Wu Lingxi didn't think he would do anything, so he didn't take precautions and leaned back. She stepped back subconsciously, trying to maintain her balance, but behind her was an overturned coffee table, which happened to stop her from stepping back.

"Ouch!"

The side of the coffee table is uneven, the protruding glass top and the delicate drawer handles are all on her back.

Wu Lingxi wrinkled her face in pain, her body struggled inflexibly to turn over, and sat up with great difficulty.

"How can you hit someone!" Shaoyin sat on the sofa and reprimanded Fang Maonian, "That's my mother, can't you say something if you have something to say, why do you hit someone?"

Her eyes were round, and she looked very fierce, but she kept tearing an orange in her hand.

Rao is Fang Maonian who hates her to die, and can't help but be happy now.

Wu Lingxi, who was struggling to stand up, looked at her eldest daughter who was eating oranges with an angry face, and felt that her heart was cold as if she had fallen into a hole in the ice.

The daughter is taking revenge on her. She knew all too well that her daughter hated her.

She hated her for not supporting her in the past, hating her for not helping her get divorced, and now she is watching her fall, not only not helping her, but also not helping her out.

But, how can it be the same? Fang Maonian's beating of his wife is a matter of the husband and wife. Fang Maonian beat her, beating her elders and being unfilial. This is something different!

But she couldn't speak.

She had a premonition in her heart that even if she said it out loud, her daughter would not accept it.

If her daughter hates her, if she doesn't love her, she won't feel sorry for her.

Trembling violently, she squeezed out a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, Maonian didn't do it on purpose."

When he said the words, he saw Fang Maonian's contemptuous gaze, and his face flushed immediately.

How could she not know that she was looked down upon like this? But what can she do? They are a family of three, all women, can they still have enmity with the Fang family?

"I hope the house will be cleaned up when I come back." Fang Maonian gave Shaoyin a cold look and turned away.

Divorce is to leave.

But the house was destroyed like this, let her clean it up first, buy it, repair it, and then let her go.

The wife has no money, but the mother-in-law still has some.

"Bang!" He slammed the door and walked away.

This time, Fang Maonian did not come back.

After Shaoyin finished eating an orange, she turned around and went back to her bedroom. Beating people is also very tiring, she needs to rest for a while.

"Xuanxuan..." Wu Lingxi called her from behind.

Shaoyin didn't seem to hear, and closed the bedroom door with a "bang".

Wu Lingxi stood alone in the messy living room, looking at the overturned coffee table, the broken TV, the debris on the ground, and the elder orchid dragged out with a lump of dirt in it...

Suddenly, she burst into tears!

"What kind of sin have I done!" she said, wiping her tears.

She wanted to cry a lot, but no one was there to support her, so she didn't cry.

Clean up debris.

Move the broken TV to the door.

Raise the museum rack.

Return the coffee table to its place.

mop.

...

Wu Lingxi was busy from dawn to dusk, exhausted, but she did not feel bitter. He beat his sore waist and accidentally hit the place where he fell and was hit by the coffee table, and took a deep breath in pain.

She endured the pain, went into the kitchen, cooked a bowl of noodles, and beat two poached eggs.

Carrying a bowl, he walked to Shaoyin's door and knocked on the door: "Xuanxuan, Mom has cooked, why don't you come out to eat?"

Chapter 207 The person at the bottom of the pit 9 Remorse is hard to bear.

Shao Yin opened the door.

I saw Wu Lingxi standing outside the door with a flattering face.

With no expression on her face, she took the bowl and walked around Wu Lingxi to the living room. The living room had been cleaned, and the cleaning was not small. Shaoyin could hear it in the bedroom. Even if she couldn't hear it, Huihui would tell her.

At this moment, all the messes on the ground have been cleaned up, the whole living room is clean and bright, and the floor is spotless.

Wu Lingxi is a good hand at housework.

Shao Yin sat at the dining table, put the bowl on the table, and moved his chopsticks to eat. The scallion oil noodles made by Wu Lingxi are so fragrant and delicious that the tongue can swallow them.

She is also a good cook.

"Xuanxuan, is it delicious?" Wu Lingxi walked over, sat down opposite her, and asked flatteringly.

Shaoyin didn't lift his head.

Head down to eat noodles.

"Xuanxuan, Mom has cleaned up the house for you. What are you dissatisfied with? Mom will clean it up for you." Seeing that her daughter didn't speak, Wu Lingxi added a little bit of ingratitude.

Shaoyin still didn't speak.

But a fire started to rise from the bottom of my heart.

Because of her ability.

This is a very capable woman. Cooking, doing housework, planning carefully, and taking care of children are all good hands.

If she becomes a housekeeping aunt, she will do well. If she helps cook, she can do well too. If she sets up her own stall and makes some snacks at the market or near the school, she can also make a lot of money.

But she didn't. After her husband died in a car accident, she raised her two daughters with savings and compensation, and began to live on her own.

She was very insecure in her heart because she was on her own, so she planned carefully. For a few cents, I spent a long time arguing with the vegetable seller at the market. In order to save a dollar on the bus fare, she could walk a few stops with heavy dishes in both hands.

The "Mom broke my heart for you" that she often talks about is not because she is pitiful, but because she is really bitter.

But she was bitter to herself, and hardly treated her two children harshly. As she said, when other people's children eat five-cent popsicles, she buys fifty-cent ice cream for her daughter. She has learned to buy her daughter beautiful clothes in the store when other children are still wearing their own clothes.