Be a good mother-in-law

Chapter 239 Mother-in-law is a soul body 5
Just don't provoke her.

Therefore, in He Huan's impression, her mother-in-law is actually a good person.

So after her mother-in-law was diagnosed with terminal cancer, she was so willing to sell cars and houses.

After her mother-in-law died, she also felt really uncomfortable.

Although half of her suffering is for her husband's suffering.

—

The small hall of the rental house is full of things, and there is only a narrow path leading to two rooms and a kitchen.

The bathroom is in the kitchen.

Except for the necessary supplies that are conveniently placed, the rest of the things are randomly piled up, like the waste recycling station not far downstairs.

Jiang Yueming moved the large and heavy items, while He Huan sorted out the small and light items.

The husband and wife were busy with their own affairs, and there was no communication during the whole process. The tacit understanding was like an old couple for many years.

After sorting out all the items and working together to clean and sanitize, the couple entered the kitchen together.

One washes and cooks rice, the other washes and cuts vegetables, one stir-fries vegetables, and the other washes dishes.

When the extremely homely two dishes and one soup were placed in the center of the dining table, three sets of bowls and chopsticks were already arranged along the edge of the table.

Jiang Yueming and He Huan looked at each other, they were stunned at the same time, and then there was sadness on their faces.

"Eat." Jiang Yueming reacted first, and shook her hand.

He Huan nodded, and the two sat down facing each other.

There was still no communication, and there was only the sound of tableware colliding in the room, which was crisp but weak, making the whole world extremely silent.

There is a feeling that they are separated from a world.

Lonely, lonely.

Lycoris watched silently, not planning to do anything.

The pain of losing a loved one must be borne by themselves after all, and as time goes by, they can always let it go slowly.

After the meal, the couple sat down for a while, washed and slept.

next day Monday.

Jiang Yueming and He Huan got up early and took the bus to school to go to class.

The renting place is not far from the school, only two stops, but there are so many people going to work and school in the morning rush hour, the passengers in the carriage were squeezed out of shape, and the driver kept yelling to go inside.

Lycoris didn't get on the roof this time, but followed them into the compartment.

She deliberately restrained her breath, let her body overlap with strangers, and followed Jiang Yueming and He Huan.

The couple stood facing each other, He Huan was holding their bags, and Jiang Yueming was holding her. The two of them swayed back and forth with the passengers in unison with the shaking of the car.

Much like a plant under a strong wind.

Lycoris stood behind He Huan, turned sideways, half of his body overlapped with He Huan, and the other half overlapped with an aunt.

Her eyes were fixed on two of the passengers.

These two ordinary-looking men, the slightly fat one is on the left of the aunt, and the thin one is on the right of the aunt.

Among them, the chubby man's hand was groping for the aunt's bag, and the blade between his fingers was ready to go.

The thin man's hand pierced Shi Suan's body, reaching towards He Huan.

The moment the fat man flashed his blade and slashed at the aunt's bag, Shi Suan grabbed the thin man's hand and sent it over.

The blade, which could easily cut through a leather bag, pulled out a big gash in the thin man's hand, which was as deep as the bone, and the tendon of his hand was severed.

Blood dripped out, and the severe pain caused the thin man to scream, "Ah—my hand, my hand, my hand..."

The fat man knew that he had cut someone when he cut the knife, and he called it unlucky in his heart.

Hearing the shout, he looked indifferent, ready to put away the blade as if nothing had happened.

But the wrist was grabbed by an invisible hand and held up high.

The bloody blade in his hand looked like a provocation.

(End of this chapter)