432: C432 The Atmosphere Is Bad

C432 The Atmosphere Is Bad

Xue Xue'er even stopped eating the dumplings in her mouth. She was quite surprised.

She, Second Uncle, had always felt cold and cold. He did not really like to talk. He usually spoke less, which meant that he could speak more during the two years she was born.

But every time, as long as he wanted to protect Wang Zhaodi, he could take the initiative to explain and even apologize this time.

Old Lady Xue herself was surprised. After all, this was her son. She had spent a lot of time with Second Xue compared to Xue Xue'er. How could she not know what kind of personality Second Xue had?

The more Second Xue was like this, the more annoyed Old Lady Xue was in her heart. "Apologize? Apologize?! She doesn't know how to apologize. The two of you, a person who doesn't even want a daughter. If it wasn't for my son, I would have reported you to the county!"

In this era, there was no rule that one could abandon their children. Even a girl could not do that.

If not for the fact that the big house did not have a child, they would have definitely done something inhumane.

The more Old Lady Xue said this, the more Second Xue could not raise his head. He knew that Wang Zhaodi was in the wrong, but he also knew that Wang Zhaodi was his wife. He also could not say that they were going to divorce just like that.

In the past, they might have been able to, but now that they had a child, it wouldn't be good for the child if they left her.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them was not good, Xue Xue'er carefully put down the plate in her hands and pulled Old Lady Xue's hand. "Milk ~ This is not related to Second Uncle. Don't be fierce to Second Uncle."

At least she remembered how good Second Xue was to her. Of course she had to speak up for her Second Uncle.

Looking at the soft and soft Xue'er, no matter how angry Old Lady Xue was, she could not be angry anymore. The space between her brows was gentle.

She slowly sighed and said, "Milk is not angry with you, Second Uncle. It is just that you, Second Aunt, are really too angry! If she moved away this time, I hope she will not move back."

Others might not understand but Old Lady Xue at least knew that Wang Zhaodi's character could be said to be 70 to 80% of Wang Chunhua's copy. Only a small portion of it was different. Most of it was still the same.

This point of catching the autumn wind was definitely a perfect match.

In the future, as long as she was lacking anything over there, she would definitely find the Xue family and cry again and again. This would not be able to withstand the ravaging.

Second Xue repeatedly promised Old Lady Xue, "Mother, after we move over, other than the usual time when I come to deliver something to you, I will not let Zhaodi come and disturb you!"

This promise was made with certainty, but Second Xue was just like his promise, a person who would definitely do it.

When Old Lady Xue heard this, she seemed to have calmed down a little. "You don't need to bring anything back for me. Just take care of your own days first!"

It was especially difficult to move out now, just like when she had just lost her husband. It was especially difficult.

Old Lady Xue was willing to understand her second son.

Indeed, Second Xue did not know what to say. After the mother and son chatted for a while, he continued to go in and pack his things.

When they had all moved out and did not come back at night, they could be considered to have completely separated. They only needed to wait for the village chief and Li Zheng to be free the day after tomorrow before they could notarize.

At night, Xue Xue'er was still cleaning up her small schoolbag in the house when Xue Xiaowan suddenly stuck her head out.

"Xue'er, are you done tidying up?"

Xue Xue'er looked at the pile of things on her bed and felt a little melancholy, "I have only collected a little but I am not in a hurry. I will be late tomorrow morning."

This was also when she confirmed the time to go to school. She began to tidy up unhurriedly. Old Lady Xue wanted to help her but also refused. After all, if her grandmother let it go, she might not know where to put it.

Qin Minli bought a lot for her again and even she herself was a little flustered.

To be honest, she had never used so many good literary tools in her previous life.

Xue Xiaowan's little face was red and looked like she just came back from outside and was a little nervous, "Xue'er, I... I don't know how to clean it up."

Her voice was especially soft, like a mosquito crying.2

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