisp 'click' sound, the medicine bowl fell out of her hand and hit the ground heavily, the dark brown medicine juice splashed, and the medicine bowl shattered into several pieces.

  Shen Hua sighed softly.

  Shen Wei can't be regarded as tender to Aunt Liu, but Aunt Liu keeps her duty, and her heart is tied to Shen Zhuo.

  Back then, she lost her beloved daughter, and all thoughts were lost, and she was still alive as a walking dead. Shen Wei really didn't think that Aunt Liu would die for Shen Wei.

   "Auntie, what difficulties did you encounter?"

   Aunt Liu's eyes darkened, followed by big tears rolling down. She tightly covered her mouth to keep from crying.

  Seeing this, Shen Hua couldn't help but pause with her fingertips. She opened her mouth, but didn't ask any more questions.

   I don't know how long it took, the crying gradually subsided, and the carriage stopped in front of the Shen family embroidery workshop.

  As soon as Shen Hua got off the carriage, she heard Aunt Liu's hoarse pleading.

   "Lady, in a few days, it will be the anniversary of A Zhuo's death. Can I go buy some sacrifices?"

  Shen Sui's status is low, and the anniversary of her death coincides with this juncture. Aunt Liu's courtyard is full of Shen Xueshi's eyeliner. She is not allowed to leave the house, nor is she allowed to burn paper in the courtyard.

  Shen Hua asked the driver to take her off. Just as Aunt Liu said her thanks, she asked softly.

   "Aunt Liu, do you hate me? If I treat her better, maybe she won't die."

   It's just that when she was young, she was too stubborn and fierce, but she never framed Shen Xiang in the slightest.

  —"It's so cold, you're wearing something shabby, and your arms are exposed. These are clothes from a hundred and eight years ago. Take it, I'm wearing the one I don't want, and it's cheaper for you."

  Obviously, she secretly asked the embroiderer to make the dress in a sinking size.

  —"Hey, I heard that your paper kite is disconnected? After all, it's a bargain. Look at my paper kite. It's pretty enough. I'm giving it to you. It's right to give you some insight."

  Yes, that paper kite was obviously given by Shen Zhi, and her baby likes it very much.

  Shen Jiayangyang has never bowed her head to anyone. She acts arrogantly and awkwardly, but who knows, she has the softest heart.

  (end of this chapter)