The Villain’s Mother

After eating bread deeply, Song Ting was not very hungry. However, Nguyen Xia watched the night fall. She was getting closer and closer to home. She was in a great mood and had a big appetite. After eating bread or starving, she bought two buckets of noodles on the train and bought ham sausage.

Nguyen Xia especially enjoyed noodles when she was a child. At that time, her grandfather asked her what she wanted to eat. She said to eat noodles. In Xiao Nguyen Xia's heart, nothing tasted better than noodles. When she returned to her parents in high school, she had to study at night. Dinner was solved in the cafeteria. Classes were heavy and noodles were common. Later, noodles became junk food that she didn't want to touch again for at least six months.

She's not a healthy girl, but when she grows up, she really doesn't eat spaghetti very often.

Spaghetti, smells fragrant, just like a bite.

Song Shuyan took a deep breath and looked covetously at the barrel of Master Kang 1 in front of her. The child was always full of curiosity and anticipation about the food the adult ate, like now, he swallowed a sip and asked: “Mom, can I take a sip? ”

Nguyen Xia hasn't answered yet. Song Tingshen said selflessly about the iron noodles: “No. ”

He doesn't care what Nguyen Xia eats, but he can care about his son.

Song Ting Shen would never allow children under the age of four to eat this junk food, and there are many restrictions on eating ice cream.

Nguyen Xia also felt that it was not good to feed the children noodles. “It's not good at all. ”

Fatty wanted to cry without tears, "It smells good! ”

He's got a nose, he can smell it, so don't lie to him, okay? A little more sincerity, a little less routine.

“Some things smell delicious, some don't taste good, some smell bad, but they taste really good.” Nguyen Xia thought about it, "like stinking tofu, like spinach powder, like durian. ”

Little Fatty obviously wasn't so good at fooling around, and he stretched out his fat finger, “If you let me take a bite, I'll know if it's good or not. ”

“This stuff kids can't eat. If you eat, you'll get a tummy, and you'll get an injection.” Nguyen Xia said in an exaggerated tone, "Such a thick needle. Oh, stab it in your tender skin. ”

Perhaps thinking of the fear of being dominated by the nurse's aunt and needle, the little fat man Sr. shrunk a little and didn't say anything about eating noodles.

Though Song Tingshen was reading the mobile mail, he was listening to the interaction between the mother and son.

Although he did not know exactly what had happened to Nguyen Xia, which had prompted her to make these strange changes, it was a good thing that she was now willing to be close to her children.

He always knew that no matter how well his father did, he could not replace his mother.

Wang Chai has an outgoing personality, but sometimes when the kindergarten kids are accompanied by their parents, he also asks them why they don't come.

Song Tingshen now only hopes that Nguyen Xia is not temporarily fashionable. After all, it will be better for the child to grow up with his parents.

Trains occasionally pass through tunnels, and they also make rumbling noises. Song Tingshen is reading cell phone emails, and Nguyen Xia is taking her cell phone with her to watch animations.

She's so rich now, she doesn't even care if she watches video on wifi or traffic.

Song Ting was more than one meter and eight deep, and this bedroom bed he lay down in a hurry, and Nguyen Xia squeezed into a bed with Fatty.

When Fatty fell asleep, Nguyen Xia suddenly said: "It won't happen again. I know my behavior today may be confusing to you, but don't worry, it's the last time. ”

She now knows the plot, so she wants to change it. Song Tingshen's escape this time means that the plot is about to change, even if it is even slight, but there is a deviation, it is not something she could have predicted. She can save him once, maybe she can't save him twice. What will happen next? What will happen again? It will only depend on God.

Song Ting deeply hears that the words are just a boon.

Though she is unusual, he is also unable to cooperate.

“But there's one thing I want to tell you, dreams may just be dreams, but I'm scared because it's up to you, me or Wangzi.” Nguyen Xia said this calmly, she also said the truth, the original owner and the child do rely on Song Tingshen, “you frequently travel, and now the bigger the career, even if it is not for me, for the child, I hope you can take care of yourself. ”

She's telling the truth.

In the drama of the novel, after Song Ting's death, the original owner still found the second spring, and found the second man who could give her the life she wanted, but the child?

Ultimately, no one can say for sure whether a person should live in this world for himself or for the next of kin.

Song Tingshen didn't expect Nguyen Xia to say such a thing.

He silenced for a few seconds and slowly said, "Don't worry. ”

Nguyen Xia thought that this had nothing to do with her worrying, mainly about the children.

Though she had all planned, even if Song Ting Shen really took the bento, she would take Big Wang, but peacefully, the premature death of the father would inevitably bring indelible marks to the child, just as the father could not replace the mother and the mother could not replace the father.

The two were unfamiliar, and Nguyen Xia's ability to say such a thing was completely disfigured. Song Tingshen was able to respond to such a sentence, which was also very rare. As for the rest, there was only silence left to the two.

What she has to say, what she has to do, what happens next... depends on God's arrangement.

* * *

Despite the average conditions, Nguyen Xia slept well with Fatty, but Song Ting, next door in bed, couldn't sleep.

His own sleep quality is not very good. Insomnia is also common. He is uncomfortable sleeping at this time, plus Nguyen Xia's words. He listened to the sound of the train rumbling and opened his eyes until 1: 00 or 2: 00 a.m. and was not sleepy.

Nguyen Xia's anomaly, he did not care and did not want to test what had happened to her, but did not know why, she was saying something like that, combined with the various behaviors of these two days, Song Ting was deeply emotional.

Things were so messy in his head that he didn't fall asleep until three o'clock.

Though the soft bedroom was not as noisy as a normal hard bed, it was not quite quiet in the daytime. Nguyen Xia saw Song Tingshen still awake and shouted at Fatty softly: “Let's not quarrel about Dad sleeping. ”

They moved very lightly, but when they took the toothbrush and towel, Song Ting Deep woke up, but he did not open his eyes.

Fatty didn't like brushing his teeth. He made a lot of fun of Nguyen Xia by looking at him like he was dead.

When the two of them were back in the box, Song Ting Shen woke up and went to the bathroom with his toothbrush and towel.

Washing on the train is inconvenient, but it's a rare experience for them.

Nguyen Xia discovered that Little Fatty was ill today and even coughed a few times. She chirped in her heart. In the scene, because Little Fatty was sick and had a fever, Aunt couldn't reach the original owner, she could only call Song Tingshen. Song Tingshen, who loved her children, naturally changed her signature and rushed back.

In fact, after spending two days with Song Ting Shen, Nguyen Xia found that even if her aunt contacted the original owner, Song Ting Shen would sign the ticket back early, knowing that the child was ill.

So this is really the pot of the original owner, which is also wrong.

If Auntie contacted the original owner, but Auntie knew that Mr. Song was in charge in this house, so she would most likely call Mr. Song. No, the original owner would also call him, so if she didn't bring Wang Chai to City A, Wang Chai got sick and had a fever today, Song Ting would know very well. If she couldn't hide it by then, Song Ting Shen would definitely sign the plane back...

Well, his chances of dying are also very high.

Even if she insisted that he not sign the ticket again, he would not listen to her. After all, from the point of view of a father, his wife did not love the child, and his work was finished. Then, coming back one night in advance, he would feel more comfortable with the child.

Fortunately, she went to City A, otherwise she wasn't sure the next thing was going to work the way she imagined.

If she hadn't gone to City A, hadn't come back with Song Ting a day in advance... she wouldn't have dared to predict the consequences either.

Nguyen Xia noticed Wangzi's mental illness, Song Tingshen's competent father naturally also noticed that the two of them took the car back to the villa and did not go to the hospital first time. After all, it is common for children to have a cold fever. Even if they arrived at the hospital, the doctor allowed them to observe more. If the fever persists, the next injection will be given.

Song Ting is very skilled at wiping Wang Chai with warm water and feeding him water to drink.

Nguyen Xia was completely helpless and could only keep track of Wang Chai's temperature changes.

It was also after that day that she understood why colleagues had said that children were sick and adults were suffering, because as long as children were sick, adults had no possibility of resting.

Both stay close to Wang Chai, and no one is comfortable sleeping.

Ming was fine yesterday. Why did he get sick and have a fever today? Nguyen Xia wanted to come and go, but could not think of a reason. It could only be attributed to the fact that the plot was too powerful. Something should have happened, something that could not be stopped, would still happen.

In the morning, Nguyen Xia couldn't hold it either. She fell asleep beside Wang Chai and still had a thermometer in her hand.

Song Ting Deep came in from the outside and saw this scene.

Wang Chai, even if she was sick, probably felt her mother by her side, leaning unconsciously towards her, mother and son lying in bed, sleeping almost the same face.

He walked over and hesitated for a while, picking up the blanket from the side and gently covering Nguyen Xia.

After eating bread deeply, Song Ting was not very hungry. However, Nguyen Xia watched the night fall. She was getting closer and closer to home. She was in a great mood and had a big appetite. After eating bread or starving, she bought two buckets of noodles on the train and bought ham sausage.

Nguyen Xia especially enjoyed noodles when she was a child. At that time, her grandfather asked her what she wanted to eat. She said to eat noodles. In Xiao Nguyen Xia's heart, nothing tasted better than noodles. When she returned to her parents in high school, she had to study at night. Dinner was solved in the cafeteria. Classes were heavy and noodles were common. Later, noodles became junk food that she didn't want to touch again for at least six months.

She's not a healthy girl, but when she grows up, she really doesn't eat spaghetti very often.

Spaghetti, smells fragrant, just like a bite.

Song Shuyan took a deep breath and looked covetously at the barrel of Master Kang 1 in front of her. The child was always full of curiosity and anticipation about the food the adult ate, like now, he swallowed a sip and asked: “Mom, can I take a sip? ”

Nguyen Xia hasn't answered yet. Song Tingshen said selflessly about the iron noodles: “No. ”

He doesn't care what Nguyen Xia eats, but he can care about his son.

Song Ting Shen would never allow children under the age of four to eat this junk food, and there are many restrictions on eating ice cream.

Nguyen Xia also felt that it was not good to feed the children noodles. “It's not good at all. ”

Fatty wanted to cry without tears, "It smells good! ”

He's got a nose, he can smell it, so don't lie to him, okay? A little more sincerity, a little less routine.

“Some things smell delicious, some don't taste good, some smell bad, but they taste really good.” Nguyen Xia thought about it, "like stinking tofu, like spinach powder, like durian. ”

Little Fatty obviously wasn't so good at fooling around, and he stretched out his fat finger, “If you let me take a bite, I'll know if it's good or not. ”

“This stuff kids can't eat. If you eat, you'll get a tummy, and you'll get an injection.” Nguyen Xia said in an exaggerated tone, "Such a thick needle. Oh, stab it in your tender skin. ”

Perhaps thinking of the fear of being dominated by the nurse's aunt and needle, the little fat man Sr. shrunk a little and didn't say anything about eating noodles.

Though Song Tingshen was reading the mobile mail, he was listening to the interaction between the mother and son.

Although he did not know exactly what had happened to Nguyen Xia, which had prompted her to make these strange changes, it was a good thing that she was now willing to be close to her children.

He always knew that no matter how well his father did, he could not replace his mother.

Wang Chai has an outgoing personality, but sometimes when the kindergarten kids are accompanied by their parents, he also asks them why they don't come.

Song Tingshen now only hopes that Nguyen Xia is not temporarily fashionable. After all, it will be better for the child to grow up with his parents.

Trains occasionally pass through tunnels, and they also make rumbling noises. Song Tingshen is reading cell phone emails, and Nguyen Xia is taking her cell phone with her to watch animations.

She's so rich now, she doesn't even care if she watches video on wifi or traffic.

Song Ting was more than one meter and eight deep, and this bedroom bed he lay down in a hurry, and Nguyen Xia squeezed into a bed with Fatty.