Chapter five hundred and twentieth six big characters do not know one
Wang Ying muttered, picked up the water glass and blew gently, took a sip, then slowly got up and wanted to take a walk around the bedroom to see if there was anything he could do to help.
Wang Ying's words awakened the dreamer.
How could she forget about being pregnant?
Wang Lan's eyes instantly glanced at the bookshelf in the living room, wondering in her heart, how to let Wang Ying see the checklist?
Judging from Wang Ying's tone, she is also looking forward to Yang Lina having a baby.
If she saw that checklist, would Wang Ying faint from anger on the spot?
Wang Lan was lost in thought for a moment, staring blankly at the bookshelf.
Wang Ying walked around Yang Lina's bedroom and saw that her sheets and quilt covers were all clean and tidy, and the clothes on the hangers also exuded the faint fragrance of washing powder. Seeing that she had nothing to help, she went to the living room again.
She looked at Wang Lan, who was standing there staring at the bookshelf, and then looked over.
It was just an ordinary bookshelf with a lot of books on it, nothing interesting to read.
"Why are you still standing there stupidly? Go and tell them two quickly that I'm here and let them go home for lunch."
Wang Ying has an impatient temper and is deeply afraid that there will not be enough time in the day, but she must not do anything until it gets dark.
"Auntie, don't be in a hurry.
It's not far from their store, why don't I help Sister Yang wipe the dirt off the bookshelf first."
Wang Lan smiled, with a hint of calculation flashing in his eyes.
Wang Ying looked puzzled. The bookshelf looked very clean.
While she was confused, she raised her hand and touched the bookshelf uncertainly, and found that a thin layer of soil had indeed fallen on it.
She was about to open her mouth and say, "Why don't you go and inform the couple first, and she can come and clean here."
There is no more than a bookshelf on either side, and the feather duster gently brushes it, and the bookshelf becomes clean.
Unexpectedly, before Wang Ying opened her mouth to speak, Wang Lan picked up the feather duster and flicked it on the bookshelf.
As if she had a grudge against the book, she used too much force and the "Dream of Red Mansions" lying beside her fell to the ground with a snap.
The book made a dull sound and lay on the floor, with a corner of the note in the book exposed.
Wang Lan looked a little flustered, as if frightened, and her black and white eyes were suddenly filled with worry.
"Auntie, I...I didn't mean it, I just wanted to finish cleaning quickly and go find Sister Yang."
Wang Lan explained, but had no intention of picking up the book. She stared straight at the book lying quietly on the floor.
"You kid, why are you so rash when I see you this time?
Okay, isn't it just a book? It can't be broken.
I know you have good intentions, so stop doing it and let me do it."
Wang Ying had a kind face. After speaking, she bent down to pick up the book and stuffed the exposed note back into the book.
Wang Lan was a little impatient and finally let the book fall down. Why was the note stuffed back again?
She knew that if she missed this opportunity, it would be difficult for Wang Ying to see the contents of the note.
Wang Ying is Yang Lina's mother-in-law, and she doesn't believe that a mother-in-law can tolerate the fact that her daughter-in-law is not pregnant.
Although the check-up sheet states that it is difficult to conceive, Yang Lina has been married to Li Jingming for two years and has not even gotten pregnant.
Therefore, she can guarantee that Yang Lina will never become pregnant.
Even if Yang Lina is not pregnant, Wang Ying will not tolerate her.
There are three kinds of unfilial piety, the greatest of which is not having offspring.
She, Yang Lina, could not have children, but as a man, Li Jingming would not easily tolerate his lack of children.
Even if Li Jingming can tolerate it, Wang Ying probably can't tolerate it.
These days, no one laughs at a man marrying a second-married woman, but marrying an infertile woman is a big joke.
She knew that Wang Ying cared about her son's reputation.
Wang Lan knew more or less about Li Jingming.
Li Jingming is twenty-nine years old this year.
At the age of twenty-nine, the child should be able to follow behind and play a role.
Thinking of this, Wang Lan didn't want to watch the opportunity she had fought for disappear again, so she rushed over quickly, pretending to be nervous and wanted to take the book in Wang Ying's hand and check to see if it was broken.
"Auntie, I'm really sorry. It's all my fault for being clumsy.
You don't know, but Sister Yang likes this book.
Show me if there is any damage. If there is any damage, just stick it on before Sister Yang finds it and it will be fine."
Wang Lan looked apologetic and reached for the book in Wang Ying's hand.
Wang Ying felt that Wang Lan was right, so she handed the book in her hand to Wang Lan.
"Oops, there are bugs."
As soon as Wang Lan's fingers touched the book, she screamed and her hand slipped. The book fell on the soles of their feet again, and the checklist inside slowly flew and fell in response to the situation.
"Auntie, the book is really broken. You can see that the pages inside are flying out."
Wang Lan felt aggrieved and pointed at the checklist lying quietly on the floor with an innocent look on her face.
"Let me see if it can be glued together without affecting the content of the book."
Wang Ying muttered, picked up the note and glanced at it. The next second, his fingers tightened and his face changed slightly.
While Wang Lan pretended to wipe her tears with one hand, she looked at Wang Ying's facial expression from the corner of her eye.
I thought to myself, did the damn old woman see what was on the checklist?
Could it be that she is illiterate and cannot read?
If she was really illiterate, wouldn't everything Qi had just done be in vain?
Wang Lan couldn't see any change in Wang Ying's face, so she pretended to be flustered and asked: "Auntie, is this the content of the book?"
"I can't read a single Chinese character, so I can't tell if it is."
Wang Ying's facial expression was normal. She squatted on the ground and opened "Dream of Red Mansions" calmly and said with certainty: "Don't worry, your sister Yang won't blame you. This is not what's in it."
You see, the paper quality is different from the one in the book, even the font is different.
Huh? Aren’t you literate? See for yourself!”
Wang Ying said and put the book into Wang Lan's hand, but kept holding the checklist tightly in her hand.
"Auntie, show me the list in your hand."
Wang Lan looked serious, completely different from the aggrieved expression just now.
"I don't know what this is. It should be something in the book. You can take a look and put it back."
Wang Ying did not hesitate, handed the order in her hand to Wang Lan and said, "Look, I'm going to make chicken soup for my daughter."
As Wang Ying spoke, he glanced at the note in Wang Lan's hand and left Yang Lina's bedroom as if nothing had happened.
"Ah...Auntie..."
Before Wang Ying could take a step forward, Wang Lan subconsciously exclaimed and immediately covered her mouth with a look of horror on her face.
"What happened again?"
Wang Ying glanced at Wang Lan impatiently.
This sudden shock could even scare her into having a heart attack.
"Auntie, this checklist..."
Wang Lan reluctantly said a few words, then shook her head with an ignorant, confused and aggrieved face.