She swallowed hard, forcing herself to endure.
About ten minutes later, the chubby boy was still eating.
No wonder he has so much fat around his waist, he'll get fatter and fatter.
"Mom, the meat buns are so delicious, I want to eat them again next time," the chubby boy mumbled.
"Mom knows, but don't tell anyone else, okay? If you tell others, you'll have to give them some next time."
So this was still considered stealing food.
"Mom, I know, don't worry, I'm very smart," the rough male voice said proudly.
Bling thought to herself, "I really can't hear anything at all."
"Alright, go to school after you finish eating. Mom will wash the dishes and then go to work. It's all that brat's fault. She got sick at the worst possible time, otherwise Mom could have taken you to school." The harsh female voice gritted her teeth and cursed.
"Mom, I'm leaving," the man said.
"Go on, be careful on the road, and eat the cookies Mom brought you if you get hungry."
"knew."
Then, everything went dark before Bu Ling's eyes, and then brightened again.
She secretly opened one eye and looked at the figure washing dishes on the balcony, her expression somewhat complicated.
"That wretched girl, what a waste of money. Why doesn't she die? If she died, my Da Bao could have a room all to himself. What a slut. She can't die even after all that. She's just as despicable as her damned grandmother. They're both worthless."
The middle-aged woman kept her hands and mouth moving, hurling the most vulgar insults imaginable.
After this brief understanding, Bu Ling had to admit that the "dead girl" the woman was talking about seemed, probably, possibly, maybe, perhaps was her.
After washing the dishes, the woman walked to the bedside of Bling.
Bling kept his eyes tightly shut and dared not move.
The woman stared intently at Buling.
Before Bling could figure out what she was up to, she felt a sharp pain on her face.
Holy crap!!!
Is she sick?!
Does she want to die?!
The woman slapped him to vent her anger, then turned and left without looking back.
Hearing the door close, Bling's eyes snapped open, the small flames of anger in them practically burning to the top of her head.
She sat up, glaring angrily at the door, wanting to pierce through it with her gaze and kill the bastard outside.
Finally, her eyes ached from staring, and she reluctantly looked away.
Looking around at her surroundings again, she stood up and walked around the living room, observing carefully.
She glanced at it indifferently through the window and then looked away.
etc! !
Who is this?
When did she become so short?
Isn't that the face of the tragic little girl in her dream?
She finally realized something was wrong, and looked down at her patched-up clothes.
She reached out her hand again, but what appeared before her eyes was not her fair and delicate hand, but a pair of chicken claws, withered and dark, covered with scars.
She stared in disbelief at her hands, then moved closer to the window.
The image reflected inside was that of a gaunt little girl, exactly like the one in her dream.
Did she travel through time?
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