Ruan Qinghua teased her thin eyelids, and her eyes shone with a shallow and dark ripple, "Auntie, what you say so much is nothing more than letting me be a marionette in your hand, at your mercy, but why should I listen to you?" ”

Shen Changru choked hard.

How can her niece seem to be a different person, not to mention talking back to her in the past, even if she scolds her, she doesn't dare to squeak.

"Love painting, I'm your aunt, your father was in prison for a crime, if I hadn't adopted you, you would have starved to death in that broken fishing village......"

"So, all these years, I should let you beat and scold, and thank Dade for doing anything for you unconditionally?"

Ruan Qinghua interrupted Shen Changru's words, his expression cold.

Shen Changru raised his hand and twisted Ruan Qinghua's ear, "You dead girl, you are really a white-eyed wolf!" It's also a bad brain, if I can gain a firm foothold in the war family, I can save your father if I can't keep it! ”

The last sentence was scraped like a blunt instrument in the softest part of Ruan Qinghua's heart, and it was dull and painful.

Adoptive father Shen Changzhou is her weakness, and Shen Changru knows best.

Shen Changru saw that Ruan Qinghua was loosened, and said, "The status of the Zhan family is famous in the imperial capital, and it is not easy to get a person from prison?" ”

What Shen Changru said is not an exaggeration, with the power of the Zhan family, it is indeed not difficult to do this.

In the last life, her adoptive father died in prison before he was released from prison, and the prison said that it was a suicide, but she didn't believe that a timid and cowardly person like her adoptive father would commit suicide.

Since God has arranged for her to live again, she must prevent the tragedy from happening again no matter what.

She naturally didn't believe that Shen Changru would help her adoptive father, she had to think about it in the long run.

Shen Changru saw that she didn't speak, thinking that she was subdued, and patted Ruan Qinghua's cheek with her eyebrows stretched and said, "Qinghua, we are a family." ”

"Auntie, since it's a family, I want to visit my father, is that okay?"

Nguyen Qinghua made a request.

In her last life, she begged her aunt to visit her adoptive father in every possible way, but Shen Changru refused perfunctorily every time, until her adoptive father died, and she couldn't see each other.

This time, she didn't want to be led by the nose again.

Shen Changru saw her tough attitude and hesitated for two seconds, "Okay, I'll find a way to ......"

Speaking of this, Shen Changru glanced at the prepared meal on the desk and changed the topic: "Now, the seventh young man of the Zhan family is back, in terms of seniority, you should call him Uncle Seven, you just came to the Zhan family, you have to behave well in front of him......"

Shen Changru said vaguely, but I was afraid that she didn't explicitly say that she would strip naked and climb into Zhan Xiaocheng's bed.

In the last life, she lost Zhan Xiaocheng, in this life, how could she be willing to use him?

After Shen Changru left, Ruan Qinghua went to the top floor with a few meals.

……

When Ruan Qinghua knocked on the door and entered, Zhan Xiaocheng was on the phone.

"Do you still need to check? Naturally, it was the old foxes of the Zhan family who did it. ”

When Zhan Xiaocheng said this, he glanced at Ruan Qinghua, who walked in silently, and hung up the phone.

He sat back on the sofa with a little difficulty, looked at the coffee table in front of him with a few meals that he liked to eat every day, and sneered, "Shen Changru asked you to send it?" ”

Ruan Qinghua raised his eyebrows and focused on his injured part, "Uncle Seven, you are injured, you shouldn't move around like this." ”

Zhan Xiaocheng looked at the quiet little girl, speaking like an adult, and there seemed to be a reproach in her words, squinting at her black eyes, and snorting: "What? You dare to take care of your elders as a hairy girl? ”

The two words elder are really ironic.

Thinking of those love words with him every time he was with him, and his ears and temples grinded, Ruan Qinghua's cheeks flushed slightly, and he handed the chopsticks to him, "These meals are probably to your liking, Uncle Seven, you use them slowly......"