Chapter 117 The Ghost Dad who protects his daughter (2)

After a while, a sound came from outside.

"Lele, did you fall down? Do you need your mother to go in?"

Outside, there was the voice of her mother Yang Mei'e, with the gentleness and even a hint of concern in the past, but she couldn't help Zhang Yule's heart in the bathroom at this time.

Zhang Yule's back was close to the wall, regardless of the coldness brought by the wall, as if this wall could give her a sense of security.

Her feet were stiff in place, but her body couldn't help trembling, and her heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of her throat.

Her eyes were stunned, and the scenes that appeared in front of her were the black eyes just now.

She read that right, those eyes were the eyes of her stepfather Qian Qiangping.

With peeping, she was turbid and disgusting. With more than half a year after moving into this house, she met those eyes countless times.

She always felt cold on her back and her hair stood up.

At this time, Zhang Yule also realized a fact.

Her stepfather was peeking at her outside, just as she was about to take a shower.

This is so scary!

Zhang Yule couldn't imagine what kind of psychology it was forcibly to settle money.

"Lele, if it's okay, my mother will go to the kitchen to cook."

Listening to the mother outside the door being about to leave, Zhang Yule suddenly came to his senses, staggered forward a few steps, and opened the door suddenly.

"mom."

The door was opened, outside the bathroom, and was wearing an apron.

A woman in her fifties is petite. Although she is old, she has no wrinkles on her face. She looks like she is only in her forties, with black hair and tied with a clip. Her face and facial features are pretty.

It can be said that a large part of Zhang Yule's good appearance inherited the genes of this mother.

But Zhang Yule is more beautiful than her mother Yang Mei'e when she was younger because she also inherited the advantages of her father Zhang Yuanxiao's facial features.

At this time, Zhang Yule looked flustered and looked at the room behind her mother, but she didn't see anyone else.

She suddenly pulled her mother into the bathroom and closed the door.

The already cramped space seems even narrower.

"Lele, what's wrong with you? Why did you pull your mother into the bathroom? Mom still has to go back to cook."

The woman's voice was still gentle, but she had a hint of accusation.

"Okay, if nothing happens, mom will..."

"Mom, uncle, uncle is just here, peeking at me, peeking at me taking a bath!" Seeing that his mother was about to leave, Zhang Yule gritted his teeth and told the matter out.

There was fear and panic in her eyes, and there was still a vague request for help.

Dad died, and in this strange family, her only relative was her mother.

When children encounter difficulties and dangers, they are always used to asking for help from adults, especially their parents. Now, the only person Zhang Yule can ask for help is his mother.

Almost the moment Zhang Yule finished saying this, the narrow space fell into silence.

Yang Mei'e was stunned for several seconds, her eyes that were almost exactly the same as Zhang Yule blinked quickly, and after several seconds, she stopped and looked at Zhang Yule. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't seem to know how to express it.

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After a while, a smile seemed to be ripped out of the corner of her lips, slightly pale.

Her voice was still gentle, as if there was not much turbulence.

She said, "Lele, what are you talking nonsense? Even if you don't want to recognize Uncle Qian as your father, how can you say that to you Uncle Qian? Your Uncle Qian is so kind to you."

Zhang Yule stared at her mother who was defending her stepfather in front of her, and was a little confused for a moment.

But the fear that got up in her heart still made her want to convince her mother.

"Mom, what I said is true. I just saw it. Just outside the window, he, he had bad intentions, and Qian Jie, he always touched me..."

Qian Qiangping, her stepfather, Qian Jie, and her stepbrother.

In the past six months, many similar things have happened.

The two of them always looked at her from time to time with disgusting eyes. Qian Jie always made various excuses to approach her, but he always touched her, touched her, and several times his hands touched Zhang Yule's thighs.

So much so that Zhang Yule never dared to wear a skirt again, even if the skirt was up to the knees.

So even in the hot summer, she still wore long trousers. If she hadn't been able to do anything, she would have even wanted to wear long sleeves.

Many times, Zhang Yule also told his mother, but what did her mother say?

"Lele, stop making trouble. Even if you don't like your Uncle Qian and Brother Qian Jie, don't say such insults."

"You are just too sensitive. They just care about you. How can you think of people so dirty?"

"Lele, your brother was just accidentally, so don't be so stingy."

"Lele, it's not easy for mother to take you to live in this home. We are just two weak women. Without the protection of your uncle and brother, we may have fallen into the streets."

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"Okay, Lele, stop making trouble. Mom still has to go to cook. You can take a shower and come out." Similar words rang in your ears again.

Zhang Yule's heart chills again, as if she suddenly fell into a cold pond in winter, and the bone-bone chill wrapped her around her.

She stared at the mother in front of her. Her voice was still gentle, but she didn't believe in her every word. Her hands stroked her slightly raised belly, but she never touched her daughter again.

"Mom, don't you believe me?" she asked.

After saying that, she saw her mother's head turned and her flickering eyes.

Suddenly, she realized something.

Mom, she knew that she knew Qian Qiangping and Qian Jie’s disgusting thoughts. She made a defense on the surface, but she agreed in her heart.

She didn't stop it!

Zhang Yule's eyes widened, his eyes full of incredible and indescribable grief, and his heart seemed to be dug up by a knife at this time, and the knife-holder was her biological mother.

Mom knows what consequences will be if the father and son continue?

Does mom know what would it cause to her if she continues like this?

Zhang Yule wanted to ask, but she didn't ask any questions.

Because she knew, her mother knew.

Mom is smart. If she is not smart, she can't get compensation at the first time when her father had a car accident. She also avoided the entanglement of relatives and received all the compensation. Then she took her to choose a foreign land.

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But I really knew that my mother was smart, and Zhang Yule was even colder at this time.

Because at this moment, she clearly realized that her mother might not love her that much.

My mother's love for her is not as good as herself, her belly and Qian Qiangping's children, and even Qian Qiangping, who has only been married for more than half a year, and her stepson Qian Jie.

"Okay, if it's okay, mom will go out. You should take a shower and come out for dinner as well." After that, Yang Mei'e turned around and left.

Zhang Yule stood there, just looking at her mother's back without hesitation.
Chapter completed!