MTL - If You Are a Dodder Flower-Chapter 4 The book is broken

In the annex, there is a woman with a serious face and nearly half a hundred years old who is already waiting for Xia Rou.

"Sister Fang, this is Xia Rou, I will live here here. You look after her more." Lao Zhou gave Xiarou to her.

He also said to Xia Rou: "Sister Fang has been in Cao for many years. She is taking care of her family. You have something to look for."

It was in Cao's family for many years, so that in this home without a mistress, this housekeeping aunt, who is a family member, seems to be a mistress.

Xia Rou put all these thoughts in my heart. After living for ten years and being born again, it is stupid like her, and how much has grown.

She lowered her eyes and screamed softly: "Fang."

The woman was serious and she replied: "Miss Xia."

When Lao Zhou left, Fang Hao took Xia Ro to her room and looked at the suitcases that had been sent to the room. He said, "It’s fine to pack out the clothes for the season. It can be done in half a month, and it is more convenient to move to the other side and unpack it.

Xia Rou nodded: "Okay."

Seeing that the little girl who was going to be under the fence didn't give her the lady's money, Fang's expression was softer. Looking at her black dress, she asked: "Your mother's first seven has passed?"

"No." Xiarou replied, "It is today..."

In fact, it is also a bitter child. Fang Zhen thought about it, or whispered to her: "When you have passed today, don't wear black anymore. In the end, this is someone else's home, not very good."

Black is mourning, Xia Rou wears, in fact, mourning.

Xia Luo looked at Fang Hao, and there was a moment of embarrassment.

Because she died because of her mother's death, she was really unfit to wear mourning clothes and bring her anger to other people's homes. Judging from her current life experience and her understanding of the world, Fang Zhen’s reminder is really good.

She stunned and reacted and nodded. "Okay."

After a pause, hesitated, or whispered: "Thank you..."

Fang Wei saw that she was a child who could listen to her advice, and her expression was not so serious. Although she did not like her identity, she also sympathized with her as an orphan. She looked at her eyes and was very kind.

"Cleaning your face," she said, pointing her finger at her own eyes. "Don't use hot water, it will swell. Use cool water to get rid of it."

Until she left the room of Xiarou, Xiarou was still feeling red eyes.

What's going on?

She is able to feel the goodwill released by Fang Fang, but ... this is quite a deviation from her memory. In the memory, this woman smiled and smiled when she faced the four brothers of Cao. When she faced her, she stretched her face like a mother.

The deviation between reality and memory makes Xiarou feel confused.

She shook her head, opened a suitcase, took out the season's clothes, and hanged one by one into the closet. The clothes that are bright red, green and green are all in the other boxes. They are all wearing plain clothes.

When she hangs a black dress, a certain point in memory is suddenly touched!

Yes, ten years before the last world, Fang Hao also gave her such advice, and advised her not to wear mourning clothes in Cao.

And what about her? Did she listen?

No, no!

At the age of fifteen, she still can't understand the beauty of this. She is angry and angry. Her mother passed away. Why can't she mourn for her?

Not only did she not listen, she insisted on wearing all kinds of black clothes in the next few months. What's even more ridiculous is that she was so righteous at the time!

Xia Rou looked at the black skirt and opened her mouth slightly. I couldn’t imagine how Cao’s family viewed her at that time!

How old is she at the age of fifteen?

But... In memory, Cao’s family... didn’t say anything to her... The only thing that gave her a look was Fang Fang. So, because of this, Fang Fang has always been very cold to her?

This is something that Xiarou never thought before. She used to think that because she was a mistress's child, Fang Wei only despised her in her heart. What she said, the advice given to her was a harsh and unreasonable request.

Xia Rou sat on the edge of the bed, his hands covering his face, and there was a sense of powerlessness.

Big family, many members, and many things. Those things... you can't cope. Big brother Cao Yang sat at his desk and said to her.

She still remembers the brow that he was locked at that time.

She sat opposite him, her face burning, feeling that she was denied. She couldn’t tell the sadness in her heart, so she insisted on her own opinion and insisted on her own way.

How helpless my brother was at that time...

He leaned on the desk and smoked for a long time, and fixedly looked at her. She didn't dare to look at him, but she bit her head and refused to change her mouth. Finally, he smothered the smoke in the ashtray and sighed long.

Forget it, you have to think about it, then that's it. He reached out and rubbed her head and whispered... There is a big brother who can always protect you...

As a result, she died in a place he couldn’t see for a while!

She proved her death, and his evaluation of her is correct. Those people, those things, she can't cope!

Now, she is born again to the age of fifteen, who died a long time, and then re-experienced the things she had experienced before, but only on the third day, she just entered the Cao family, but she just came into contact with Cao’s Personally! It has already been discovered that the original thing was not what she remembered.

Don't say that other people and things in other families are in the Cao family. It turns out that she has never really cleared it.

She smiled bitterly.

Once again, I have a new understanding of myself.

Look at your face, let go of yourself and look at the room. It is exactly the same as her memory. Of course, there is no luxury in the main building, but it is also a neat, clean room.

Because the fourth brother is going back to China, at his request, the main building is renovating his study. Before he finished, he caught up with Cheng Yu’s death and Cao Xiong decided to take her in. So I completely reorganized the room on the other side of the second floor and gave her the bedroom. Before she finished, arrange her to live in the annex for a while.

Now think about how reasonable these things are.

Why was she so angry at the time? Why do you feel that you have been despised and despised? Is it because the aunts, cleaning, drivers and chefs live in the building?

She felt that she was allowed to live in the annex because they looked down on the child she was a mistress.

With this grievance, she refused to listen to Fang's opinion and stood up with her... This is not pleasing, but she always feels that others are wrong, and others are despising her.

After a death, I will re-examine these and discover that... it is her own that she really despised her.

Her inferiority has always afflicted her, and she has not let her go.

On both sides of self-esteem, it is excessive self-esteem. For example, with Fang Wei, such as not willing to listen to the big brother, insist on getting engaged...

She was bent on raising her head in front of the Cao family, living a personal appearance, living a decent, but ... always wolf.

At that time, I was blaming everyone, but now I think about it, I can’t blame others.

If she does not insist on it, she will not do it. The temperament of her brother and her arrangement will surely make her live a lifelong life.

But his words, why did she not be willing to listen to it?

Xiarou himself... I don’t understand...

She washed her face with cold water and applied a cold towel to her eyes.

Looking up, there was a slightly pale face in the mirror. The chin is pointed and the eyebrows are faint. When you don't laugh, it seems to have a coldness that refuses to be thousands of miles away.

This is fifteen years old.

Xiarou subconsciously touched his face...

Why are you born again? How can she have a chance to come back again?

There are only two people in Caoyang and Xiarou for dinner.

When Xia Rou went to the restaurant, Cao Yang was already waiting for her there.

"I still want to have a meal at night to get you the wind, and the results are temporary." Cao Yang said.

There is not much apology. For them, give her the wind, is to give her face. She did not give her the wind, she was blameless.

Xia Rou thought, in fact, it is really like this.

She is not a princess, she is just an orphan who is under the fence and is favored by others. Any business or entertainment of Cao men is more important than her. They have something, and they don’t want to come back for her. It’s normal. It does not mean that she is despised by her.

She can't understand why she used to care about the little things. Resentful, the next day in the name of "uncomfortable", did not come to eat breakfast.

The restaurant is very quiet.

Cao Yang took a mouthful of food and looked up at the girl.

Very nice, very quiet girl. If it is always so quiet, it is best.

Give her food, dress her, and give her a house for her to go to school. It seems that raising her is not too much trouble.

Up to now, he is very satisfied with the performance of Xia Rou.

After dinner, Xia Luo put down the chopsticks and asked, "I want to wait for Cao Bobo?"

She has been immersed in Cao for ten years and is used to being as straight as her back.

Cao Yang looked at her sitting position and was particularly pleasing to the eye. He glanced at the wall clock on the wall: "No, you should go to rest first."

"That..." Xia Rou hesitated. She recalled the rudeness of her previous life, and she did not want to repeat her stupidity and ignorance. She felt that since there was a chance to return again, she wanted to overthrow the things that had not been done before.

Cao Yangxi’s gift, her eyebrows are softened a lot: “It’s the same tomorrow.”

Xiarou’s dark eyes watched him for a while, and he was very obedient, “Well,” said: “Then I will go back first.”

"Go." Cao Yang beheaded.

Watching the girl's slender figure leave, he regained his gaze and licked his chin.

There is a girl at home, it feels really different. She is very different from the women he knows, neither flattering nor petty. It is also different from the boys in the army. The words are soft and whispered.

It is very comfortable to listen to.

It’s just the black eyes, he thinks, always makes people feel something hidden, not a 15-year-old girl.

A bit strange.