MTL - My Youth Began With Him

The pudding got up and followed her mother upstairs.

"Change a home service, don't wear such a job, it's too tired."

Huo Mian entered the bedroom with her pudding. In her closet, she found out a set of slightly cute home clothes, emerald green.

The pudding obediently replaced the fishtail skirt and put on the home clothes.

Huo Mian carefully picked up the clothes that the pudding had replaced. "I will go to the laundry room first. I will give you in the closet after drying tomorrow."

"Thank you mom."

“Are you polite with me?”

After Huo Mian returned from the laundry room, the pudding was still in the bedroom, sitting on a casual sofa and playing with a mobile phone.

After the two girls were six years old, they had already lived separately, in order to cultivate their independence.

Nanshan Castle prepared their separate rooms in the same year.

The room where they lived turned into a room with a pot of Qin pot.

After Huo Mian came back again, she sat directly next to her daughter.

“Is it tired recently?”

"Fortunately." Pudding took the phone and looked at her mother.

"If you have a lot of pressure, just tell your dad, let him divide the work in your hand, your aunt, your aunt, and you, Uncle Yang, they can do..." Huo Mian always knows big The daughter is a workaholic, and her career is very heavy. She is afraid that she is too tired. After all, she is still young.

"Nothing, Mom, I can't eat it." Pudding also said that the clouds are light.

There is no emotional expression on her face. She is a child who has difficulty seeing emotions from her face.

This is a bit stronger than the parents.

Even if the heart turns over the river, the surface is calm.

Huo Mian sometimes feels that the pudding is like a young man.

But I don't want her to be too much like herself. After all, her stubborn personality is sometimes quite hurtful.

After a pause, Huo Mian lowered his head and did not continue to ask.

"Mom, what do you want to say, just say..."

Pudding saw that the mother had something to say, even if she had not spoken, she knew.

"Today, your little Auntie came... I talked to me alone, she said... I don’t know what happened to you and Yunchu at the beginning, so that he has not returned for several years... In the past few years, you also know that the Spring Festival They are all your little Auntie, their family went to the United States to see the beginning of the cloud, accompanied him over there... In fact, the things between you, our elders should not be questioned... But, Pudding... You Xiaowei, you Wei Uncles are very good friends. I don’t like each other at the beginning of the cloud. If you are a friend, don’t make it too stiff. We don’t want to see that result.”

Sure enough, the pudding knew that even the mother was not willing to speak, and it was not a good thing.

Wei Yunchu’s affairs, few people dare to premise in the pudding.

When Wei Yunchu went abroad, the pudding had a fever and woke up. Qin Chu would not allow anyone to say this.

Now that years have passed, it seems that everything is so calm...

Today, Xiao Wei came, her eyes were red, and she said that she hoped that Pudding and Yunchu could lift the misunderstanding.

Even if you don't like each other, don't be a lover, be a friend, and go on the face.

Wei Yunchu promised that there was a gap in his heart, otherwise he would not return to China for a few years.

Bo Yuan occasionally contacted Wei Yunchu and called.

Pudding faintly from the mouth of the peas, listening to Bo Yuan said that Wei Yunchu changed a bit, and he did not like to talk and express himself more than before.

Although the pudding heard it, it was uncomfortable, but he did not know what to do.

Now that her mother has revived her old things, her mood is naturally complicated...

"Mom... between me and Wei Yunchu...not what you think, neither of us has become an enemy... Maybe it’s just inappropriate... Now if he returns home, I will treat him like a normal friend, you Rest assured, I will not ignore the face of Aunt Wei."

"You are with the beginning of the cloud, is it sweet?" Huo Mian could not help but ask.