Miss is not human

Chapter 1117 I Have Met This Aunt

Zhongli Xiangrui's daughter-in-law is also from the Weng family, a well-known family in the metaphysics world.

Weng never thought that there would be such a place in his home.

The high swollen abdomen is obviously a pregnant woman.

Zhongli's family has a difficult heir, if any woman from outside the family is pregnant, they will all be carried into the house, even if they are prostitutes outside, they will be given the status of a concubine.

In such a family, how could a pregnant woman be locked up in such a basement?

The twisted limbs, scratched face, and high belly all became Weng's nightmare at night.

That woman gave her an indescribably familiar feeling, but Weng could never remember where it was familiar.

In such a serious illness, Weng spent two months in bed, and after waking up, it was the death day of her mother-in-law.

Weng was curious about this mother-in-law whom he had never seen before. His father-in-law was very careful about her mother-in-law's memorial day every year, so he also attached great importance to it.

As in previous years, Weng brought his son.Go to the ancestral hall to worship the mother-in-law.

Zhongli Xiangrui had been sitting in the ancestral hall for a long time, and when he saw Mrs. Weng smiling, he said, "You are here! Put incense on your mother."

Weng and his son respectfully put incense sticks on Zhongli Feiyan, kowtowed before getting up.

Seeing the portrait hanging above, his face turned pale and his hands trembled.

She didn't pay attention at first.But today the portrait in the mourning hall has been replaced with a new one.

Looking at the portrait, her pupils constricted: "Father, why did the portrait of mother change?"

"The previous painting was too old. I repainted a portrait of your mother and hung it here. He will always be so fresh in my eyes."

Zhongli Xiangrui looked at the woman in the portrait with nostalgia. For so many years, he still couldn't recover from the grief of his wife's death. He even regretted why he went to retreat and didn't see Beili Feiyan for the last time.

Too sad, he ignored Weng's uncomfortable eyes.

However, Weng's son was beside him, and said in a childish voice, "Grandpa, I have seen this aunt."

"Kids, don't talk nonsense!" Weng couldn't help screaming, his voice was sharp and piercing.

The child was so frightened that he shrank and dared not speak. He didn't know why the mother suddenly yelled.

Zhongli Xiangrui didn't expect Weng's reaction to be so strong, he was stunned for a moment, and said displeasedly: "This is the mourning hall!"

After being reprimanded, Weng's face became even paler, staring at his son, his mind became dizzy for a while.

Weng couldn't imagine what would happen to Zhongli's house if what she thought was true.

A chilly goosebump crawled up his back.

"Ouch—" Weng couldn't help himself to vomit.

Now, any fool can see that something is wrong with the Weng family, let alone Zhongli Xiangrui is not a fool, he is the head of Zhongli's generation.

A bad premonition welled up in his heart, he forced a smile, and stood in front of his grandson: "My dear little treasure, tell grandpa, where did you see this aunt?"

Zhongli Xiangrui couldn't control the eagerness in his eyes, if it was true, then Zhongli Feiyan really didn't die!
The child looked at the pale mother, then looked at the nervous grandfather, and sniffed: "When I was playing with my mother that day, I entered a room, and there was this aunt in it. Although she was not as beautiful as this aunt, but They all have this stuff in the corner of their eyes that is the same as Xiaobao!"

Weng closed his eyes in despair, not daring to look at his father-in-law's expression.

(End of this chapter)