Grandma still wants to see the brother and sister tear up, why does the style of painting suddenly change? She doesn't like this topic, well, why mention the girl who made her heart block!

"Moyi, grandma's mobile phone doesn't know how to get it, the sound is a lot quieter all of a sudden, you show grandma, is it broken?"

Grandma is interrupting, Shen Moyi is not someone who can lead the nose, what he wants to say, he must be finished, "Grandma, your mobile phone is a new one I bought for you, there is no problem." ”

"Dad, do you know? Shen Mojia used her spare time to work, distributing leaflets on the street, not to mention the wind and sun, and sometimes being abused and expelled, but after an hour of distribution, she could only earn 15 yuan, but she didn't complain at all, she exchanged her labor for wealth, and she spent it steadily. It's your daughter, why is there such a big gap?"

After Shen Mojia was eighteen years old, he didn't reach out to ask for Shen Zhicheng's money, and sometimes he wanted to give it, but he couldn't give it.

He was also sad to be disgusted by his daughter, who had just become an adult.

However, Shen Mojia was so stubborn, and he couldn't help it, "Is it that I don't give her money? ”

"Why doesn't she? Is she a fool? Putting aside the money given for nothing, she doesn't take it, and she runs to the street to suffer hardship?" Shen Moyi couldn't help but feel distressed when he thought of the scene he saw, he wanted to say these words for a long time, just while everyone was there, he wanted to ask his father, who was also a daughter, why did he treat him differently!

"The daughter you raised by your side is as delicate as a flower, and what you raise outside is a weed?

"Presumptuous!"

Shen Zhicheng was forced to ask by his son very embarrassed, his old face was pale, he knew that he was sorry for that daughter, but this kind of thing should not be said by him Shen Moyi!

Everyone can question him and accuse him, but his son can't, and everyone can blame him, but his son can't!

If it weren't for his upright and bright identity, would he have taken that step? Stinky boy, when he grows up and his wings are stiff, he won't take Lao Tzu in his eyes, right?

The cold light in Shen Zhicheng's eyes flickered, and he dropped his chopsticks with a "snap", pointing at his nose and reprimanding, "Shen Moyi, I am your old man, no matter what I do, I can't allow you to put your beak in it! You can meddle in any decision in the company, but you don't need to worry about family affairs!"

Shen Zhicheng was so angry that after teaching his son, he didn't eat anymore, got up and left.

Both father and son are stubborn, no one can convince anyone, no one will bow their heads first, Sun Lihua can't intervene at all.

Seeing that her husband was so angry that he didn't eat, he hurriedly chased over to appease, "Zhicheng, don't be angry, Mo Yi didn't mean to, don't be like him." ”

Shen Zhicheng was furious, turned his head and glared at her fiercely, and said word by word: "He didn't mean it, he did it on purpose! I, Shen Zhicheng, am also a figure with a head and a face in S City, who doesn't look at my face outside, it's good to go home, but also look at my son's face, this is the good son you raised for me!"

Sun Lihua was speechless by her husband, Shen Zhicheng was right, her son was indeed raised by herself, from birth to studying abroad, she has always been with her, and he is not close to his father, but these words are not let her say?

The son is very assertive, and he has long passed the stage of letting things go, she just wants to teach, but she doesn't have a chance.

She didn't know how to do it, Shen Moyi was very protective of that daughter, obviously two people who rarely intersected, and they hadn't even met a few times, how could they have such a deep relationship, and the twin sisters couldn't match her status in her son's mind.

Don't...... Is the son atoning for his sins?

Sun Lihua was stunned by his sudden thought, if this was the case, then how much did he have in his heart?

Looking at her husband's back without looking back, and then looking at her son's indifference, she was exhausted.

Mrs. Shen originally wanted to talk to her son about her little granddaughter's lifelong events, but her grandson's words were reasonable, and she had nothing to say to refute them, so she felt a little uncomfortable.

Even if she has any more opinions about that child, it is also her granddaughter, and it is not good to favor it too obviously, so she can only find another time to talk about it.

When Mr. Shen was young, he rarely accompanied his wife for work, and his wife was in Zhang Luo inside and outside the family, he never interfered, and waited until his son took over the company before slowly returning to the family.

may be old, in line with the mentality that more things are better than less, he has always looked at his wife's face and acted, his wife is silent, and he is happy to be idle.

After dinner, the old couple walked arm in arm.

Shen Moyi also finished eating, glanced at his pretending to be well-behaved sister with an expressionless face, and also got up and left.

One by one, Shen Moling was the only one left at the table, she still had half a bowl of rice to eat, and she had no appetite.

Putting down the dishes and chopsticks and just about to get up, she remembered her brother's cold eyes just now, and put down the dishes and chopsticks again, let's finish the meal, she doesn't want to be read again the next day.

Shen Zhicheng locked himself in the study for a long time, the resentment in his heart has not disappeared, how uncomfortable he thinks, it was the eldest daughter who used to be angry with herself, thinking that she was sorry for her, and she didn't care about her. But he never thought that his son, who was in pain in his heart, would have such a big opinion about himself, which made him unbearable.

The son was too presumptuous just now, and he really wanted to beat him up, but it was the son he finally got it, how could he bear it?

desperately controlled himself, so he didn't swing his fist at his son, but if this resentment in his heart didn't come out, he wouldn't be at peace all night.

The culprit of this matter is the stubborn Shen Mojia, if she can be as well-behaved as a little daughter, no, even if she is not well-behaved and will not be coquettish, as long as she can give him a smile, he will not be so embarrassed in front of his son.

Shen Zhicheng is also a stubborn person, you don't want to give you money, I won't give it yet, don't you have the ability? Aren't you strong? Then you can make your own money to support yourself?

The living expenses he secretly gave to Lan Yuhui were also sent back by his daughter, and in a fit of anger, he never gave them money again.

He knew that Shen Mojia was doing odd jobs, and he always thought that she was doing the job of a tutor, if it wasn't for his son to say, he really didn't know that she was standing on the street handing out leaflets.

I thought life was so good, but it turned out to be nothing more than that!

Take out your mobile phone and dial the number, "You let Jia Baoer answer the phone." ”

Lan Yuhui was lying on the sofa watching TV, her face was covered with a mask, and when she saw her husband's name displayed on the phone screen, she took off the mask and sat up.

The already gentle face was even more tender like water, and when I heard that his voice was wrong, I was a little worried, "What's wrong, husband, did Jia Baoer do something wrong?"

"You tell her to answer the phone, hurry up. ”

Shen Zhicheng was very impatient, the bruises on his face were rising, he was trying to suppress the anger, but Yuhui was still asking questions over there, and couldn't help but raise his voice, "Hurry up!"

Lan Yuhui is a smart woman, Shen Zhicheng has a good temper over the years, he yells at her at every turn, she loves him, and she doesn't feel anything, but he is so angry looking for his daughter, she has to think about it.

No matter how hard a man is, he can't stand the gentleness and obedience of a woman, although Lan Yuhui did not give birth to a son, she still firmly grasps the man's heart in her hands, and it is impossible not to have a little scheming.

The soft words came softly, and the woman's soft murmur was like a thunderous Shen Zhicheng, like a spring drizzle, slowly extinguishing the raging wildfire, and unconsciously, he calmed down and began to ask about Shen Mojia's life.

When he heard that Shen Mojia was indeed handing out leaflets, the fire that had just been extinguished had a tendency to rekindle, "You tell Jia Bao'er that she is my Shen Zhicheng's daughter, and she is not allowed to do those lowly jobs, and she will be embarrassed!"

As he spoke, he began to reprimand Lan Yuhui again, "She wants to be strong and refuses to take my money, what about you, you mother, won't you mediate in the middle? Your daughter does such a hard job, don't you feel distressed? Lan Yuhui, let me tell you, your husband is not a nobody in S City, if I let my friends know that my daughter is standing on the street and handing out flyers, where will you put my face!"

Lan Yuhui rolled her eyes and pursed her lips like a little girl, after all, aren't you afraid that your daughter will lose your face? My daughter is the best little padded jacket in the world, sensible and considerate, can I not feel distressed when I see her suffering?

You say that I don't mediate, don't you know what kind of temperament your father and daughter have? One is more stubborn than the other, and neither of them will bow their heads.

What do you want me to do?

Lan Yuhui thought so in her heart, she couldn't say anything about it, and still comforted him softly, "Husband, Jia Bao'er's temper twist, who do you say she looks like? Anyway, I have raised her for more than 20 years, and I don't see anything like me." ”

Shen Zhicheng was angry, blowing his beard and staring speechless, Lan Yuhui, are you sure you are comforting me? Are you sure it's not adding fuel to the fire?

Panting heavily, across the phone, Lan Yuhui could feel that Shen Zhicheng was not lightly angry, it stands to reason that she should follow him and wait for the matter to pass, and then slowly break with him, in this situation, it is very unwise to do it with him.

But she didn't know what was wrong today, so she didn't want to follow his words, maybe he was called a Jia Bao'er, right?

Therefore, Lan Yuhui doesn't care if he likes to listen to it or not, he can say whatever he wants, anyway, he can't do anything to her through the airwaves.

"Husband, you said that Jia Baoer lost you? Why don't I think so. One of your friends' children counts as one, and which one doesn't reach out to your parents to ask for money to spend? Our Jia Baoer is so independent, you should be proud. ”