The strangeness of the girl made him frightened, and the love of the little girl was the most fatal. When Ding Dong told him that her daughter was going to come out with bitter guts, Zhao's father had the heart to kill Wei Ye.

The girl is distracted, quiet, and she doesn't see her usual lively appearance at all. Zhao's father wanted to say that there is no need to be afraid, if it doesn't work, we will withdraw from the marriage, and we will be bullied before we get married, and I don't know what will happen in the future.

But he was aggrieved, he couldn't say these words, he knew too well the consequences of the divorce, and the reputation of his girl could no longer withstand the divorce.

Even if he wanted to teach Wei Ye a lesson, he felt powerless. What kind of confidence does he have to confront him, is it useful to just rely on that little affection to preach?

As a father, he has to weigh the pros and cons of his distressed daughter, and he knows the taste.

"Girl, you have fun, let's wait for him to come back, and wait for him to say it himself, maybe there is a secret in it. Don't be afraid, but a dusty woman can't turn the sky. Your family affairs have been set since childhood, and you are going to marry Ming Media, and the Wei family is the only one who opens the door to welcome you. ”

Father Zhao was talking and talking, but he couldn't say anything against his will, and he was very distressed. His sister Lian doesn't want those fake tricks, his sister Lian wants the husband and wife to love each other for a lifetime. Sister Lian of his family has been pampered since she was a child, how did she suffer those grievances.

Qi is not even, Qi is not even.

Zhao Lianping calmly lowered her eyes and curled up in the hammock.

Father Zhao took a deep breath and unconsciously moistened his eyes.

"Tell her to be quiet, and wait until she figures it out." Zhao Chong said to his brother.

The little girl is still messing up, and she can't listen to anything she says now. If he wants him to say that rich and noble families are like this, it is better to look down on them earlier. Since ancient times, wives and concubines have been distinct, if Wei Ye loves his wife, what is the name of Yuan Ah Bian, she is a concubine, not to mention that she is going to die, and she can't threaten it.

But the face of the Zhao family, Zhao Lian's face must be taken back, where can the prostitute slander him. Wei Ye must apologize, sincerely.

For lunch, Ding Dong came to call Zhao Lian to eat, but who called someone to win someone.

Father Zhao also came to invite, but it was useless.

"Girl, even if you feel uncomfortable, you have to eat. You are ruining your body so much, don't you feel distressed when you tell your father? ”

"Daddy, I'm not hungry. I'm fine, but I'm thinking about something, and when I think about it, I'll eat it myself, you eat first. ”

The voice was thin and weak, and the person was not lying on his side, facing the wall.

Zhao's father didn't know if her daughter was secretly crying, he softened and coaxed in every possible way, "Eat a little if you're not hungry, how can you have the strength to think if you're not hungry, just eat some with your father." ”

After a long time, Zhao Lian nodded lightly and got out of the hammock.

She didn't cry, her expression didn't feel sad, her eyebrows were only disappointed, disgusted, and cold.

Father Zhao sighed heavily in his heart, he would rather she just make a fuss, and it was better to let out the depression in his heart than to hide it now.

In the afternoon, Zhao's father thought that he would not go to the store, so he guarded his daughter.

But Zhao Lian didn't let her, she pulled up an unnatural smile and pushed Zhao's father out of the door: "Daddy, go get busy." I'm staying at home, what can I do. You look awkward at home, just this little thing, I can bear your daughter. ”

After her father and seventh uncle were gone, Zhao Lian continued to lie in the hammock.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door, the voice was very soft, and Zhao Lian, who was light, almost couldn't hear it.

Jingle was washing the dishes and didn't hear it. The voice continued, Zhao Lian couldn't bear it, so she went to open it.

In front of her stood a sickly beauty, staggering and carrying a few gift boxes.