So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

After hearing Lu Zhenyang's words, Lu Anyi's eyes couldn't help sour again, tears couldn't stop flowing out, she hugged Lu Zhenyang, and kept sobbing.

Lu Zhenyang, who was hugged by Lu Anyi, suddenly said curiously, "Huh? Mom, your reaction is a little slow today."

Lu Anyi knew what Lu Zhenyang was referring to. He just said that he looked ugly crying and made him flustered. She knew that he, like his father, always loved to hurt her by turning corners.

Now she suddenly found that this is a kind of happiness, she hugged Lu Zhenyang and nodded vigorously, "Mom reacts slowly and is not as smart as Yangyang. From now on, Yangyang will hurt mother like this every day. Can you help mother exercise her intelligence?"

"Mom, you're not having any fun today." Lu Zhenyang suddenly said in a boring tone. [

"Ah...?" Lu Anyi let go of Lu Zhenyang when she heard the words, and looked at Lu Zhenyang with a puzzled face, tears were still on her face, her eyes were red and swollen, and she stopped the state of crying and sniffing her nose just now.

Lu Zhenyang pouted and looked at Lu Anyi's face, "Your reaction is not funny at all, go back and wash your face and dress up nicely."

After speaking, the little hand took Lu Anyi's trumpeter and walked to the ward.

When Lu Anyi heard that Lu Zhenyang asked her to go back to wash her face and dress up, she was very curious, "Ah? What are you doing?"

"Dad called you just now. I think it's Dad on the caller ID, so I answered it. He said he'll be here later." Lu Zhenyang said while holding Lu Anyi's hand like a little adult, looking at Lu Anyi's face from time to time.

Lu Anyi was a little excited when she heard Pei Yifeng come to tell the truth, but she deliberately pretended to be indifferent, raised her head and said, "He will come when he comes, why should I dress up?"

Lu Zhenyang stopped, pointed at Lu Anyi's face, and asked with a disgusted expression, "Aren't you afraid that your father will dislike you if you drag your nose into your mouth like this?"

Lu Anyi still had a high-profile appearance, expressing that she didn't care about Pei Yifeng's coming soon, "If he dislikes it, he should dislike it. Why should I please him?"

"I don't like this kind of woman the most." After Lu Zhenyang finished speaking, he made a face with Lu Anyi, then quickly let go of Lu Anyi's hand, and ran forward quickly.

Lu Anyi stayed on the spot, inhaled, and then blew down the head curtain vigorously, as if a little bit of snot was splashed during the blowing, she shouted loudly, "Lu Zhenyang!"

Lu Zhenyang had already run a long way, probably feeling that he had reached a safe place, he turned his head, looked at Lu Anyi with an innocent expression on purpose, and asked in his immature voice, "What are you doing?"

Lu Anyi clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and was about to teach Lu Zhenyang a lesson, but when she thought of Lu Zhenyang's precocious thinking and that heaven-defying IQ, she couldn't help being curious again, wondering what kind of woman this kid would like.

So she turned her face and showed a sweet smile, and walked into Lu Zhenyang step by step, "Then... what kind of woman do you like?"

Lu Zhenyang seemed to be very cautious about asking what kind of woman he likes. He tilted his head sideways and was in a state of thinking, probably planning the image of a goddess in his heart.

After thinking for a while, he finally said, "I like...uh...cleaner, fairer skin, grape-like eyes, and must be taller than my mother, but it's good if I have the same reaction as my mother."