Jiang Xiaoman was a little nervous.

Today she originally wanted to wear a beautiful skirt with puff sleeves and puffy skirt, and she must look very obedient and quiet.

Most elders should like such children.

But she had a brick stuffed into her bag, so what kind of skirt is she wearing?

Not matched.

Therefore, she came in a white casual outfit.

T-shirt and long trousers are simple and generous, tied with a high ponytail, and some fine fluff on the forehead, which is pretty and full of vitality.

She tightened the strap of her schoolbag and stood in front of the door.

The system seemed to notice her uneasiness and spoke with her to chat to relieve her boredom.

"Host, are you nervous?"

“Some.”

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 was difficult to answer.

According to the setting, the host's mother should not be a good person, because in the competition between the adopted daughter and the biological daughter, because of the protagonist's halo, the mother gradually tends to be adopted daughters, and she feels that it is better to raise a daughter than to be married.

But now, the system feels that the settings can be eaten.

After all, the host's setting is still a vicious female supporting role.

But how vicious is its host?

Jiang Xiaoman heard its strange silence and did not force it, "Then can you let me see my mother's character?"

"Can."

[Wen Hui: Liang Siyu's adoptive mother, an exquisite egoist, a cold and heartless rich woman.

Growing up in honey pots since childhood, I don’t know the sufferings of the world.

At first, her relationship with Liang Siyuan was not good, and the loss of her biological daughter became her heart disease. She was always thinking about finding her daughter.

Later, when my daughter was really found, she was not as good as her adopted daughter Liang Siyu. At banquets and at school, her daughter always held her back and smeared her face.

Every time Liang Siyu saves the scene. The adopted daughter is very outstanding against the backdrop of her own daughter. Wen Hui loves her adopted daughter more and more. She understands that it is better to raise her than to have a child. She decided to raise Liang Siyu well and open her heart to her...]

Jiang Xiaoman finished reading it and began to remain silent.

She clenched her fists, and there was an urge to turn around and leave.

No matter what happens, grandma and uncle should not want her because she is not outstanding.

She will always be a good baby to her grandmother and uncle.

When she was not naughty before, grandma loved her, and she didn't beat her or scold her, and her uncle bullied her and had to support her.

Grandma said that she is a little baby and a caring little cotton jacket.

If others bully her, they will only help her get back.

Now, she doesn't want her father or mother anymore.

Just as Jiang Xiaoman wanted to turn around and leave, the people inside said, "Come in."

It interrupted her thoughts.

The system comforted: "The host who is okay is just more self-centered, and capitalists are like this."

"My uncle is not like this."

"Your uncle is different."

"It's all human, what's the difference?"

"Just...just..." The system almost wanted to hold his head and cry. Yes, what is the difference between people?

Only people and systems are different.

The system begins to autism.

Jiang Xiaoman hesitated for a while, but walked in.

This villa covers a wide area and is larger than the villa of the Jiang family. It has lived in it for several generations and is exquisite and exquisite everywhere.

Jiang Xiaoman just took a look and then withdrew his gaze. He had no expression on his face, and his lips were pursed tightly.

Soon, a sound of footsteps sounded and a woman ran out of the door.

She was lazy and had a huge wave of laziness and was very well maintained. She looked only in her twenties, and she was well-tailored and very well-soft.

Although she didn't wear makeup, her complexion was fair and amazing.

The facial features and facial contours are 70% or 80% similar to Jiang Xiaoman.

"child!"

Wen Hui ran out crying and reached out to hug her.

She cried so pitifully, she was about to cry and was heartbroken.

Jiang Xiaoman took a step back for some reason, but she felt a little confused. Perhaps it was because the information she saw just now made her feel unhappy.

She just tightened the strap of her schoolbag, then looked at the woman in front of her who was nominally her biological mother, and said frankly: "Mom, can I call you mom?"

After a word came out, Wen Hui couldn't help but cry. Without saying anything, she hugged her and cried.

"Child, my poor child.

Mom thought she would never see you again in her life, and she missed you so much.”

Jiang Xiaoman was a little helpless, and the tip of his nose was full of the smell of this woman, and it didn't smell bad.

On the contrary, it smells very nice and comfortable. She should have the habit of using perfume, even if it is plain now, it still has a fragrant fragrance.

But Jiang Xiaoman felt that this embrace was not warm enough.

She stood still and asked Wen Hui to hug her, squeezed her tears hard, and wanted to cry with her, but found that she couldn't cry, so she gave up and could only pat her back to comfort her.

When Wen Hui finished crying, she wiped her tears and felt embarrassed, "Did you scare you?"

Jiang Xiaoman shook his head.

Wen Hui took her hand and took her into the house.

Old Mrs. Wen was accompanying her husband in the hospital. She didn't know that Jiang Xiaoman would come in advance, so she couldn't come back for a while.

Liang Yuanqing is still in another place and is rushing back.

Liang Siyu was not at home, so at this moment, Wen Hui was the only one in the Wen family.

After someone served tea and pastries, the mother and daughter sat on the sofa and talked.

Wen Hui said: "You suddenly had no preparations. Wait for your father, grandparents and you... your sister comes back, and we will hold another family dinner. It's lively. Can you please welcome you?

If you have any discomforts, tell me it out, and everyone in the family is looking forward to your return."

"Very good, just... I never would have done this at home."

Jiang Xiaoman lowered his eyes and whispered.

When entertaining relatives, I was so polite that I seemed to be a guest.

Too polite, I feel like she is just a kid from a neighbor's house.

Wen Hui thought she had never enjoyed these pastries and tea before, and felt even more guilty and distressed, and immediately said, "This is nothing, this is British black tea, the pastries are made by a home baker and can't be eaten outside.

If you like me,"

"No."

Jiang Xiaoman put down the exquisite and exquisite black tea cup and smiled lightly, "I can't get used to these."

"Okay, if you can't get used to it, I will not eat it. From now on, I will take you to learn slowly."

After hearing this, Jiang Xiaoman tilted his head and asked her: "What do mom want me to learn?"

“Just…just some basic social etiquette and so on.

No one taught you before, but mom will teach you well in the future.”

After Wen Hui finished speaking, she suddenly realized that this seemed not the atmosphere that she should have when she recognized her relatives. She lowered her eyes and seemed a little cramped, so she could only pour a cup of black tea for Jiang Xiaoman as she concealed her embarrassment.

She found that she didn't seem to know how to get along with this child.

After all, I have been lost for fifteen years. Although I always think about it and always think that if I find the child, I must love her well, but when I really find it, I find that getting along with people is not that simple.

Wen Hui lost her mind for a moment.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoman whispered: "What if I don't want to learn?"

Don't want to learn?

How can this be done?
To be continued...