sweet love i can

The days of lying dead are dull and boring.

After Shen Manyu, Zhao Yimian's roommates also came to see her together.

Zhao Yimian didn't know them, but they felt very familiar. When they first met, they were a little strange, but after a few words, they became familiar.

"I also said that I would invite you to dinner on New Year's Day and meet my current boyfriend. You little brain, you don't know if you will get better on New Year's Day..."

Bi Xiumin lovingly stroked Zhao Yimian's dog's head and said.

Zhao Yimian's eyes lit up, "What do you eat? Is it okay to eat hot pot? The super spicy one!"

Zhou Haiwen crossed her arms and sneered, "You have a good idea. When the time comes, we will eat hot pot, and you will sit by the side and drink porridge."

Zhao Yimian flattened her mouth, showing an aggrieved expression, "Don't you love my sister Haiwen the most?"

The demeanor of a 16-year-old girl is different, which is why the same actors play roles younger than themselves. Some actors pretend to be tender, while others are called outstanding acting skills.

Zhao Yimian originally had a baby face, which looked very immature, but now that she deliberately made such a face, Zhou Haiwen only felt that an arrow had been stabbed in her heart——

Really, really hit her cute spot perfectly.

"Ah, are Mianmian's classmates here? Fortunately, I bought a disposable paper box, let's all sit down and eat something."

Before Bi Xiumin could react, Zhao Yimian's eyes lit up.

"Aunt Shen!"

A woman called Aunt Shen walked in with a thermos bucket, "Didn't you agree to change your mind?"

Zhao Yimian was shy, "I'm not used to it..."

The woman who walked in was dressed in white.

Long clothes and trousers are made of fabrics with a strong sense of fall and light fabrics. Her hair is loosely tied behind her head. Just walking over makes people feel a fresh and elegant atmosphere, just like the kind in TV. The lady who read poetry and books in ancient times.

"Hello, Auntie." Bi Xiumin and Zhou Haiwen hurriedly greeted each other.

But in my heart I guessed who it was.

Zhou Haiwen guessed from the woman's familiar outline.

as predicted.

"You are all Mianmian's friends, thank you for coming to see her. I am Mingchu's mother, and I am also Mianmian's mother."

Bi Xiumin opened her mouth, "...you really can't tell at all."

This tight skin, this tall and straight body, it is said that Shen Mingchu's sisters are believed.

Bi Xiumin has always felt that Ms. Song is already considered young among mothers, but compared to Aunt Shen, her rank seems to be one point lower - after all, Shen Mingchu is at least eight years older than Zhao Yimian, and Shen Even if my aunt is not that much older than Ms. Song, she must be older than Ms. Song.

After all, Ms. Song gave birth to Zhao Yimian at the age of 20, which is considered very young. No matter how exaggerated Aunt Shen is, she would not give birth to Shen Mingchu at the age of 12...

Compared to Bi Xiumin's shock, Zhou Haiwen was slightly better, but she was also quite surprised.

The media had reported on Shen Mingchu's family, so she also had a general understanding of Aunt Shen.

Knowing that she divorced her husband in the early years because of disagreements, and lived alone with her daughter, there were several marriages in between, and they all got together and separated for various reasons. The training of Shen Mingchu has always been strict, even if she came out to film early , and did not delay her studies in order to make money, and even pressured her to go to an Ivy League university...

Fans privately chatted about this Ms. Shen who changed her daughter's surname to her own. They are both respectful and loving. How many entertainers in the entertainment industry who debuted as child stars are used by their parents as a tool to make money. Shen Mingchu became popular overnight. How many people The good luck she couldn't ask for was abandoned by her like a shoe. During the most stressful period of her studies, she didn't even allow Shen Mingchu to take on the play.

A sober and understanding woman is the most admired and most desirable.

She had seen photos of Aunt Shen when she was young, and knew that she was as beautiful as Shen Mingchu.

Now that I have met a real person, I know that a real beauty is not afraid of time.

Of course, Bi Xiumin and the others were embarrassed to drink the tonic stewed by Aunt Shen for Zhao Yimian. When they saw Zhao Yimian's meal time, they hurriedly got up and said goodbye, turning a blind eye to Zhao Yimian's look for help.

Zhao Yimian sniffled.

—Plastic Sisters, Plastic Sisters!

She and this group of roommates must be superficial friends.

Ms. Shen asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Yimian took the chicken soup in the ceramic bowl, took a sip carefully, "It's nothing."

Ms. Shen's chicken soup is actually very well stewed.

There is no trace of fishy smell, and the oil on the soup surface has been removed.

Although many tonics are added in it, the umami flavor of the chicken is still strong, and it doesn't taste weird.

If you don't drink it every day...

Zhao Yimian no longer knew how many chickens died because of his own reasons.

But after all, it was Aunt Shen's wish, the words of refusal were twisted and twisted on her lips countless times, but she still silently swallowed them down.

After eating, Zhao Yimian drank the last mouthful of soup, patted his stomach and said, "Aunt Shen, I'm full."

"There's still chicken, don't you want to eat any more?"

Zhao Yimian shook her head lightly, "I'm really full, otherwise you'd come and touch my stomach."

"I just ate, so I can't touch my stomach. Be careful if you touch your stomach too big, it won't look good." Aunt Shen took her hands away from her stomach, and her plain hands cleaned up the table. Zhao Yimian was about to move just now. She stopped her and said, "Leave me here, it's not too complicated, just lie down."

Both the mother and daughter of the Shen family have beautiful hands, but Shen Mingchu's hand joints are more distinct, while Ms. Shen's hands are softer. A thick layer of calluses can be seen on her thumb and index finger. It is the trace left by holding the brush while painting all the year round.

Such a pair of hands cleaned up the dishes on the table, poured a glass of warm water, and placed it on the side table next to the hospital bed.

"Rest for half an hour, and then take the medicine."

"Aunt Shen, Aunt Shen, you are so kind to me, better than my own mother."

Ms. Shen raised her lips and smiled, and her mother, who came in with a bag of fruit, sneered.

"Little white-eyed wolf, it seems that we bought more than 100 catties of cherries for nothing. Forget it, Yan, let's go back and eat."

"Mom, mom, the best mother in the world, the prettiest and most beautiful Ms. Song! Your precious daughter wants to eat cherries!"

Zhao Yimian shouted.

Ms. Song, who was about to leave, walked in and raised her chin, "Alright, then tell me who is your best mother."

"Of course it's you!" Zhao Yimian said without blinking her eyelids, "Aunt Shen is the best mother-in-law!"

She flattered both ends, and Ms. Shen smiled with fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Ms. Song didn't like her, and cursed, "Little white-eyed wolf."

But he still took out the fruit in his hand and put it in the basket.

"Excuse me, two mothers, when can I go home!"

Zhao Yimian felt that the time was just right, so she asked.

"Bored?" Ms. Song asked.

Zhao Yimian nodded expectantly.

Ms. Song sneered, "At least half a month, who knows what's wrong with your little head?"

"Mother... my dear mother..."

"She's kidding you. We have already agreed with the doctor to observe for two more days. If the condition is good, we will be discharged on the 30th."

Ms. Shen saw through Ms. Song's threats, and said helplessly to Ms. Song, "Don't scare the children."

Ms. Song was not ashamed at all: "Don't you think her appearance is very funny?"

She said sadly, "You don't know, since Mianmian went to college, she hasn't been so funny."

Zhao Yimian wanted to sit up excitedly, but shook his head, and gasped for breath in pain.

The mother-in-law showed concern, and the mother smiled slightly, "It deserves it."

But the sarcasm was the sarcasm, the cherries still ate into Zhao Yimian's mouth.

A disagreement arose when discussing where to live.

Zhao Yimian subconsciously wanted to go home, Ms. Song was also willing to take her daughter back, and Shen Mingchu wanted to take Zhao Yimian back to his home.

"She is more familiar at home." Ms. Song said.

"I want her to live at home. The doctor said that a familiar environment may help her regain her memory."

Shen Mingchu put his hands on Zhao Yimian's shoulders, lowered his eyes, his voice was soft but firm.

Ms. Song looked at Zhao Yimian, "Okay, little witch, do you want to live at my house during the day, or at your wife's house at night."

Although Zhao Yimian has no sense of reality about marrying Shen Mingchu, but as a licking dog, the answer she will give can be imagined.

"Of course I'm going home with my wife! You already have wild men, so it's not good for me to go to your house again!"

Zong Yeman Yan, "..." showed an awkward yet polite smile.

After Zhao Yimian finished speaking, she realized that Zong Yan was standing behind her mother. She stuck out her tongue, "Uncle Zong, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you standing there."

Who told her mother's aura is too strong, even if she is only 1.6 meters tall, she can completely cover the 1.8 meters Zong Yan.

"You live here. I heard that there are many celebrities living in this community. Is it true?"

"We live here." Shen Mingchu corrected Zhao Yimian's grammatical errors, "It's true, many people I know live in this community."

Thinking of it, she smiled, "But you never went downstairs for a morning run or a walk after dinner, so you never met them once."

Zhao Yimian let out a "huh" and said steadily like an old dog, "Then I must be exercising at noon."

At the age of 16, she is still a sports girl.

She refused to admit that she would become a dead house in the future.

But touching her limp arm, Zhao Yimian felt that she had no persuasive power...

You must know that when she was playing basketball the most fiercely, when she took off her clothes, her two seemingly slender arms were full of muscles.

Now she is doing the movements of a bodybuilder, and her bulging muscles are not as big as half an egg.

It's really weak to the extreme, Zhao Yimian looks down on such a self.

Grown me sucks!

Good thing I'm only 16 now!

Thinking like this, she followed Zhao Yimian to the elevator, and when she entered the door, she began to cowardly again.

"Otherwise I'd better go home..."

Shen Mingchu held her hand and pressed firmly on the fingerprint lock, and with a beep, the door opened.

"This is our home." Her voice sounded a bit depressed, making Zhao Yimian dare not refute, "We are going home."

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...I'm going to try to go to bed early and get up early.