Transmigrating into a book, the fake daughter is spoiled by the group every day

Luo Ning'er took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling the cool breeze outside the window. The fatigue in her heart seemed to gradually dissipate with the gentle breeze.

She put on her shoes, charged her phone, then got up and went downstairs.

When she came downstairs, Luo Ning'er found Aunt Mei and the servants were cleaning the living room.

Looking at Aunt Mei's busy figure, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "Aunt Mei, the living room is already very clean, you should take a rest for a while, don't be too tired."

As she spoke, she walked over to Aunt Mei and patted her shoulder gently.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss, but it will be cleaned up right away." Aunt Mei replied with a smile, without stopping the movement of her hands.

"Isn't my mother coming down yet?" Luo Ning'er asked with concern.

"No, Madam went upstairs to rest after lunch." Aunt Mei said truthfully.

Hearing this, Luo Ning'er frowned, thinking that her mother must be very tired after staying in Jinshi these days. It was already five o'clock, and if she didn't wake her up, she would definitely suffer from insomnia at night.

So she decided to go upstairs and wake her mother up.

Luo Ning'er walked briskly upstairs, stopped in front of Song Yun's door, and knocked cautiously: "Knock knock knock..."

"Come in." Song Yun's voice came from the room, soft and gentle.

Luo Ning'er gently pushed open the door, tiptoed, and walked into the room.

Her eyes first fell on her mother Song Yun, who was leaning against the head of the bed. She saw her mother holding a thick book in her hands and reading quietly.

The curtains in the room were only half drawn, and a ray of warm sunset shone through the gap, slanting onto the bed, creating a quiet and warm atmosphere for the entire room.

"Mom, you're awake!" Luo Ning'er walked lightly to the bedside and said softly, afraid to break the silence.

Song Yun raised her head and looked at her daughter, her eyes full of love and warmth: "Well, I just woke up not long ago. Ning'er, why did you suddenly run upstairs? Is there something you want to tell your mother?"

Luo Ning'er sat obediently by the bed, holding her mother's hand tightly, and said with concern: "Mom, I saw you went upstairs to rest after lunch, and you have been sleeping until now, it's almost five o'clock in the afternoon. I'm a little worried that you might not be able to sleep at night if you sleep like this for too long."

Song Yun smiled, her face full of satisfaction, her eyes sparkling with emotion, and she said softly, "My daughter is the most thoughtful. She knows how to care about her mother."

"Of course, I am my mother's little cotton-padded jacket." Luo Ning'er responded in a coquettish voice.

Song Yun gently lifted the quilt and slowly got out of bed, muttering, "Alas, I'm getting old. I've only been out for two days, and I feel so tired as soon as I get back."

"Mom, you are exaggerating. You are only in your forties. How can you say you are old? How can other women live like this? And when we go out together, others think we are sisters." Luo Ning'er retorted with a smile.

"You, you just know how to make me happy." Song Yun tapped Luo Ning'er's nose lovingly and said with a smile.

"Hehe, Mom, the roses in the garden are blooming. They're so beautiful. Shall we go see them?" Luo Ning'er blinked and looked at Song Yun expectantly. Her eyes were as warm as the spring sun, making her irresistible.

"Okay, let's go." Song Yun agreed happily, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile.

She reached out and gently stroked Luo Ning'er's head.

The mother and daughter walked down the stairs hand in hand, their steps so light as if they were walking on clouds.

Their laughter echoed throughout the corridor, making people envious.

When you arrive at the beautiful garden, a fresh floral fragrance hits you in the face, making you feel relaxed and happy.

The garden is full of greenery and blooming flowers, like a colorful painting.

The rose blooms in its unique posture, with colorful colors and fragrant scent, like a group of elegant dancers dancing in the breeze.

Luo Ning'er excitedly pulled Song Yun's hand, eager to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

They strolled in this gorgeous sea of ​​flowers, enjoying the gifts of nature.

"Mom, look at this rose, it looks so much like you, beautiful and gentle." Luo Ning'er pointed to a pink rose in full bloom, her eyes flashing with deep love for her mother.

Her voice is clear and melodious, like the song of an oriole, which makes people intoxicated.

Song Yun's face flushed when she heard this. She shook her head and smiled, "No, I'm already middle-aged, how dare I compare myself to such a fresh flower. It's my Ning'er, who is in her prime, who is truly as beautiful as a flower."

Her eyes fell on Luo Ning'er, her eyes full of pride and happiness.

After hearing this, Luo Ning'er immediately snuggled into Song Yun's arms like a kitten, shaking her arm coquettishly, and said sweetly: "No, mom will always be the most beautiful! Mom is my role model. I want to be like mom in the future, not only beautiful, but also have a beautiful daughter."

After saying that, she hugged Song Yun's arm tightly, as if she wanted to keep this warmth by her side forever.

Song Yun smiled helplessly and teased, "You're obviously just praising yourself." Luo Ning'er blinked mischievously and replied with a sly smile, "No, I'm just stating the facts."

"By the way, An'an, do you really not like Jin'an anymore?" Song Yun suddenly remembered something and looked at Luo Ning'er worriedly.

Luo Ning'er sighed, shook her head slightly, and said firmly, "Alas, he has never liked me for so many years, and I don't want to force it anymore. Besides, I just want to study hard now."

Song Yun dotingly tapped Luo Ning'er's forehead and said gently, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about him anymore. Let's talk about something happy. Weren't you happy going to the concert these two days?"

At the mention of the concert, Luo Ning'er's eyes immediately lit up, sparkling with excitement: "Mom, I'm so happy! I was chatting with Cheese Peach this afternoon, and she was so envious when she heard about the photo of me and the Cool Fire band."

Song Yun looked at her daughter's excitement, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously. She said gently, "Then next time the Cool Fire Band comes to Hai City for a concert, you can invite Cheese Taotao to come with them."

Luo Ning'er heard this, and although she showed an expression of anticipation, a hint of worry soon emerged: "Well, I've already told her, but her parents are very busy at work, and they're not too sure about her traveling so far to see the concert alone."

Song Yun gently patted the back of Luo Ning'er's hand to comfort her: "I understand that parents always have such worries. I would also be worried if I let you go on a long journey alone."

After hearing this, Luo Ning'er nodded thoughtfully, but she didn't say anything else. She just leaned quietly on Song Yun's shoulder, enjoying this rare tranquility and warmth.