Reborn Hot Wife

Jessie frowned. Were she and Rosie discussing things?

Because of Mary Kinson’s status as Mrs. Black, she’d to be perfunctory, “You woke up early.”

Rose Kinson set down the coffee in her hand, “What do you want to drink?”

Mary Kinson gently lifted her lips, like a girl moving her heart for the first time and getting a unique pet. The angles of her eyebrows looked charming. “I don’t drink. I just look at my plants so I don’t suffer any more losses.”

Jessie Kinson looked at her, and her words were somewhat contemptuous, “Isn’t it just a few plants? You’ll have to come and see them for yourself. Are there any people left in our family? Will it be rare?”

“Don’t say it, aunt.” Mary Kinson turned her head, and the charming vixen narrowed her eyes and smiled, “Some people are rare indeed, and they’ll beg me to sell it to her.”

Jessie Kinson raised her eyebrows questioningly, then looked Rose Kinson at her: “Rose, you tell me, is she talking nonsense…”

The words weren’t finished yet. She couldn’t help but utter a worried sentence, “What’s the matter? Your face has gone all bad.”

Rose Kinson picked up the cell phone on the table and lifted her face smiling softly, “I’m fine, it’s very windy right now, let’s go back inside to the room and talk.”

Jessie Kinson followed her and stood up, “Alright.”

Finally, Rose Kinson: “Don’t sit too long. You’ll catch a cold.”

Mary Kinson ignored her and leaned lazily against the back of the chair.

Mary Kinson looked down at the table until two people far back and wanted to pour herself a cup of tea to wet her throat.

But a glance at the tray on the white tea table revealed it had to be Rose Kinson’s.

Ding.

An email.

The flat-screen lit up, displaying the email only in the bottom right corner. The sender’s name is just a single M-word, and the title is “Sister Mary, I’m coming to your town to attend music night.”

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She ignores the contents of the screen, reaches for her cup, and then her tablet, “Ding.”

Another email is a hand-painted little printout picture because the picture isn’t big, so it loads right up.

It’s pretty interesting to draw, with crooked strokes and traces that make a starry-eyed, can’t-wait-to-see-it.

She blinked slightly and took a somewhat strained breath.

Mary Kinson remembered that M, a music wizard in her previous life, had died in a car accident on the way to a music night, only sixteen years old.

That had become very unfortunate.

She couldn’t help but wonder, M, is this the teenager from a past life?

But he and Rose Kinsonseem know each other and have a good relationship.

Mary Kinson was lost in thought, and her eyes were mysterious at this time.

Second floor, room.

Rose Kinson sat up straight, looked at the tidy desk, and stood up.

Jessie Kinson looked at her from the side, “What’s the matter? What’s wrong?”

“No, my tablet fell on the balcony. I’ll get it.” Rose Kinson’s smiled, then stood up and walked out at a slightly faster pace.

When she arrived on the balcony, it was empty, and she looked down at the white tea table where the flat plate lay quietly.

Rose Kinson breathed a sigh of relief, walked a few minutes slower, picked up the plate, and held it in her arms.

When she returned to the room, her face was filled with a smile.

“How do you hold the tablet with silly music?” joked Jessie Kinson with a smile, “Is there a favorite boy hidden in there?”

“Auntie!” Rose Kinson sat down with a flat plate.

As the slender fingers came to the screen and saw the unread mail displayed, the smile around the corners of her mouth deepened, “I’m a pen pal, we’ve known each other for more than two years, and I’m young but talented.”

Jessie Kinson approached curiously and looked at the tablet, “What he sent you, let me see.”

Rose Kinson picked up the tray, sipped his lips, and smiled, “Auntie, this is my private business.”

“OK, take your time, don’t disturb the correspondence with your pen pal.” Jessie Kinson shrugged her shoulders, chuckled, and left the room.

So the eyes of Rose Kinson smile, and she reads the email sent by M carefully. The more she sees the back page, the deeper the smile in her eyes becomes.

M also came to see the music night.

This is a high-profile music festival, inviting famous musicians to perform with well-known personalities from home and abroad.

Tickets for music night are hard to get, nowhere to sell, and it is difficult to buy one for a million. Only those who know music can acquire tickets.

And that night, she was invited by M as an important guest and became an enviable person in the audience.

With this experience, Mary Kinson, who can only plant, can never compete!

The next morning.

Belle Kinson stood in the hall and looked back to see Mary Kinson coming from the little garden in the backyard.

She carries a small earthen bucket in her hand, but it is still clearly in the wind. Her back, giving her a faint halo, and beauty are genuine.

Looking at her with a gentle smile, one senses a kind of peaceful years.

Belle Kinson could not help but praise her, “The second sister, you are so beautiful.”

Mary Kinson walked over with a slight smile and lifted the bucket in his hand slightly, “I’ll clean it up first.”

Belle Kinson kept nodding, “OK, go.”

After seeing the second nurse enter the bathroom, she turned to the stairs and just saw Rose Kinson walking down the stairs, “Good morning, Nurse Yuxin.”

Rose Kinson’s walk down the stairs is exquisite, and his handsome face shows a slight smile, “What time did you get up? Did you express it here today?”