The most beautiful daughter-in-law of space peasant women, Shanlihan

Chapter 393 Liu's Pregnancy

Early in the morning, before the sun was up, the Lin family staged a farce. In the end, the troublemaker didn't reap the benefits. They watched the delicious food float by before their eyes, and their stomachs were hooked and sang empty city tricks.

Old man Lin flicked his hands, put his back behind his back, turned his head, and saw Lin Qingshan standing under the eaves. He let out his anger and snorted coldly, "Look at the good girl you have taught, hmph..."

Hearing this, Lin Qiaoyun raised her eyes and glanced over, just in time to meet Lin Qingshan's eyes, she lowered her eyebrows slightly, her expression was calm, and she walked into the house with her things.

She admitted that she was suffocating in her heart, so she would fight with people early in the morning.

After entering the house, Mrs. Wang had already woken up, lying there looking out the window, and sighed faintly, "Qiaoyun, why don't we go back, mother's waist is not in the way, mother is thinking about your father."

"Mother, don't talk nonsense. I can't move my waist for four or five days. If I take better care of it now, I will not suffer from rheumatism in the future." Lin Qiaoyun filled the soup and fed it to Mrs. Wang.She knew that Mrs. Wang knew the truth, and she was afraid of embarrassing her, so she wanted to leave with an excuse.

In the end, Mrs. Wang didn't mention it again. After finishing the soup, she saw that there was still a lot left on the table. She thought about it and made a suggestion, "Your parents are next door. This soup is delicious. You can send some."

Lin Qiaoyun lowered her eyebrows, but she really wanted to visit Mrs. Liu. With Mrs. Wang's proposal, she went along with the flow, poured a bowl of hot soup, and went out to turn to the next door.

Buckle.

"Mother, it's me, Qiaoyun." Lin Qingshan had already left the house, the fourth bedroom was located in a remote place, and it was very deserted all day long. When Lin Qiaoyun stood in front of the door, she watched the spider webs forming above her head for several days.

There were noises from inside the room, and after a long while, the door panel shook twice, and opened with a creak, and Liu Shi's face was revealed inside the door, a little pale and sallow.

Lin Qiaoyun's heart was shocked, and she reached out to help her, but the latter shrank suddenly and dodged, her sleeve subconsciously covered her abdomen, which was already slightly swollen.

Liu is pregnant.

Lin Qiaoyun is twenty-one years old, Lin Qingshan and his wife are almost middle-aged, Liu's body is weak, and he still needs to give birth due to his advanced age.

The two stood facing each other, Mrs. Liu looked at Lin Qiaoyun and frowned, staring straight at her stomach, feeling a little guilty and afraid, shrank back, and whispered, "Qiaoyun, why are you here?"

As she said that, Liu Shi didn't move away, as if a new year had passed, she and Lin Qiaoyun were complete strangers, and the sense of distance created was awkward.

Lin Qingshan is like this, and Liu's is also like this. What is the reason for the difference?

"Mom, I made vegetable soup and I'll bring you a bowl." Lin Qiaoyun looked away and didn't overreach.

Liu looked at the things in her hand, swallowed subconsciously, then quickly lowered her head and turned sideways, "Come in first."

The hut is narrow, and it is almost the same as in the memory. The Lin family is not really poor and white, but the four rooms are hardened, and they are suppressed everywhere. In the past, Lin Qiaoyun grew up to be 20 years old, and she was as thin as bean sprouts, and she was abused. .

"Mum, eat it while it's hot. It's bad for your stomach if it's cold." Lin Qiaoyun couldn't take her eyes off Liu's eyes. Lin Qiaoyun pulled her to sit down, turned around and picked up a rag, and helped clean up inside and out.

Mrs. Liu was pregnant and was not allowed to work, and her sister-in-law had no one to take care of her, so the hut became a pig's nest.

With the hot and fragrant soup in his mouth, through the mist, Mrs. Liu watched her daughter busy back and forth, her heart was sore, she covered her stomach with her palms, and was at a loss for what to do.

(End of this chapter)