"It's a good imitation, goodbye next time."

Xia Zhihuai smiled and rubbed her soft hair: "That person is Song Yuanxin, he has a bad temper, so don't mess with her."

Wanwan nodded obediently, she had seen it long ago.

Children are also risk-averse radars, so who can act spoiled and who is not easy to get along with is clear in their hearts.

"We won't take action on the ghost on Song Yuanxin's body, but if you feel sorry for it, we can remind her in a vague way." Xia Zhihuai suggested.

Wanwan nodded, took a sip of milk, and said slowly: "I don't feel sorry for you."

She is not the Virgin painted on the church walls, she is just a baby who needs her brother to love her more every day.

Humph ~

Xia Zhihuai was not surprised that Wanwan said this. She had her own ideas in some aspects, which was good.

If you have your own opinions, you will not be overwhelmed by sympathy, and you will be able to deal with moral kidnapping in the future.

fine.

...

City t.

After nightfall.

Yunzhan floated into the second floor of the fruit shop through the window and looked at the Deng couple who were eating at the dining table.

The man's temples were gray, and a glass of white wine was poured in front of him, holding chopsticks in his hand, watching the news on TV.

The woman tied her hair behind her head, put a bowl of rice in front of her, and was absent-mindedly watching TV while eating.

There was only the sound of news broadcasts in the room.

Yunzhan found that the atmosphere between the old couple was very strange, and he didn't say a word since he was having dinner.

Until the news ended, the woman grabbed the remote control on the table and transferred it to the Honeysuckle TV station, trying to find news about Deng Jiayi's recognition of the widow of the mountain village.

The man was so angry that he patted the chopsticks on the table and scolded coldly: "What station to adjust?! Give me the remote control."

The woman bit her lip, hid the remote control in the chair behind her, and said angrily: "What are you doing with this face all day long? If Jiayi and her boyfriend were not going to get married, they would have been a lot of money to buy a house. Do you think Jiayi wants to recognize that old thing?"

The man slapped his hand on the table and said gloomyly: "She is growing up now and she doesn't have money and can't buy a house for her. She can call her a mother who is not related by blood. Why didn't she think about how we ran around to make her survive, begging grandpa and asking her for her to contact the hospital and contact her to find a suitable match?"

"It's really an ungrateful wolf."

The woman put the bowl heavily on the table and said coldly: "You're enough, don't say so much. Jia Jia is our biological daughter at least. If you call her an ungrateful wolf, what are you?"

"Besides, how old is that old woman, and she has not had many years of illness. Jia Jia recognizes her as a mother. To put it bluntly, she will give her a pension to see her off. When she dies, there will be a basin that will not lose two taels of meat. The old woman still holds millions of compensation and pensions in her hands. Whenever she dies, isn't the money Jia Jia's? You don't have the ability to earn a house for her and her son-in-law, and you won't allow her to find a way for herself?"

The man was so angry that his chest was fluttering and threw the wine glass aside: "You are all mean to you. You are afraid that others will not be able to find out what they did back then!"

"It's been so many years since that thing happened, and the evidence has been wiped out long ago. The child has been sent away long ago. Who would know what happened?"

The man said coldly: "There is no airtight wall in this world. Your daughter wants to hide the truth. She has used other people's bone marrow and wants to plot other people's inheritance. If this matter is dug out, would you want her to die?"

“Not that serious.”
Chapter completed!