Chapter 114:

Jiang Xiaoman was a little nervous.
She wanted to wear a beautiful dress, puff sleeves, and tutu skirt today. She must look good and quiet.
Elders should mostly like children like this.
But there is a brick in her bag, what skirt is she still wearing? Doesn't match up.
Therefore, she came in a white casual suit. The T-shirt and trousers are concise and generous, tied with a high ponytail, and a little fluff is exposed on the forehead, which is pretty and full of vitality.
She tightened the strap of her schoolbag, and then stood in front of the door.
The system seemed to perceive her anxiety and talked to her to relieve her boredom.
"Host, are you nervous?"
"Somewhat."
Jiang Xiaoman's voice was tense. She lowered her eyes and whispered: "Is my mother a good person?"
The system did not speak because this question is difficult to answer.
According to the setting, the host's mother should not be considered a good person, because in the contest between the adopted daughter and the parent daughter, because of the protagonist's aura, the mother gradually favors the adopted daughter and feels that it is better to raise up.
But now, the system feels that the settings can be eaten.
After all, its host is still a vicious female partner.
But where is the host's viciousness?
Jiang Xiaoman heard it's weird silence, and didn't force it, "Then can you show me my mother's personality?"
"can."
[Wen Hui: Liang Siyu's adoptive mother, an exquisite egoist, indifferent and affectionate rich woman. Growing up in a honeypot from a small bubble, I don't know the suffering of the world. At first, the relationship between her and Liang Siyuan was not good. The loss of her biological daughter became her heart disease, and she was always thinking about finding her. Later, after her daughter was really found, she couldn't compare to her adopted daughter Liang Siyu everywhere. At banquets and at school, her own daughter always held back and discredited her face. Every time Liang Siyu saves the field, the adopted daughter is very good under the background of her own daughter. Wen Hui loves her adopted daughter more and more. Knowing that it is better to grow up, she decides to train Liang Siyu well and open her heart to her...]
Jiang Xiaoman finished reading and became silent.
She clenched her fist and had the urge to turn around and leave.
No matter what happens, grandma and uncle shouldn't want her because she is not good.
She will always be the baby of grandma and uncle. In the past, when she was not skinny, grandma could love her anymore. She didn't beat or scold her. Uncle bullied her and supported her. Grandma said that she is a little baby, a caring little padded jacket. Others bullying her will only help her fight back.
Now, she neither wants her father nor her mother.
Just when Jiang Xiaoman wanted to turn around and left, the person inside said, "Come in."
Interrupted her thoughts.
The system comforted: "The okay host, she is more ego, like capitalists."
"My uncle is not like that."
"Your uncle is different."
"It's all human, what's the difference?"
"Just...just..." The system almost wanted to cry, yeah, what is the difference between people and people? Only people and systems are different.
The system began to shut down.
Jiang Xiaoman hesitated for a while before walking in.
This villa occupies a large area, larger than the Jiang family's villa. It has lived for several generations and is exquisite everywhere.
Jiang Xiaoman only glanced at it for a while and then withdrew his gaze. There was no expression on his face, his small mouth was tightly pressed.
Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps, and a woman ran out of the door.
She has a lazy big wave and is proud of her maintenance. She seems to be only in her twenties. She is dressed in a properly tailored little fragrance and is very ironed. Although there is no makeup, but the complexion is white and the complexion is amazing.
The facial features and facial contours are similar to Jiang Xiaoman.
"Child!" Wen Hui ran out crying, reaching for a hug.
She was crying very pitifully, crying, mourning.
Jiang Xiaoman didn't know why, and he took a step back, feeling a little lumpy in his heart, perhaps because the information that he saw just now made her feel unhappy.
She only tightened the strap of her schoolbag, then looked at the woman in front of her who was her biological mother, and said suddenly, "Mom, can I call you mother?"
When a word came out, Wen Hui couldn't hold back the teardrops, and couldn't help but hug her and cry.
"Child, my poor child. Mom thought she would never see you again in this life, she missed you so much."
Jiang Xiaoman was a little at a loss, the tip of his nose was the smell of this woman, not unpleasant. On the contrary, it smells good and comfortable. She should be used to using perfume, even if she is facing the sky, she still has a sweet fragrance. But Jiang Xiaoman felt that his embrace was not warm enough.
She stood firmly to let Wen Hui hug, and squeezed her tears vigorously. She wanted to cry along, but found that she couldn't cry, so she gave up and patted her back to show her comfort.
When Wenhui finished crying, she wiped her tears and became embarrassed, "Is you scared?"
Jiang Xiaoman shook his head.
Wen Hui took her hand and led her into the house.
Old lady Wen was with her husband in the hospital. She didn't know that Jiang Xiaoman would come, and she couldn't come back for a while. Liang Yuanqing is still out of town, and he is rushing back. Liang Siyu is not at home, so at this moment, Wen Hui is the only one in Wen's family.
Tea and cakes were served, and the mother and daughter sat on the sofa and talked.
Wen Hui said: "You came suddenly and didn't have much preparation. When your father and grandparents and you...your sister comes back, we will have another family banquet. It will be lively and lively. Would you like to pick you up? What if you don't? Just say the habit, everyone in the family is looking forward to your return."
"Very well, just...I never did this at home." Jiang Xiaoman whispered with his eyes down.
Entertain relatives, as polite as guests. Too polite, I feel like she is just a neighbor's child.
Wen Hui thought she was saying that she had never enjoyed these pastries and refreshments before, and she felt even more guilty and distressed. She immediately said: "This is nothing but British black tea. The pastries are made by a home baker and eaten outside. No. If you like me—"
"No." Jiang Xiaoman put down the exquisite black tea cup and smiled faintly, "I can't get used to these."
"Well, I won't eat if I'm not used to it, I'll take you to learn slowly in the future."
After hearing this, Jiang Xiaoman tilted his head and asked her: "What does mother want me to learn?"
"Just... just some basic social etiquette. No one taught you before, but my mother will teach you well in the future." After Wen Hui finished speaking, she suddenly realized that this is not the atmosphere for confession. He looked a little cramped, he could only cover up his embarrassment and poured a cup of black tea for Jiang Xiaoman.
She found that she didn't seem to know how to get along with this child.
After all, I have lost fifteen years. Although every time I think of it, I always think that the child must love her when he finds it, but I found it and found that getting along with people is not so simple.
Wen Hui lost consciousness for a while.
At this time, Jiang Xiaoman whispered: "What if I don't want to learn?"
Don't want to learn? How can this be done?
Wen Hui couldn't see that the child didn't want to be enterprising and didn't want to learn. Originally, he wanted to lose his temper, but after another thought, this child was afraid that it was difficult before, and life was difficult. How could she ask her to know more?
Just get someone back.
Wen Hui smiled, "There are many things you didn't use before, but it doesn't mean you won't use them in the future. What you need to learn is still to learn, and my mother won't hurt you."
Jiang Xiaoman blinked, with a naive expression on his face, and another straight shot: "Will my mother despise me because I am not good enough?"
"Of course not." Wen Hui said: "How can a mother dislike her own child?"
Jiang Xiaoman nodded thoughtfully, and she put a hand on her schoolbag, drawing the shape of her head turning. After a while, she picked up her schoolbag and said politely: "Actually, I came today not to return to Wen's house, but to explain."
"What?" Wen Hui said sharply: "What silly thing are you saying?"
"I'm doing well now, and I will still live with them in the future, and I won't move here." Jiang Xiaoman thought of the adopted daughter Liang Siyu, a faint mockery appeared in her eyes, she remembered her kicking Xiangxiang It.
"How can this work? It can't be done!" Wen Hui's heart just calmed down suddenly became bloody, "What silly thing are you saying? How can your mother let you out? No matter how good the outside is, it can be better than smelling. Home is okay?"
"No matter how bad the outside is, I have had fifteen years." Jiang Xiaoman didn't want to fight with her, and his tone of voice was as calm as possible. "Well, to be honest, I'm not here to discuss with you, I'm here to inform you. I , Will not go back to Wenjia."
Wen Hui froze, her eyes widened and she didn't understand at all, why the daughter who was finally lost and regained was gone. She reached out to grab Jiang Xiaoman, but threw herself into the air.
"Xiao Man!" Wen Hui chased it out.
After catching up, Jiang Xiaoman didn't leave because someone blocked her way.
Mrs. Wen pushed Mr. Wen who was sitting in a wheelchair, and happened to block her way.
When Mr. Wen saw her, his face was full of tears, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Child, child... come here and let Grandpa take a look."
Jiang Xiaoman froze without moving.
She used to have a principle, that is, not to hit children. As her grandma got older, she had one more principle: not to blush to the elderly.
Jiang Xiaoman sighed helplessly, knelt down, called grandpa obediently, then looked up at the old lady Wen, called grandma.
Her grandfather was very excited and stroked her face with a pair of hands like dead wood. He is already very old, with as many wrinkles on his hands as his grandmother, and the same rough touch. Jiang Xiaoman hesitated for a while, did not push away.
"It's fine to come back, it's fine to come back..." He was trembling, and his hands were shaking.
Wen Hui cried and said, "Dad, please persuade her, this child is stunned, he has to go back alive and die, and is unwilling to stay. How is this done?"
The old man paused, his eyes were full of surprise.
He calmed down for a while, and asked Jiang Xiaoman: "Child, are you really going to leave?"
"I want to live with my grandma and uncle." Jiang Xiaoman's tone became softer.
"Then... if you take your grandma and uncle over and live together?" The old man cried miserably, "Grandpa wants to watch you every day. Your family will come over, and grandpa will take care of them."
Jiang Xiaoman blinked, a little surprised.
Is he actually willing to let grandma and uncle come over?
Looks much easier to talk than mom.
Jiang Xiaoman didn't want to yell at him, so he could only whisper: "Then I have to go back and discuss it with Uncle Grandma."
Jiang Xiaoman was only tactfully rejecting him, thinking of dragging the matter over. After all, grandma is definitely not used to living here, and she is also reluctant to let grandma live under someone else's roof, maybe it depends on the person's face. Uncle is even worse. He is busy alone, making money every day, how can he have time to cultivate relationships with others?
She is euphemistic, but others don't know. I thought she really meant it, and the old lady's complexion was a bit ugly.
"What's so great about this—"
"The child is right, how can we not discuss such a big matter with her family?" The old man interrupted his wife and said angrily: "That's how you do things? Although I am old and useless, I should do it. Things are clear in my heart!"
Mr. Wen has been in bed for many days. Today I heard that the child came back. It is rare to be energetic and the majesty of the past has returned. As soon as he spoke, no one would say anything, only to default.
Although there are two more strangers to live together, it must be a great trouble. This is not a matter of adding two more rooms at all.
Mr. Wen didn't force Jiang Xiaoman to stay here tonight, saying that she was not used to living, so she could go back first and discuss it with her family. Don't worry.
Jiang Xiaoman's affection for him is better.
He turned his head and walked out of the door of Wen's house. At this time, the system suddenly said: "Host, your grandpa's state is wrong."
"Yeah, I'm sick. People are like this when they grow old."
"But...in the setting, he lived seventy-eight years."
Jiang Xiaoman thought of the kind-looking old man just now, and couldn't help frowning, "Is he 78 today?"
"No, it's only sixty-five this year." The system was about to make an electric tone again, almost short-circuiting the chip. "However, according to the scan of this system, he is now in a state of desperation, and his life span is no more than two months."
"...!!!" Jiang Xiaoman was taken aback, and then asked the system: "Did you make an arithmetic error, or did you scan the problem, or did you...set the problem?"
"Host, something is wrong." The system jammed for a while before finally returning to normal.
At the same time, the system had been missing for a long time and gave Jiang Xiaoman a task.
[Special task: find a way to find out the situation of Mr. Wen, heal his body, and modify this setting
Mission reward: plot correction card]