The vicious female supporting role is ruthless and arrogant

Leader Zhang shook the two caterpillars above his eyes.

"what happened?"

Zuo Zixuan sighed, "Alas, they are all my disciples.

Ever since I saw the bones of the victims in the cave in Xituo Mountain last time, I have been crying every day since I returned.

In order to comfort his broken little heart, we had to bring him to the mountain last night to pay tribute to those innocent people.

We are superstitious, we should be punished..."

When Leader Zhang thought of the blackened skeletons carried out from the cave, his eyes unconsciously turned red.

He reached out and patted Xu Qingfeng, whose eyes were red.

"Xiao Xu, you are a good child. The spirits of those people who were killed will feel comforted in heaven."

Xu Qingfeng was looking at Zuo Zixuan in confusion a second ago, not knowing what Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio she was going to write.

But when I heard what Leader Zhang said, tears suddenly started to fall.

Mr. He turned his head to the other side embarrassedly.

Commander Yang looked up at the sky with a look that said, "I know nothing."

No one would believe that they came here last night to pay tribute to those innocent people.

No one asked about this incident again after that, and it just passed without any major consequences.

Zuo Zixuan spent half a month organizing the information collected from the cave, but found no information about the triangular rune stone.

They are all information and data about virus experiments conducted by some island countries at that time.

He Yi worked hard for a month, looking forward to his seeds taking root and sprouting with joy. But Zuo Zixuan's relatives arrived as expected, and he was so frustrated that he began to doubt himself.

Could it be that there is a gene for infertility in their family?

But the next day, news came from He Chu that she was pregnant.

He Yi was so devastated that he began to become autistic.

Is there something wrong with me?

He begged Zuo Zixuan to check for him to see if he had infertility and whether he needed treatment.

Zuo Zixuan was really speechless, without even looking at him, he said directly:

"No need to look, it's very healthy."

"But if it's healthy, I've been trying for a month, why haven't I gotten pregnant?"

Zuo Zixuan took the information in his hand, checked it carefully, and answered him casually, "Then you should work harder, maybe you can get it next month."

He Yi thought about it and nodded firmly.

I firmly believe that I didn't get pregnant because I didn't try hard enough.

In the evening, after finishing work as usual, Zuo Zixuan prepared to go to bed.

He pulled Zuo Zixuan and refused to let her sleep, insisting on working overtime. He also said confidently that it was Zuo Zixuan who told him to work harder and maybe he would be pregnant next month.

What else could Zuo Zixuan do? It was all her own fault and she could only bear the consequences.

The Spring Festival is coming soon. The family quarters are decorated with lights and every household is happily cleaning, putting up couplets, and preparing New Year's goods.

The He family was also busy inside and outside.

Zuo Zixuan no longer goes to the hospital, but she still works at the Zedu General Military Region Hospital. If there is a surgery that her senior colleagues cannot perform, she will go back to perform it.

Her monthly salary is still based on Yang's level, which is 280 yuan.

Zuo Zixuan never cared about that little salary. Usually Ning Rong collected it for her and she would give it all to the Empress every month for household expenses.

Her monthly salary was enough to support the whole family, and Xu Qingfeng had to come over for meals every few days.

The others were also conscientious and paid their living expenses and tickets on time every month.

Therefore, the He family’s monthly living expenses are simply not enough.

At the end of the year, Mother He took out all the remaining food expenses and tickets for the year and divided them equally among each family.

She was thinking that it was the end of the year and her daughter-in-law and son-in-law would have their own parents and families.

Although every family is good, don't we still have to show filial piety?

What kind of look would it make you if you didn't take a penny home?

Ning Rong gave all the living expenses to Aunt Hu, and Aunt Hu didn't say hello and took it directly.

On the first day of the Chinese New Year, when the dividends from her business partnership with Zuo Zixuan came out, she gave half of it to the young couple.

Aunt Hu said that if she saved her and Commander Ning’s salary, it would be enough for their retirement.

All the money from the business belongs to Ning Rong and Ning Ke, brother and sister.

As for Qiao Xinghua, He Zhou will have more trouble.

Do Mayor Qiao and his wife need money? Of course they do.

She went directly to the department store to buy gifts for the two old people and prepared New Year's goods. On New Year's Eve, she, Mother Qiao, and the aunt at home prepared a large New Year's Eve dinner.

He also coaxed Qiao Qingyu back to the government compound to live with him for about ten days.

If Qiao Qingyu hadn't insisted on going back to the He family, he might have stayed a few more days.

As for Bai Zongde, there were still more than twenty days before the Chinese New Year, and Grandpa and Grandma Bai sent them a bunch of New Year's goods from the countryside.

He Zhou also remitted all the money and tickets he received to them.

Gao Dongxiang knew that He Zhou sent money and checks to Grandpa and Grandma Bai. Even though she was jealous, she didn't even dare to fart loudly at home now, so what else could she dare to say?

In the entire He family, only Zuo Zixuan couldn't remit the money out, but Zuo's father and mother didn't need to do so either.

There are people from the He family taking care of them, so they can't endure much hardship.

The little fat boy no longer needs special care, he can run around the ground, but his speech is still not very clear.

The Su family came to pick him up before the New Year, but he refused to go. It was Zuo Zixuan who coaxed him and asked him to go out and play for a few days and then she would come to pick him up personally.

Only then was he tricked into returning to Kyoto.

After returning to Kyoto, Tang Yan wanted to get close to him, but he was just so cold and aloof that he ignored her.

I received a small red envelope and I would hold it in my arms before I went to sleep.

Tang Yan asked the fat boy to hand it over and she would deposit it in the bank for him to use for his future studies.

The fat boy didn't buy her story at all and kept watching her closely.

Others can look at and touch his small bag, except Tang Yan.

Not to mention touching him, he would start crying if you looked at him for a few more seconds.

Tang Yan cried every day during the New Year holidays.

She felt angry and regretful.

Who would have known that this child, so young as he was, would hold such a grudge?

I just scared him and threw him into the trash can, but didn't I take him out immediately in the end?

Is it necessary to remember it for a lifetime?

She felt that it was not a solution for her and her child to continue like this, so she tried to find a fault with the He family, saying that the He family did not raise the child well or did not educate the child well, and brought the child to her to raise.

But this child is very generous and polite to everyone except himself, and he calls everyone sweetly when he meets them.

He is a generous and non-calculating person, and has never had a quarrel with the children of his relatives.

He can also recite a few simple ancient poems, recognize 123, and recognize a few Chinese characters with simple strokes.

Just these things are far beyond the children of the same age, and the Su family is very happy.

I think it was the right decision to send the child to the He family.

Tang Yan wanted to find fault, but before she could open her mouth, Su Dexiu's look strangled her in the cradle.

Zuo Zixuan kept his word and a week later, he went to Kyoto in person to pick up the little fat boy and to wish Uncle He and his family a happy new year.

As a result, the fat boy made Tang Yan so angry that she ran back to her parents' home.

As soon as Zuo Zixuan arrived, the fat little boy directly handed his bulging little bag to Zuo Zixuan.

"Mom, keep it..."

Zuo Zixuan took it and looked at it. Wow, at a glance, there were at least two hundred of them.

This little guy is quite rich.

But she did not take the money from the little fat boy. Instead, she gave the money to Su Haoping and said to the little fat boy:

"Godmother authorizes your father to deposit the money in the bank for you, okay?"

Then she handed him a small red book and a seal, "This is the New Year's money given to you by your godmother."

The little fat boy obviously didn't understand what Zuo Zixuan meant by "authorization", but he didn't know how to ask, so he just took what Zuo Zixuan said.

He reached out to take the small notebook, flipped through it randomly, but didn't understand anything.

But he felt that everything Zuo Zixuan gave was good.

He ran to Su Haoping, poured out all the money in the small bag, put the red book inside the bag and put it on his back.

The old couple Su Dexiu's eyes twitched as they watched. This child was indeed born to Zuo Zixuan.

Zuo Zixuan was going to buy gifts to visit Uncle He's house for the New Year, and she promised Fatty that she would pick him up after she bought the things to visit Uncle He's house together.

Let He Haichuan and the fat boy stay at Su's house and play.

After Zuo Zixuan left, Su Haoping also prepared to go to the bank to open an account for the fat boy and deposit his New Year's money.

Suddenly I remembered the bank passbook that Zuo Zixuan gave to the fat boy, and thought of tricking him into giving it to me to have a look.

Seeing this, I was shocked.

There is a deposit record of three thousand yuan on it.

It would definitely not be safe for a child to keep a passbook with so much money, so they decided to keep it away from him.

The fat boy would definitely not do it, because this was given to him by his godmother and he wouldn’t give it to anyone else.

Just as the father and son were deadlocked with each grabbing a corner of the passbook, Tang Yan, with red eyes from crying, ran over and snatched the passbook.

“What does a child know?

He is so stubborn. Who can control him when he grows up?

Children's money should be kept by adults."

Tang Yan pulled so hard that the little fat boy's wrist was scratched by the sharp pages of the new passbook. He felt the pain and burst into tears with a "wow".

Tang Yan felt that this child just couldn't stand her touching his things and was rebelling against her.

"Cry..., cry as hard as you can..., I want to see if you cry yourself to death today?

If you cry to death, I will give birth to another one. I still don’t believe that I can’t cure you…”

"Ah... my brother is bleeding..." He Haichuan suddenly screamed.

The Su family members were still looking at Tang Yan in shock, wondering what she was going on about.

After He Haichuan shouted that, all attention was focused on the little fat boy.

I saw blood gushing out of the child's wrist. He rubbed his eyes with his hands and his face was covered with blood.

The Su family was almost scared to death.

Tang Yan was also completely frightened. She stood there at a loss with the passbook in her hand.

Su Haoping bent down, picked up the little fat boy and ran to the door.

Before leaving, the fat boy reached out to Tang Yan, shouting at the top of his lungs for his little red notebook.

Su Haoping rushed to Tang Yan, grabbed the passbook and stuffed it into the little fat boy's hand, then turned around and ran to the hospital.

Su Dexiu was so angry that he glared at Tang Yan with gritted teeth, bent down, picked up He Haichuan, and chased after him out the door.

Tang Yan looked at the empty living room, her head felt like a mess. She turned around and went back to her parents' home with tears in her eyes.