Wan Wenyue was playing with a doll, but when she heard Wan Qiangwei crying, she quickly came over.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Wan Wenyue asked cautiously.
Wan Chaoyue was playing outside at this time. Compared with the original house, Prince Huo's mansion was much bigger.
Wan Qiangwei hugged Wan Wenyue and started sobbing.
"My good daughter, we are living under someone else's roof now, and life is hard!"
Wan Wenyue seemed to understand, wiped her tears, and asked anxiously what was wrong.
Wan Qiangwei wiped away her tears, "It's okay if the adults don't welcome us in this house, but a little girl is trying to push us away!"
Little girl?
Apart from Xiao Baozhu, there are no other little girls in this house.
Si Kongling rarely met them, so it must not be her.
So, it was Xiao Baozhu who bullied her mother? !
"That's too much!" Wan Wenyue said angrily.
Wan Qiangwei covered her mouth and cried even more sadly, "Don't say this, it will make us disliked!"
"Mom, our family is rich, can't we go back and live on our own?" Wan Wenyue said angrily.
"How can I live on my own?" Wan Qiangwei said, "Without your father, we will be bullied more. Don't you know?"
Wan Qiangwei said it as if they were miserable.
Not at all.
No matter what, Hua Yinfeng was also someone close to the Queen Mother.
Based on this alone, the people in their town did not dare to bully them.
But helplessly, Wan Qiangwei is being hypocritical.
As long as they don't deal with her, she will assume that others are "bullying" her orphans and widowed mothers.
Even one day when she went out shopping and met a rich lady wearing clothes of the same style and color as hers, she felt that she was being bullied.
In fact, there is no such thing.
In terms of hypocrisy, Wan Wenyue is really like Wan Qiangwei.
Wan Wenyue lowered his head and said nothing.
Wan Qiangwei finally cried softly, "Besides, our family also..."
"What?" Wan Wenyue asked curiously.
"Nothing." Wan Qiangwei closed her mouth this time.
She almost spilled the beans.
Wanjia doesn't have much money now.
Her short-lived dead husband left her a lot of money.
But I can't stand it, she just spends money but doesn't make money.
She didn't want to run the business left by her husband, so the family had almost no income.
Therefore, she now wants to find a reliable man to seek refuge with.
Huo Yingwei is the best candidate right now.
Wan Qiangwei twitched and said, "Wenyue, you and your brother have to keep up with each other. Mom is doing this for you two. Otherwise, how could you come here and bear the glare of others?"
She cried pitifully.
Wan Wenyue was angry when she heard this.
Although Wan Qiangwei didn't explain clearly how she got the blank stare.
However, she decided that Xiao Baozhu was her enemy.
Wan Wenyue feels that she must give her mother credit!
evening.
Little Baozhu was in the backyard, bent over with her little butt in the air, extremely busy.
She is growing her own flowers.
This Huahua seed was accidentally picked up when she went out to play.
This flower germinates very quickly. It can sprout in three days and grow a lot in five days.
Little Baozhu treated these flowers as treasures and cherished them very much. She watered them every day.
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly, a sentence popped up next to me.
Little Baozhu straightened up, and her soft face was pink from being busy, making her look particularly cute and lively.
"Sister Wenyue."
Little Baozhu greeted her obediently.
Wan Wenyue felt a little unhappy when she saw her.
You know, in the past, it was her Wan Wenyue who received praise.
She is so cute, beautiful, smart and sensible, they all praise her.
Especially her appearance is something she is proud of.
It can be seen that after seeing the little treasure, she was actually compared.
Although she was jealous, Wan Wenyue had to admit that Xiao Baozhu was indeed cute.
"I'm here to play with you, can't I?" Wan Wenyue raised her chin.
Little Baozhu scratched his head and said, "Okay."
In her simple little mind, anyone who plays with her is a good person.
Moreover, Mrs. Hua said that visitors are guests, and she should treat them better.
So Xiao Baozhu took out a piece of candy and handed it to her, "Sister, eat candy."
"This..." Wan Wenyue looked at it and covered her nose with a handkerchief, as if the candy had a strange smell. She smiled softly, "You should keep it for yourself."
Her movements looked extremely noble, as if she disliked the candy of Little Orb.
Xiaobaozhu was puzzled.
Is her candy dirty?
She looked at the sun carefully. It was shiny and not dirty.
"The candies I eat are not like this." Wan Wenyue raised her chin, "I only eat candies from big shops."
Oh, little Baozhu understands.
But……
"This candy was given by Aunt Qiangwei."
Wan Wenyue was stunned.
A thin layer of flush appeared on her face, "Who asked you this!"
Little Baozhu blinked blankly, didn't she mention it herself?
"I don't want to argue with you." Wan Wenyue's face tightened, "Let's play."
Just playing, Xiao Baozhu happily broke a branch for her, "Let's paint."
She would use branches as pens to draw the sun, stars, and puppies.
Even the most knowledgeable second brother praised her for her great painting!
Wan Wenyue looked at what Xiao Baozhu had drawn on the ground, with a mocking smile on her face.
"Is this what you know?"
Then, she wrote the words "Wan Wen Yue" on the ground and looked at the little orb with pride.
"I can write, can you?"
Xiao Baozhu let out a cry and looked at Wan Wenyue with admiration.
Wan Wenyue, however, insisted on this point, "You can't write?"
"No." Little Baozhu said truthfully, "Dad and the others said that I am not old enough to learn to write yet."
Wan Wenyue chuckled, "I think they are bluffing you. It must be because you are too stupid to learn, so no one is willing to teach you."
"That's not true!" Xiao Baozhu explained seriously, but Wan Wenyue had no intention of listening.
"Do you have a doll?"
"have."
Xiao Baozhu is a child with a big heart. As soon as the topic changes, she immediately doesn't care about what happened just now.
She took out her doll from under her straw quilt.
This is still the old lady Hua, who sewed it stitch by stitch.
"That's it?" Wan Wenyue laughed again, with contempt in his eyes, "My doll is much more precious than yours."
The doll she played with was made for her by the best embroiderer in the city.
Xiao Baozhu hugged her doll tightly, "My doll is also very precious."
This is grandma's wish, and it cannot be matched by any amount of money.
Little Baozhu cherished it very much, "What grandma makes is the best."
