Her mouth was pursed tightly, her hands were half clenched, and she said coldly: "Don't worry, I'm not your child, definitely not!"
She said as she turned around and was about to walk out. After walking two steps, she stopped and took out the small jewelry box from her bag.
The jewelry box contained the exquisite brooch she bought for Xiang Yunhua. This brooch cost her three hundred yuan!
She turned around and walked to the table, put the jewelry box on the table, looked at Xiang Yunhua and said coldly: "This is my birthday gift to you."
Then she glanced at Yuan Hao with a dull expression and said to Xiang Yunhua: "Grandma Yuan, I think I probably don't have the blessing to be your granddaughter. So, we should not contact you in the future!"
After she said this, she turned around resolutely and trotted away from the flower room.
She trotted all the way out of the flower house and the villa of the Yuan family.
She ran and ran, ran and ran, sweating and panting. Finally, under the night sky full of stars, she lay down on a grass.
She didn't bother to think about where this place was, because her heart was filled with pain that had nowhere to vent.
She lay there straight, her face facing the sky, and cold tears flowed down the corners of her eyes to her temples.
Haha, how ridiculous!
She had imagined countless times what kind of person her father would be.
A vulgar farmer, a mediocre worker, and even a bad person who is in the society. But she never thought that her father was such a well-dressed and rich man.
Yes, her dad, she never doubted that the person was her dad again.
However, he was wondering whether she was his daughter!
He could abandon her and her mother, but how could he question her mother's innocence like that!
She remembered Wenxuan told her that Yuan Hao had inquired about her situation in detail. She believed that he would definitely know her birthday clearly.
In this case, he still has to question it!
He is not worthy of being her father! He is not worthy of being her mother's love!
Thinking of his gentle and weak mother in my impression, He Mengjie's tears flowed out like a torrent of a broken dam.
She sobbed gently and bit her fist tightly with her teeth. Only by feeling this real pain can she prevent herself from immersing herself in her crazy nostalgia for her mother.
Mom! It’s not worth it for you to commit suicide for him!
She shouted loudly in her heart, and she almost shouted out!
He Mengjie was immersed in her heartache and didn't care about the situation around her at all.
At this time, a man and a woman were walking on the path holding hands. They whispered moving love words and slowly approached He Mengjie.
Then, the woman suddenly exclaimed.
He Mengjie heard her scream, but she was still lying there and not moving.
She felt exhausted and had no strength to move any more.
Then, she felt a soft and gentle hand suddenly stroke her forehead, followed by a gentle and crisp voice: "Minhao, she's fine!"
A flawless and beautiful face was reflected in He Mengjie's eyes, with a gentle smile on her face and a voice like a gentle spring breeze.
For some reason, she felt that this woman was like an angel...
"Girl, what's wrong with you?" The gentle voice of "angel" sounded again, very close to her ears. Then she used force on her hands, and He Mengjie finally sat up slowly with her help.