MTL - Goodnight Kiss from My Rumored Husband-Chapter 1668 Bastard identity 3

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Chapter 1668 The identity of an illegitimate daughter (3)

"Red envelope, what about red envelope?"

Teacher Sun frowned and winked at Father Zhang.

Father Zhang was so busy that he took out two big red envelopes from the bag he had returned. "Here."

He passed the red envelope to Gu Nianjia with both hands.

Sun Lifen looked at Gu Nianjia with a kind look: "Jia Jia, this is your New Year's money from your uncle."

Although Grandpa will give New Year's money every year, but that's Grandpa, she's so grown up, and it's embarrassing to have New Year's money outside, she shook her head and refused, "What kind of New Year's money do I have when I'm so old?"

Teacher Sun frowned. "In front of your parents, you will always be children."

This sentence seemed to pierce into Gu Nianjia's most vulnerable place.

It is said that in front of parents, she will always be a child, but she has no father since she was a child, and she has never felt motherly love with a mother.

So she often sees this sentence, but this sentence has never been related to her.

Today finally ... finally someone said this to her. For a split second, she wanted to call Sun Lifen's mother in advance.

She looked up at Sun Lifen, and then at the red envelope in Zhang's father's hand.

First stretched out a hand, a little trembling, suddenly she thought of something, paused in the air, stretched out the other hand, reached out to receive the red envelope.

Then stood up and thanked Teacher Sun and Father Zhang for bending down.

Her eyes and the tip of her nose were a little sour, and they were slightly reddish, afraid of being seen. She sat down and ate immediately after sitting down.

This is the first time she has eaten such a lively New Year's Eve dinner.

Although I am very happy, I still regret that I still feel flawed. I still can't help but feel homesick and miss my mother.

After dinner, Mrs. Sun had to watch dumpling dumplings while watching Spring Festival Gala in the living room, and went to display fireworks at nine o'clock. Gu Nianjia helped roll out the dumpling skin for a while and was always absent-minded.

Zhang Jingyu saw that Gu Nianjia had a lot of thoughts, and he said lightly, "Go upstairs and read the book. I haven't read the book today."

When he said this, he immediately received the contempt and disapproval of the three sisters.

"I'm afraid Zhang Jingyu is the devil. This kind of New Year's Eve, the kindergarten is closed. Your university teacher is really wide and strict."

The third sister couldn't help voicing.

Teacher Sun's eyesight is not worse than Zhang Jingyu. She knows that Zhang Jingyu also sees that Gu Nianjia has a mind and wants her to go upstairs to quiet herself.

She pretended to reprimand Zhang Xiaosan, "This is a distressed daughter-in-law. I'm afraid she's tired, and you really have no EQ."

After listening to Mr. Sun's words, the second sister also smiled and interjected, "I know that it hurts my wife and my sister."

Pretend to be jealous.

As soon as the second child's voice fell, she received the dismissive gaze of Teacher Sun, "Single dogs are not worth being distressed."

Zhang Jingyu's sisters: "Did my mother."

Gu Nianjia was not polite to Teacher Sun either, she put down the work at hand and went upstairs.

She entered her room, immediately took out her mobile phone, opened Song Changwen's WeChat, and sent her a message: "Mom, Happy New Year."

After the news came out, she went to the bed and threw her cellphone on the bed, then she lay down on her back, lying flat on the bed with her feet still on the ground.

'Ding'

Suddenly a WeChat alert sounded on her mobile phone, and she turned to look at the screen, which was sent by Song Changwen.

She immediately picked it up to check the message, "Happy New Year."

Gu Nianjia blinked, thinking that she had read it wrong. In the past, she would send the same blessing. Even if the news was always sinking in the sea, she insisted on sending it.

Has become a habit.

(End of this chapter)