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Meng Xinyan cautiously licked her lips. "Lingling! I am... Aunt Meng!"

The coffin immediately came forward and held it. "I know, Mom, I miss you."

Meng Xinyan's eyes were even more rounded, and the tears of the beans gradually moistened their eyes and straightened straight down. "Ling, what have you just called me?"

"Mom, I'm sorry, I used to be ignorant and let you do a lot of work." Lingbi's heart was full of shackles, and she hugged her tighter.

The dim light on the side of the road pulled the shadows of the two men long.

"My son called me ‘mother’, and my nephew really called me ‘mother’, I didn’t get it wrong.” Since she married her cub, her cub has not called her “mother”.

Meng Xinyan was so excited that she forgot the purpose of her own search. She wanted to let people all over the world know that Lingshu called her "mother."

The heart of the coffin is sour, because she shouted her "mother", she can be so happy, the former self should hurt her heart!

Meng Xinyan suddenly remembered something and pushed her away. "Hey, Meng Auntie is dirty, don't dirty your clothes."

Hearing the words, the coffin once again hugged her. "You are my mother, I am not dirty, Mom, what happened at home?"

After her reminder, Meng Xinyan just remembered the right thing, "Hey! Let's go up and talk."

When I went up the stairs, Meng Xinyan was full of excitement, and her nephew finally called her "mother". She thought that she could not hear it in this life.

When the spirits stepped into the house, Meng Zimiao curled up on the ground and buried his face in his legs.

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Meng Zidi, who was still writing a homework at the dining table, saw the coming person and stood up in amazement. "Mom, Mom, how come she?"

Meng Xinyan’s face changed and she was angry. “Do you have any politeness? She is your ‘sister’.”

Menciedi opened his mouth in surprise and almost swallowed the mosquitoes.

When Meng Zimiao heard their words, he quickly raised his head and his face was covered with tears. He was sluggish, shy, and irritated. He yelled and shouted: "You roll, get out of here, not allowed to enter our house."

"Hey!" Meng Xinyan did not hesitate, leaving a palm print on her face.

Meng Zimiao immediately climbed to Meng Xinyan's leg. "Mom, I am wrong, it is my fault. Can you not ask her? I would rather die than her money, okay? Mom-"

"Meng Zimiao, it is not easy for me to raise you so much. Are you using ‘death’ to repay me?”

"Mom, what happened?"

Mencius Miao looked at the coffin with hatred, and that look was like the hatred of eight generations.

"You don't have a fake over there, remember what you said when you promised to get married? You said don't think that my mom got a penny, there is no relationship between you, and my mother will never appear in front of you, but Now? Lingbi, we are already miserable now, your goal of humiliating us has been reached, please don't hurt my mother anymore, okay?"

Listening to her saying this, Meng Xinyan’s heart stunned and tears came out again.

The coffin slowly turned and squatted. "Mom, I am sorry, I know it is useless now. I just want to ask you to give me a chance to make up. I used to hurt your heart. I apologize to you, sorry. ""

Meng Zimiao was shocked, she... How did she become like this? How could she give her a donkey? How can I apologize to them?