After wearing into the slag A, the powerful wife

Chapter 26

This is what Mo Qingran saw when he came back.

He Song curled up slightly on the sofa and was sleeping soundly. The three-quarter-length jeans showed his white and smooth calves, and down there were delicate, well-articulated ankles and slippery and cute little feet.

She looked obedient when she was asleep, with her feet crossed up and down, her hands bent over her forehead, and she was in the posture of a baby falling asleep.

Mo Qingran recalled the articles she had read, and the baby's sleeping posture represented the person's lack of security.She walked to the edge of the sofa and squatted down, leaning over to see He Song's sleeping face with frown.

I don't know what I'm worrying about, and my dreams don't even happen.

Looking at He Song like this, Mo Qingran felt a sudden sense of loss, as if since they agreed to get married, He Song had never asked her for anything, and never took the initiative to tell herself her troubles.

On the contrary, He Song chatted with her, always talking about happy things, smiling, without a trace of haze in his eyes.Every time she came back from the company exhausted and saw He Song like this, her exhaustion was washed away.

The work in the company is boring, and there is no fun in meeting and reading materials day after day, and naturally there is nothing interesting to share with He Song.

But there will also be a few times when the new assistant in the office remembers the names of the two managers mixed up, and it takes him a whole day to realize it after shouting in confusion.

Or maybe Fangyuan put on makeup and changed into a beautiful outfit to go on a blind date today. This is her No.20 three blind dates, I hope there is no No.20 four times.

She tried to get away from work and observe everything around her, even though these things were useless to her past self and didn't need to be bothered.

She knows her character flaws, boring and indifferent, except for the necessary dealings in the mall, she keeps a distance from almost everyone, has no friends, no entertainment and social interaction, and lives alone.

That's how her previous self came here, and she never felt that there was anything wrong with it for more than ten years.

But when He Song moved here and walked into her own life, she saw a different and colorful world through the other's vivid eyes.

The monotonous life was splashed with various colors of paint, and she seemed to yearn for that gorgeous world.

Mo Qingran couldn't help but tap He Song's eyebrows with her fingers, it was very light, like petals swirling slightly, like the wind blowing willow twigs.

There are still three years, she is looking forward to it.

The corners of her mouth curled up, and Mo Qingran brought a blanket from the cubicle, and covered He Song's body.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on He Song's medical records and a few examination reports on the table, did she go to the hospital?Are you sick?

He Song had a not-so-good dream.

She dreamed of her childhood in the orphanage.

As the number one mischievous child in the orphanage, she was the child who caused the dean's mother the most headache.

She doesn't take classes well, and likes to climb trees and walls. Seeing that she is getting older, she has never been able to find a foster family willing to accept her.

The dean's mother touched her head, worried, "If you continue to make trouble like this, once you pass the age, no family will be willing to adopt you."

He Song raised his head and turned his face, "If you don't have it, you don't have it. I want to work and support myself after finishing my studies like Sister Qingqing... Oops."

The dean's mother directly poked her on the forehead, "It's different if you have a home or not. Don't be misled by what Qingqing said. What she said is wrong. You will understand when you grow up."

"With parents, there is a normal family and a normal life. In the future, there will always be a time when one person can't support it. What will you do then?"

He Song pouted impatiently, "So what if you choose, Sister Qingqing was adopted twice, and finally sent back by those parents. Now she is not alone. I don't want to be adopted, let alone be adopted again." Send it back."

At that age, when her self-esteem was high and her emotions were too high, she knew very well that the children who were adopted and sent back were the poorest children.

That means no one likes it, not accepted by the outside world.

She couldn't bear it once, it was too shocking and sad.

Sister Qingqing cried all night in her room when she was sent back for the first time. The girl cried hoarsely and told He Song how wonderful the new parents are, how nice the big room for one person is, and how great the new toys are. good……

"Why didn't they want me all of a sudden?"

There are many reasons for abandonment, not just that the child is not likable, but the child does not know these, and simply thinks that he is hated.

The dean's mother was speechless, sighed, and said: "Qingqing is a good child, but her new parents have their own children, and she is a little older..."

But as she spoke, her voice gradually lowered, "Okay, it's up to you to choose, but next time an adoptive family comes over, don't be naughty."

After that, when he grew up, He Song often wondered what his life would have been like if he hadn't been adopted by the He family's parents.

He's father and mother are both gentle people. The relationship between the husband and wife has been going on for decades, but they have not had children for a long time.

The idea of ​​adoption has been around for a long time, and after making various preparations this time, they finally made up their minds.

What the dean's mother didn't expect was that they chose He Song, who was a bit stubborn.

Embarrassed, He Ma took out the biscuits she baked and distributed them to the children in the orphanage. Looking at He Song who was running in the front, she showed a happy and satisfied smile.

"Actually, I've been here to see her several times. My husband and I own a bakery, and on our way home from the shop, we would pass the fence at the back."

"I heard her chatting with friends, complaining that the bean sprouts in the cafeteria were always tasteless, and I knew she liked to sit on the swing and read comics. Once I couldn't help but bring her bread from the store. But he refused to take it desperately, obviously looking like he wanted to eat it very much."

He's mother then seemed to realize that she had slipped her mouth, covered her mouth and apologized, "I'm sorry, I took food for the child without authorization."

"However, I really like that child. Our family is usually quite dull, but a lively child can still make it lively."

The dean's mother was silent, she let He Song make his own choice.

At that time, He Songren was a small person, sitting at the bottom of the slide and staring blankly at the couple with warm smiles in front of him, at a loss what to do.

"I..." She looked anxiously at the dean's mother.

But the dean's mother just said: "Do you want Mother He and Father to live together?"

Maybe it was because the biscuits he ate that day were too fragrant and sweet, He Song dropped a few golden beans and threw them into Mother He's arms.

But when the scene changed, it was followed by a rainy day filled with black clouds and dark clouds. She was squatting alone under the eaves, completely soaked, and her body was hot and cold, as if she had a fever.

The feeling of being suddenly abandoned by the world and being alone is very powerless and desperate.

The new damp smell from the rain was lingering on his body, and He Song was about to fall down in a daze, when a faint sound came from a distance.

"He Song! He Song!"

Mo Qingran looked worriedly at He Song whose cheeks were burning hot, and called her softly.

After a while, she saw He Song's eyes slightly opened a crack, and the air he exhaled was still hot.

He Song: "What's wrong with me?"

Mo Qingran frowned, "You have a fever."

fever?How could she have a fever for no reason?

Reflexively, she reached out and touched the glands on the back of her neck. It was hot, and she understood that it was another adverse reaction of that pheromone dependence.

"I'm fine. I'll take some medicine. You...stay away from me first."

Mo Qingran supported He Song to sit up, and when she heard the second half of the sentence, her eyes were filled with complicated emotions, she took a step back, "I'll get you a glass of water."

He Song nodded, poured out a few pills from the medicine bottle he just bought at the hospital, and swallowed them.

In the future, the reaction of pheromone dependence will become more and more serious, and I don't know how long this drug will last.

There are still three years, she is a little desperate.

Mo Qingran sat next to He Song, took a wet towel and wiped her face, "What's the matter? Have a cold?"

He Song looked at the medical records and laboratory reports on the table with a guilty conscience, and secretly rejoiced that Mo Qingran didn't see it.

"Yes, I have a cold, cough, cough, maybe I caught a cold when I stepped on the quilt at night. I have been feeling very uncomfortable these days. I went to the hospital today and prescribed some cold medicine. I should take it for a few days and it will be fine." In order to highlight the cold She also took a symbolic sniff at the authenticity.

"Oh, I have a cold." Mo Qingran squinted her eyes, a cold light flashed, and she squeezed the towel tightly in her hand, revealing her emotional dissatisfaction.

"Very good, the cold is very good, it will be fine after a few days of fever, right, then you should take more medicine, and you will get better faster."

A draft came from somewhere, and He Song only felt a chill on his back, seeing Mo Qingran's cold face, he didn't think much about it.

"Yeah, take medicine, I..."

Before she finished speaking, Mo Qingran suddenly stood up, and said forcefully, "I still have some work to do, I'm going to the study."

Just stepped on the slippers and left.

He Song: "I...I..." Angry again?

The allergens left, and He Song, who had taken the allergy medicine, finally stopped having a fever. She rested on the sofa for a while, and then belatedly remembered the "evidence" on the table.

She immediately pulled it over and prepared to put it away properly. Although she knew that Mo Qingran would not casually look at other people's privacy, but...

Wait a minute, is this test sheet on top?

Under the blood test report, the "doctor's recommendation" column marked in red is particularly eye-catching. Taking medicine is only a temporary suppression, and finding your own Omega mark is the correct treatment method.

She remembered very clearly that this one was deliberately placed at the end by her, so how could it be?

He Song unconsciously raised his head to look at the second floor. There was no third person in the villa, so it was self-evident who checked it out.

Therefore, Mo Qingran knows everything.

Then I still use the lame reason of catching a cold to cover up in front of her, and sleep on the quilt, oh my god, destroy it, I'm tired.