Chapter 109: Words of Lafayette

No work day on Saturday, Shui'anluo plans to sleep until noon, and at night has the energy to face everything that is about to happen.
It is a pity that the imagination is beautiful and the reality is cruel. Her son, who had just woke up and woke up again, was choked by Chu Muyi before she closed her eyes. Her name is: buy a dress!
Shui Anluo sat up, regardless of his messy hair, his eyes didn't open, but he lay down again after sitting up: "I'm going to go without a dress." Let everyone see, his ink cloud daughter What life is going on now.
"One, two ..."
"It's up, can I get up yet?" Shui Anluo yelled, got up again and looked at the person in the wheelchair next to the bed, and scratched her hair. How many times my son woke up, it was so easy that he fell asleep, but some people still didn't let themselves sleep.
"It's ugly." Chu Muyi fluttered out and turned away from the wheelchair.
Shui Anluo drew a little from the corner of her mouth. She wanted to say, "Don't look at it. I beg you to see it?"
Shui Anluo got out of bed to wash. She decided to throw his son to him tonight. Even the job of changing diapers was thrown to him. If you can't do this job, just come by yourself.
Chu Cuiyi took Shui Anluo to Chu's clothing city. Shui Anluo is no stranger to this place. Every year before, she would come here to buy clothes.
But coming here again, Shui Anluo lacked interest, and even had no motivation to choose clothes.
"Shui Anluo, who said to dress up?" Chu Cuiyi sat on the wheel with a bit of contempt, contempt for her timidity, and contempt for her shrinking turtle approach.
"Oh, but ..." Shui Anluo said, holding the hanger. "Can I change my mind?"
"This one is not bad. You might as well try this one."
When Suan Anluo was tangled, the round voice sounded again, causing Suan Anluo to look back.
Shui Anluo is a simple and cheap sportswear, while Shui Anjiao is a fiery red skirt, holding the latest Chanel bag in his hand, the whole person is proud like a peacock.
"Oh, who do I think it is, isn't this the fake lady in the Shuijia?" Yuan Yuanyu said.
Shui Anjiao probably felt tenderer because of seeing Chu Niyi, "Yuanyuan, don't say that, it's all my sister, Nizi Yi, what a coincidence."
Chu Cuiyi put her hands on her chest and looked up at the person who came over.
Shui Anluo stopped in front of Shui Anjiao before she passed. Shui Anjiao's face changed slightly, but she tried to keep herself smiling.
"Luo Luo, what are you doing?" Shui Anjiao said without smiling.
"Miss Shui, I'm sorry, the fragrance on your body is too heavy. This Chu always comes home and hugs my son. If you smell this fragrance on him, my son will be sick." Lord Buddha was right. In the face of such a woman, she can't be anxious or irritable, she must be beaten three inches with a smile.
And she always listened to her family's Lafayette.
Sure enough, mentioning his son again, the calmness on Shui Anjiao's face was finally no longer calm.
"Muddy Wing, look at her, beware of her, even though she is my sister, but ..."
"Who is the liar Miss Water? It's not clear yet?" Chu Cuiyi suddenly interrupted her words, with a bit of coldness in her voice.