Chapter 150: She's Too Much Like Her Father

His wife and daughter were trained, and Xia Bingjian naturally wanted to help, "Dad, you can't blame them for this." ”

Xia Zeming stood up angrily, snorted coldly and went back to the room.

After he left, the low pressure dissipated, and Yang Xueli sobbed quietly, aggrieved and angry: "The old man is partial to that broom star, have you seen it?

"Okay, okay, don't say it, Dad won't like Xia You. She won't be able to share our family's property and company shares, don't worry. Xia Bing was appeased.

Xia Nanyin gritted her teeth, "But grandpa is protecting her now, who knows if this slut will be allowed to take away our property in the future." ”

Hearing the word property, Xia Cheng raised his eyebrows.

"There's no way your grandfather will like her. He said in a mean tone: "Don't say what she is like now, your grandfather won't treat her as the real Xia family at all, but with the fact that she is the daughter of the third child." Your grandfather won't give her a penny either. ”

Xia Nanyin was a little relieved when she heard it.

But the resentment towards Xia You in his heart still couldn't be suppressed.

After Xia You returned to the room, he looked back at the door, and there was no emotion on his face.

She came back to eat in the dining room on purpose.

She knew they didn't like her, so she deliberately tried to scold them.

I just like to see others hate her and be helpless.

Bad taste.

After all, when you see people who hate you unhappy, you're pretty happy.

But look at it this way......

It was indeed time for her to move out.

Anyway, what she was looking for had already been found.

Continuing to stay in the Xia family, there is no other use for them except for the diaphragm.

She was also worried that if she accidentally beat Xia Nanyin's mother and daughter to death all day long, she would be in trouble.

She walked over to the table, sat down, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and began to draw on the white paper with her memory.

And what was drawn on that piece of paper was the silver-haired man.

She has a good memory, her brain is more than normal, and her drawings look like they were printed.

Even if it's just a black-and-white sketch.

As she began to draw, her eyes subconsciously looked at a diary placed next to her.

"But I'm sure that the third uncle and the third aunt must love you. Xia Chuan's voice echoed in her ears.

She put down the diagram she was drawing in her hand and looked at the diary and snorted.

The gaze is becoming more and more complicated.

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After Xia Zeming returned to the room, his mood was also quite heavy.

He walked slowly to a family photo on the bookcase, which showed his wife and three sons.

The youngest of them, who is extraordinarily handsome, but has messy hair, is Xia Xing.

He looked different from the other two children, a maverick child.

This is also the only surviving photo of Xia Xing in the entire Xia family.

"It's too similar......" Xia Zeming muttered as he looked at the photo.

Xia Xing and the current Xia You are like carved out of a mold.

Especially the maverick look that is completely different from others.

Xia Zeming let out a long sigh.

Xia Xing is the smartest of his three sons, which is undeniable.