Reborn in the 1980s, remarried and followed a soldier, the ungrateful wretch cried with regret.

Chapter 935

"Honey, don't be angry."

Qin Wenhuo didn't expect that Song Yan's son would call his wife "Mom" right away.

In his view, Song Yan's son was raised by that mother.

However, he also forgot that Song Yan actually lived next door to Liang Xia.

Fu Mingxue said calmly, "Why would I be angry? They're just clowns; they won't affect my mood."

"That's good." Qin Wenhuo breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that his wife really didn't care.

Fu Mingxue looked at Qin Wenhuo, "What do you think about what just happened?"

She wanted to ask Qin Wenhuo what he thought about the past life that Song Yu had mentioned.

Qin Wenhuo didn't really understand the question Fu Mingxue wanted to ask, and simply said, "It was Bai Siqi who instigated it, just to annoy you. Don't take it to heart, wife."

Fu Mingxue: ...?
Forget it, she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

After all, it's really hard for ordinary people to understand things like rebirth or retaining memories of a past life.

In particular, Qin Wenhuo was a materialist.

Of course, she never intended to reveal such absurd things from her past life.

She felt as if her thoughts in her past life were controlled by something invisible—otherwise, how could she have been so stupid?

Thinking about her past life made her feel nauseous and she didn't want to recall it at all.

To be honest, if she hadn't seen Song Yu today, she wouldn't have remembered those things from her past life for a long time; it was as if her memories were slowly fading away.

The car arrived home.

As soon as Fu Mingxue got out of the car, she saw her little daughter running out to greet her.

"Mom, Mom, I miss you so much."

Looking at the chubby, bright smiling face, Fu Mingxue's heart melted once again.

He reached out and picked up the little one, kissing his rosy cheeks.

"Mom misses you very much too."

She carried the child into the yard.

The other two children also gathered around.

"Mother."

Seeing them made Fu Mingxue even happier. "Hey, have you all done your homework?" As for that ingrate from the Song family—go away and cool off somewhere else!
"Mom, I've written it."

Qin Hao will be going to the third year of junior high school next semester.

Therefore, his study load is heavier.

He studies very conscientiously every day.

Of course, he has his own study plan.

"Mom, my sister wrote too, and I supervised her. We even drew together."

“I also drew one. I drew my family. There’s my dad, mom, grandma, older brother, older sister and me.”

In Fu Zhenbao's heart—they lived together, and that was the real family.

So, I didn't draw my grandparents either.

Of course, there's another big reason—that there wasn't enough room to draw.

The white paper is a bit small.

Next time, when the paper is bigger, I'll draw Grandpa and Grandma too.

Fu Mingxue was pleasantly surprised, "Really? Then I'll show it to Mom in a bit."

Fu Zhenbao nodded quickly, "Mom, put me down, I'll go get the painting to show you."

Fu Mingxue put her down.

Once freed, Fu Zhenbao quickly ran back into the house, then took the painting and ran back to Fu Mingxue.

She held up the painting, "Mom, look!"

Fu Mingxue took the painting and looked at it.

"Wow, my Zhenbao is so amazing! This drawing is fantastic!"

As expected, her child is very talented.

Fu Zhenbao was especially happy to receive the praise.

Her chubby little face turned red with excitement.

"Mom, I want to draw a separate picture of you next time."

(End of this chapter)