Chapter 214
"Even if Cheng Chao strikes at you, it's not like you don't know the strength of Cheng Yue's attack. Cheng Yue is a soldier, how could Cheng Chao beat him!" Wu Wenlan was also very excited, so excited that she couldn't even speak. After consideration.

Mi Jia leaned against the head of the bed, her chest heaving even more than before, but not because of thinking about the scene when Cheng Chao grabbed her at the gate of the community just now, but because of Wu Wenlan's words.

"I'll fly over right now, tell Cheng Yue to come back early in the evening, I have something to talk to you about." Wu Wenlan was about to hang up the phone while speaking.

Mi Jia was really a little angry, and asked into the phone, "Mom, is Cheng Yue still your son?"

Hearing this, Wu Wenlan fell silent on the other side of the phone, and then said after a while, "You, what do you mean!"

"I don't mean anything, I just want to remind you, mother, that you treat Cheng Chao as your son, but please don't forget that Cheng Yue is also your son. Sometimes it doesn't matter if you are biased or anything, but we can be so not partial." Is it obvious?!" Mi Jia knew that these words of hers might be a little out of place and out of character, but it wasn't a day or two to keep these words in her heart, she really felt that it was worthless to replace Cheng. Wronged, obviously his own mother didn't feel any maternal love, what did he do wrong, why should he be treated like this? !

Wu Wenlan on the other side of the phone was a little annoyed by what she said, and she didn't care about her temperament and image, and yelled at Mi Jia directly into the phone: "Mi Jia, do you know who you are talking to now, this is you Is there an attitude towards elders?!"

"If my words make you feel uncomfortable, I apologize, but please think about what I just said. Cheng Yue has never done anything wrong, but how much he has received from you over the years His care and attention, and how much he has been wronged because of Cheng Chao!" Mi Jia said, his tone suddenly became low, "No one can do that after his wife cheated on his brother, he was forced to stop. If you pursue it, you don't even have a normal way to vent your emotions, and you have forced him to be too wronged."

"I'm your mother-in-law, what right do you have to accuse me!" It seemed that she was really angry, Mi Jia could hear her panting on the phone through the phone.

"I am your daughter-in-law. When I am also your son's wife, I just feel unworthy for my husband." Mi Jia held the phone with a firm tone.

Wu Wenlan on the phone didn't speak for a long time. After a while, there was only a cold snort on the other side of the phone, and then there was only a beeping sound after the phone was hung up.

Mi Jia put the phone back on the bedside table beside her. Her chest was still heaving slightly. She couldn't understand, and couldn't understand at all. This was obviously her own son, so why did she treat the other one who wasn't her own? better?She really couldn't figure it out, and couldn't figure it out.

Because of Wu Wenlan's phone call, Mi Jia's original drowsiness disappeared all of a sudden, and he simply turned over and got up from the bed, suddenly remembered the sketch that he promised his aunt to draw for her, and went to the study room, where the easel was half drawn last time The painting has not been put away.

I don't know why this still life is always bad. It stands to reason that she is the best at this kind of still life, but she just doesn't feel it, and the painting is very weak.

Take off the paper on the drawing board, take another piece of paper and set it up, and draw on the paper with the pen.

Not long after, a faint outline appeared on the paper, but it wasn't the still life in front, but someone's face.

Looking at the drawing paper, I was stunned for a long time, with a faint smile on the corner of my mouth, I continued to draw with a pen, drawing his face, I didn't need to look at it at all, the image was already in my mind, it was clearer than standing in front of my eyes.

The cell phone in the next room was ringing non-stop. When Mi Jia heard the sound and went to answer it, the phone was hung up. She took the phone and looked at it. It was from my aunt. After thinking about it, Mi Jia took the phone and gave Wu Wenqing called back.

The phone rang twice before being picked up. Wu Wenqing still had that soft and gentle voice, "Is it Miya?"

"Well, it's me, auntie," Mitya replied.

"Mi Jia, did Cheng Chao look for you again?" Wu Wenqing asked on the phone.

"Yes." Mitya responded and asked, "Auntie, did she call you?"

"Well, it was a fight. I talked a lot, and people are almost tired of listening." Wu Wenqing said, his tone was not serious, and there was a bit of a smile in his voice.

"I know those words have been said, but they are what I want to say in my heart, and I couldn't hold back for a while." She didn't regret those words.

"There's nothing wrong. I should have told her these things a long time ago, but I just haven't said them." Wu Wenqing said on the other side of the phone, remembering the purpose of calling, and said, "Mi Jia, if you have nothing to do these days, come I'll stay here for a few days."

In the room, Mi Jia packed up her things and prepared to follow Wu Wenqing when she came over.

Grandma helped Mijia pack her things, put the clothes into the travel bag, and said, "Why do you suddenly want to ask you to live in the compound of the military region? You are pregnant now, and the army is so noisy. Can you Are you used to it?"

Mi Jia chuckled and said, "I've lived in all the dormitories in the Chengyue army, and I've been to the compound with Chengyue. The environment is pretty good."

"Why did his aunt suddenly think of asking you to go to her place?" Grandma was still a little puzzled.

In fact, the main reason for going to Wu Wenqing was because he worried that Cheng Chao would come to make trouble, and Cheng Yue was too busy during this period, it was just a coincidence that Cheng Yue came back at noon today, if it happened again, the consequences would be disastrous.So on the way back to the army, Cheng Yue discussed with Wu Wenqing, and finally decided to let Mi Jia temporarily live in the military compound.

But of course you can't tell grandma about these things, grandma is too old to be stimulated, and she doesn't want grandma to worry about herself, so she just said, "Cheng Yue is busy in the army recently, so he can't take care of running back and forth like this, and worry about me alone People can't sleep well, so let me go to live with my aunt for a while, and come back after I'm busy."

Hearing what she said, grandma nodded, but she gave Miya an ambiguous look, packed her clothes into the travel bag, and joked at her, "The young couple are really clingy, I didn't know who would say no Let’s live together, see if you can’t sleep if you don’t see each other for a day.”

"Grandma." Mijia blushed, pulling on grandma's clothes coquettishly and disobediently.

Wu Wenqing personally came to pick up Mi Jia, sat at home for a while, and chatted with grandma for a while before preparing to leave.

Before leaving, Mitya remembered the painting that was not finished before, and went to the study room to bring all the painters and pens with him.

When I arrived, the room had already been tidied up, with new sheets and quilt covers, and a bouquet of flowers was specially placed in the room. The sunlight came in from the window sill, shining on the bouquet on the desk, it seemed that even the air was filled with Light floral fragrance.

Wu Wenqing packed Mi Jia and Cheng Yue's luggage and put them in the closet in the room, and said with a light smile: "This is the room where A Yue used to live, and he used to come back for a few days every once in a while. I never came back, but now it’s all over, your family is here.”

Mi Jia turned her head, looked at Wu Wenqing, and said seriously, "Thank you, auntie."

(End of this chapter)

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