Chapter 579

Mrs. LAN nodded, but she still stood still, as if she had been enchanted.

Later, she took a bath for nearly two hours in a row, and then soaked in the bathtub for another two hours until her skin seemed a little transparent.

Not to mention that, she insisted that the housekeeper wash all the clothes she had worn that day, from head to toe, from the inside out, and then throw them away.

The housekeeper clearly remembered her look when she said, "I don't want to see them again in my life." she was clearly saying, "I don't want to see Li Qingning in my life."

Li Qingning seems to have no idea of the heinous crimes she has committed. In other words, she subconsciously tells herself to pretend she doesn't know. In short, her reaction has always been very normal.

It was not until the evening that she struggled to get up from the bed, but her eyes were still closed, her brows were frowning tightly, and her hands were drawing circles on her temples, which slightly relieved her headache.

Xiaohong, who has been taking care of her all the time, came to her side after seeing her sit up. With a worried look on her face, she handed a cup of warm honey water into her hand and said, "madam, honey hydrolyzed wine, you will be better after drinking it."

Li Qingning took the glass and drank it down. Then he continued rubbing his temple. His eyes turned out of the window and asked softly, "what time is it now?"

"It's half past six in the afternoon. My husband hasn't come back yet. Please have a rest. I'll call you for dinner when my husband comes back." Xiao Hong took a deep breath and looked at her calm expression. She was afraid that she had forgotten what had just happened in the hall, so she thought not to say it for the time being, so as not to let her temple explode directly.

Li Qingning nodded to her with a smile, then pulled the quilt aside and lay down again.

She remembers that she was clearly in he Jiawen's apartment. How could she open her eyes again and lie in her bedroom?

What happened in the middle? She tossed and turned in bed, finally evoking a vague memory. I remember he Jiawen poured a full glass of wine for her. In order to let him tell himself the truth, he didn't care much, so he drank that glass of wine to the bottom, and then... Later memory

Suddenly, Mrs. Lan's white face and her sad eyes flashed in her mind, sending out a faint chill, as if tens of thousands of cold needles were stabbing at her, and those on her body were fermenting in her stomach for breakfast

As if she had a nightmare, she suddenly sat up from the bed, wet all over, with thin sweat, and the Nightgown on her chest was soaked with sweat, sticking to her body.

Slowly, those memories become more and more clear, but she did not dare to think about it. She even doubted that Mrs. LAN had not brought her tools to end her life.

After a while, Xiao Hong came up with a slight smile and said, "how do you feel, madam? My husband has come back. My wife asked me to call you down for dinner. She said that she cooked the soup for you in person today. "

Maybe she is too weak, or Xiao Hong's voice is not clear. In a word, her sentence "Madame cooks" sounds like "Madame poisons herself", and the latter sounds more credible.

She nodded gently and said, "I'll be right here." Then he took a deep breath, thinking that it seemed that he was doomed. It was better to face it calmly.

The ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her mother-in-law, right? But now the problem is that she is still an ugly daughter-in-law who has vomited all over her mother-in-law

Li Qingning got up with a worried face, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

This kind of worried mood until she went downstairs and saw Mrs. LAN stirring in the casserole with a spoon in her hand. Lan Qing and sissy sat on one side, but they did not dissipate. She felt as if her chest had been locked in a nest of mice, constantly scratching.

Mrs. LAN raised her eyes and glanced faintly across her face. The expression on her face seemed very indifferent. But the more so, the more Li Qingning felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

"Sober up?" Mrs. Lan's voice was still as usual, full of dignity and unquestionable authority, but it didn't seem to be half angry.

She nodded and said "um" in a soft voice. Then she lowered her head and went to pull the chair beside Lan Qing and sat down.

"What, drinking?" Lan Qing's voice sounded warm and soft, with a little surprise. She looked at her and asked. It seems that Mrs. LAN didn't tell him what happened at noon.

Li Qingning quickly turned his head, avoided meeting his eyes, pretended to be casual and said: "well, I met a friend and talked about some things. I accidentally drank a little too much. I'm sorry."

Lan Qing stretched out her hand and patted her on the back, saying: "don't drink as much as you can after drinking too much, or it will hurt your body." Then he came close to her and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I'll feel bad."

She slightly turned her head, the corners of her mouth barely curved, nodded gently, and then quickly lowered her head to continue to drink soup.

Throughout the evening, Li Qingning lived in a state of trembling melancholy. When she watched Mrs. LAN elegantly put down the silver spoon, she was ready for the storm, but Mrs. LAN did not attack.

After dinner, the family sat in the living room drinking tea. When she stood up, Li Qingning guessed that she would always say something, but she still didn't.

Looking at Mrs. LAN lightly said: "I went upstairs, you all have an early rest." Then when she walked upstairs with a gentle pace, Li Qingning even pinched her thigh quietly. The real pain made her grin, gasp and twist her features together.

"What's the matter?" Lan Qing, who was sitting beside her, was full of concern and asked. In his eyes, Qingning didn't seem normal all night, but he couldn't figure out the reason at all.

"It's unscientific..." she was still immersed in her own world, turning a deaf ear to Lan Qing's voice beside her. "Is it too hard for her, so... Amnesia?"

Lan Qing looked at the unpredictable expression on her face, reached for her hand and asked again. She just came back to her senses and quickly sorted out the emotion on her face. She said with a faint smile, "it's OK. Maybe she still has a headache."

The next morning, Li Qingning gets out of bed with dark circles under his eyes caused by nightmares. He finds that Lan Qing is no longer there. The place where he lies looks flat and tidy, as if no one has ever slept.

She looked up at the watch on the bedside table and found that it was only seven o'clock in the morning, so she sat up calmly, rubbed some disheveled hair, then got up and simply cleaned up, and went downstairs for breakfast as usual.

But she doesn't know that the nightmare waiting for her downstairs is more terrible than the nightmares all night. Sometimes, life itself is the most terrible nightmare.