I am happy to be a mother in my 80s, but the factory director’s wife is ruined

Sang Yu took the pillow away without thinking, and there was a book lying quietly under it.

..."Handbook for Newlyweds"?

She flipped through it briefly and roughly understood that it was a book related to marriage. It not only contained some basic common sense, but also popularized things in bed.

Sang Yu guessed that this was posted when she got married. After all, in this era, many things are not easy to talk about openly.

Tsk.

No wonder Xi Zheng acted like a thief yesterday morning. It turned out to be a shame.

However, this also means that Xi Zheng does not hate her, and it does not seem difficult to guess the reason why the other party is angry.

She had just had some sparks with Xi Zheng a while ago, but in the past few days, she had quickly cooled down due to various things, and she would murmur something about each other.

Sang Yu admitted that she had been a little neglectful recently, but Xi Zheng was obviously busier than her, so how could she still have the energy to think about such things?

Emotional matters can't be rushed, and Sang Yu is not in the mood to worry so much right now. She stuffed the book back intact, got dressed and went downstairs to spread out the egg pancakes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the door, he encountered a small figure tiptoeing out from the opposite side.

Sang Yu calmed down and realized it was An An.

She thought the little girl was going to the bathroom, so she stood there and let the other person go down first. However, she was blocked when she got downstairs.

An An raised her little head and said, "Auntie, don't forget what we said."

Sang Yu smiled knowingly and couldn't help pinching her cheek, "Don't worry, I won't forget it."

After learning that Xi Baiyang was going to hold a birthday party, An An wanted to prepare a birthday gift for her brother. However, her pockets were empty and she did not dare to ask Xi Zheng for money, so she found Sang Yu and wanted to ask her if she had anything good. Method.

It was rare for her to have this kind of heart. Sang Yu quickly thought of making handmade greeting cards. It happened that An An also liked painting and origami. Doing it yourself was both sincere and caring. Xi Baiyang must have been happy to see it.

However, it wouldn't be that surprising if it were told in advance, so An An didn't dare to confess in front of Xi Boyang yesterday.

Worried that Sang Yu would forget, she came to remind her early in the morning, which showed that An An attached great importance to this matter.

Sang Yu promised again, "I will definitely help you bring back the materials for the greeting card. You can go back to sleep without worries."

An An stood still and looked at her seriously, "Auntie, I can also help. Let me spread the egg pancakes for you."

Sang Yu was a little surprised, "How do you know? Did Bai Yang tell you?"

"No, I got up at night and saw it secretly." An An said, "Auntie only asked my brother to help, but didn't ask me to help. Does it mean that I am clumsy?"

"Nonsense." Sang Yu explained, "Your brother wanted to learn how to make egg pancakes with me, so I asked him to do it. Auntie, I don't need anyone else's help here."

An An's eyes dimmed a bit, and she tried to persuade Sang Yu in her own way, "I can cook, cut vegetables, and clean..."

She had said these words before, and Sang Yu was not impatient and looked into her eyes seriously, "An An, I know you are a kind child, but you have to understand one thing. I am an adult and you are a child. , adults usually don’t need any help from children, it’s us who should take care of you.”

"..."

An An stared with confused eyes in disbelief. What her aunt said always seemed to be different from what she had heard before.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Sang Yu thought that the other party didn't understand what she meant, so she bent down and pinched the other party's young cheek, "Aren't you happy that I won't let you work? Are you so mouthy?"

Little girl, don't think that she is sending people away in disguise.

An An pursed her lips, "But my aunt said that those who don't help the family are lazy, and they won't be given food in the future."

"Who is the aunt you are talking about? Why must you listen to her?"

Sang Yu had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but she never found the right opportunity. An An lowered her eyelids and said, "Auntie is my uncle's wife, and she is in charge of everything at home."

"Where are the other elders?" Sang Yu asked curiously.

"Uncle also listens to auntie."

"Why don't you ask your grandparents to help make the decision?"

According to what Xi Zheng told her before, the Xi family at least had a great-grandmother, and Xi Zheng's parents, how could they allow a daughter-in-law to dominate?

While Sang Yu was confused, she saw An An's eyes were red, as if she had been touched by some unhappy memory.

If I keep asking, I'm afraid the pearls will really drop.

Sang Yu's tone became serious, "An'an, no matter what you have heard before, we are a family now. There is no aunt and no one who refuses to give you food. Just listen to me and dad here. Everything else is not important." .”

There is no aunt here...

An An blinked, and both eyes lit up a bit, as if the long-standing haze dissipated in an instant.

Sang Yu took the opportunity to pat her on the back, "If you really want to help, you have to have your father's permission. Be good, go back to bed first."

She had no choice but to kick the ball to Xi Zheng first. Xi Zheng would definitely not agree to it anyway.

With this shield, An An reluctantly climbed up the stairs.

It seems that the Xi family's situation is more complicated than I thought...

Sang Yu felt a little worried in her heart.

The reason why she didn't cut off the relationship immediately at first was because she thought Xi Zheng's interpersonal relationship was simple. But now she realized that she was careless.

Although it's too early to draw conclusions, she doesn't necessarily have to hang herself from a tree.

Making money is important right now, and since An An was so delayed, Sang Yu has no time to think about anything else. She just plans to have time to have a good chat with Xi Zheng.

It's just that the house leaked and it rained all night. When Sang Yu got to the door, she remembered that Xi Zheng had taken her bicycle away.

It was so early in the morning, and she had no place to borrow it from anyone, so she could only rush to the factory in a hurry.

Although Sang Yu had already shown the same spirit as when she ran 800 meters, it was still a little late. Fortunately, she was usually quite honest. The chef in the cafeteria didn't say anything and still paid her the money as usual.

Sang Yu came out of the factory wiping the sweat from her forehead and couldn't help but glance behind her.

She was walking in a hurry just now, but Sang Yu was not unconscious. She was used to being stared at by the paparazzi. She was still relatively sensitive to the surrounding sights. Sang Yu always felt that someone was following her along the way.

It was precisely for this reason that she ran extremely fast because she was worried about encountering some bad guy.

Now that she had handed in her errand, Sang Yu wanted to see what was going on, but after walking back for a while, the man seemed to have disappeared again.

Is it my own illusion?

Little did he know that at the same time she left, a panting Sang Wenli appeared from behind.

She watched from a distance as Sang Yu went in with a basket and came out with money. She narrowed her eyes sharply - Sang Yu is so good at pretending, but your good days are coming to an end. (End of chapter)