After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 113 Dispute ([-])

The warm hand left his face little by little, and the warm touch slowly descended. Qiao Yuan subconsciously grabbed his hand.

Facing those heavy black eyes, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

What do you mean, that she subconsciously knows that Da Zhuang will not really betray her, so she is so confident?

But Da Zhuang doesn't know anything. He doesn't know that he and the wife he misses have already been inseparable. He seems to be strong, but the golden house hides the beauty, and he always knows his wife's whereabouts.

But in essence, he was extremely insecure in this relationship, so he eagerly seized every opportunity to test her.

Da Zhuang looked at the speechless madam and slowly put down the hand that was holding her back: "Okay, madam, you can leave if you want."

He took a step back, standing tall, and the warmth in his eyes slowly faded, "It just so happens that my wife and I need to calm down."

Qiao Yuan took Brother Ting back to Qiao's mother's house.

She had a rare and sad look on her face, her beautiful eyebrows were drooped, and there was an unnoticeable anxiety.

Mother Qiao looked behind her and saw a few maids with unfamiliar faces following her, and patted her daughter's hand. "But there was a quarrel?"

Qiao Yuan nodded listlessly.

This is strange.

The last few times when Qiao Yuan came to see her, there was always a man wearing a mask following him, as if he was a shadow. Mother Qiao asked privately what was going on.

Qiao Yuan hesitated for a moment. Even at this point, he still didn't hide it from her.

Mother Qiao was naturally shocked, but it was a good thing that Qi Cun was not dead. She digested it silently for a few days and did not say anything after that.

"I can see how much he cares about you." Mother Qiao couldn't help but said, "He can handle no matter how indulgent you are in your temper. If it's not a big deal, it doesn't matter if you lower your head occasionally. "

Qiao Yuan lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Seeing that her daughter was in low spirits, Mother Qiao felt a little distressed, but she stopped saying these words and only said that she would stay with her for a few more days.

Ting Ge'er was rarely brought to Qiao's mother's house. Now he was looking at the unfamiliar place with his eyes, but he was not afraid.

Naturally, Mother Qiao was very happy. She quickly opened the small kitchen to get some food that the children liked to eat, and led her grandson to visit the yard, leaving Qiao Yuan alone.

Qiao Yuan sat crookedly on the soft couch, her hair slightly scattered, her broken hair piled on Yuxue's cheeks, and she covered her face with a book. The maids all thought that Madam was fast asleep, but in fact she was very awake.

Normally, Da Zhuang would be back from work at this time, and she just woke up from her nap, feeling groggy, resting her chin on his shoulder, listening to his deep voice talking about what interesting things happened outside today. .

He was not like this originally, but he heard Qiao Yuan say that it was too boring at home a long time ago, but she usually did not want to move. When she went out, she would pay attention to everything, and she wished she could bring her eyes to see it with her.

It is hard to imagine that a man with a majestic appearance would talk about gossip like an ordinary woman.

Qiao Yuan turned over on the couch and suddenly raised the corners of her lips. She quickly realized it and pursed her lips.

The sun was shining brightly during the day, but when dinner was approaching, the weather suddenly began to change outside, there was thunder, and it was about to rain.

Mother Qiao came back with Brother Ting, and she could hear the excitement from afar. It seemed that she had picked a lot of fruits.

The voices of a large group of people were getting closer and closer. Brother Ting took the lead and ran in happily. Behind him, Mother Qiao and the maid were still cautiously shouting to slow down.

Qiao Yuan noticed the movement and opened her eyes, and saw her baby holding a small emerald green watermelon with her fair and tender face rosy.

"Mom, eat..." The watermelon was not big, but his two fat little hands were still too small compared to the watermelon. I don't know how a little kid could hold it back.

Qiao Yuan rubbed her son's head and felt that the touch felt good. She rubbed it again until his hair was messed up before taking back her hand.

He is cute and cute, with long eyelashes, skin as white and tender as his own mother, and his fluffy hair makes people want to bully him.

Cute human cubs are really healing, especially when she gave birth to them. Thinking of this, Qiao Yuan felt better.

Mother Qiao followed into the house. When she saw this scene, she couldn't help but smile, why was she still acting like a child.

The freshly picked melons and fruits are extremely fresh, with thin skin and thick flesh. They are washed with cold well water and put in small boxes with different colors and water droplets.

There are so many melons and fruits in the house that Mother Qiao can't eat them all if she lives alone on weekdays. Now that her daughter and grandson are back together, she must not work hard.

Qiao Yuan ate a piece of melon and couldn't help but say: "Mom, if you feel lonely living alone, you might as well find someone you like, so that this big house will not always be quiet."

Mother Qiao is only about forty years old. In addition, she is well-maintained and looks and has money. It will not be difficult for her to remarry or raise a young boy.

After hearing this, Mother Qiao said angrily: "I can't stop your mouth even if I eat it. Don't worry, I have my own plan."

She suddenly remembered something and took something out of her sleeve: "It fell off Brother Ting just now. I was afraid it would get dirty, so I put it away first."

It was a silver bracelet with the words "Peace and Good Luck" written on it, with a red thread wrapped around the end, and three small bells making a crisp sound.

Qiao Yuan stared at it for a while, then remembered that this was what the maid had said she had found among old things, and that Brother Ting actually wore it for fun again.

She didn't take it to heart, and was about to let the green sleeves be put away first, but the next moment she heard Mother Qiao's voice.

"It's something from so many years ago. It's hard to believe that you still have it with such a dishonorable temper."

Mother Qiao thought the bracelet was given to her grandson by her daughter. She looked at Qiao Yuan and found that she had a strange look on her face.

"Is this my bracelet?"

Mother Qiao said strangely: "Whose bracelet it is if it's not yours? I asked someone to make this bracelet for your birthday when you were six years old. Unfortunately, one bracelet fell off, so I put this one away."

She was still thinking about how the bracelet got into Qiao Yuan's hands, but she saw that her daughter looked wrong.

"Mom, do you still remember where you put this bracelet?"

Qiao Yuan had too many jewelry and had no memory of the bracelet she wore when she was a child, but Qiao's mother remembered it clearly.

Most parents always pay special attention to the things on their children. Even Qiao Yuan’s swaddling baby, Mother Qiao, kept it, not to mention the gifts specially given for her birthday. She simply took what she thought she wanted to take with her when she left Qiao’s house. I brought them all.

After thinking about it for a moment, she really remembered and ordered someone to go to the warehouse to get a sandalwood box.

The heartbeat in the chest involuntarily accelerated, and somehow, Qiao Yuan suddenly remembered the vague scene that flashed before when she fell into the water at her house.

Mother Qiao was confused: "But is there something different about this bracelet?"

Qiao Yuan remembered the speculation that had flashed before, but she thought it was too bizarre. How could such a coincidence happen in the world? When she heard Qi Cun said that she had never been to Suzhou, she didn't think much about it.

But now this premonition is getting stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)