After the rain, an apartment building full of maple vines and withered leaves under the blue sky is more and more out of place in the whole high-end community. Shen Qingqing stands in front of the building and sighs. Unexpectedly, she still wants to go home and ask her mother for help.

She opened the door with her key, looked around and found that there was no one in the house. She thought that maybe her mother had gone out with her sister, so she didn't have to meet Shen Yingying or explain her reasons to her mother.

She went upstairs to her mother's bedroom, opened the wardrobe and began to search for her mother's old clothes. When my father was alive, my mother liked to buy clothes very much. Many clothes were worn only once or twice and then pressed on the bottom of the box. She was similar to her mother's figure, so she should be able to find something to wear.

After turning over the clothes, I began to look for the old boxes. Finally, I found a light pink cheongsam with lotus pattern at the bottom. Although it has lost its color, the texture is still there.

She took the dress and went to the mirror to compare it. She found that it matched her face very well. She showed a happy smile to herself, who was still elegant and beautiful. Just as she wanted to put all the clothes back, she heard mother Shen's cry from downstairs.

"Oh, what's the matter? Is there a thief at home?"

Shen Qingqing was surprised and cried, "Mom, it's me!"

After hearing this, mother Shen went upstairs, opened the bedroom door and saw Shen Qingqing. She was relieved, "Qingqing, why did you come here? You didn't tell me in advance and made such a mess at home. I thought those debt collectors were coming again. They scared me to death!"

Shen Qingqing said with a smile, "I'll find something. I'll help you clean it up."

At this time, Shen Yingying came upstairs with a big shopping bag in his hand. He seemed to be in a good mood. He took a casual look at Shen Qingqing and said, "sister, you're back."

Shen Qingqing's eyes are pricked by the brand of the shopping bag in her hand. Xia Nai No clothes of this brand are less than 5000 yuan. Even a short sleeve costs about 2000 yuan.

She clenched the old style cheongsam in her hand, which had a sharp contrast with Shen Yingying's famous brand clothes. Her heart was like a crumpled lemon, bitter and sour.

Shen Yingying, with sharp eyes, saw the cheongsam she was trying to hide. She pulled it from her hand and said to her mother, "Mom, what do you think this is?"

Shen Qingqing's face suddenly turned red and said, "Yingying, give it back to me!"

Mother Shen took a look and said, "well, isn't this my cheongsam several years ago? What are you doing with it?"

"I I'll wear it. " She murmured.

Shen's mother's eyes were clear, and she pulled up a flattering smile. "That's right. You should dress up prettily. You should find a good mother-in-law to marry her early and earn some money for the family. You don't have to look for a job everywhere."

Shen Qingqing felt that her mother's idea was hopeless. She immediately said coldly, "even if I get married, do you have a dowry?"

Mother Shen was stunned and had nothing to say.

Shen Qingqing grabs the clothes from Shen Yingying's hands and walks out of the room without looking back.

Shen Yingying sneered at her back, "I'm afraid you can't expect her to marry any rich childe for her virtue. At most, she will be a stepmother for the sons of those rich families!"

Seeing that Shen Qingqing had walked out of the apartment building, Shen's mother poked her with her hand and said, "don't say a few words. Let's still point at her to pay off the family debt."

Shen Yingying stares at her mother and goes back to her room with her shopping bag to try on her clothes.

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