Chapter 8: You, Not Qualified!
Twilight Orchid Leaf's move also attracted the attention of all the guests in the mourning hall, and almost none of them sympathized with Twilight Shen, but felt that Twilight Orchid Leaf's behavior was very good.
If it weren't for Mr. Twilight protecting this little daughter, she would have been imprisoned a long time ago!
Taking a deep breath, Twilight slowly opened her eyes and looked at the angry Twilight Orchid Leaf in front of her.
Immediately, she passed by her calmly, walked to the table next to her, and picked up a glass of water on it.
As soon as he turned around, he walked straight towards Dusk Orchid Leaf.
"You dare!?"
Dusk Lanye shouted loudly, measuring that she didn't dare to splash herself with water.
Correct.
"Wow-"
The cold water was mercilessly splashed on her delicate makeup, and she was instantly embarrassed.
"You-" Dusk Orchid Leaf exploded!
Twilight Shen clutched the water cup tightly in his palm, and a cold voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "You, not qualified!" ”
She will pay for her sins!
No one in the Twilight family is qualified to torture her in any way.
"You...... You scourge ......" Dusk Lan Ye was angry, and her voice trembled.
Qin Liuli on the side hurriedly comforted: "Eldest sister, are you okay?" ”
Dusk Lanye wiped the water stains on her face, and was angry: "You are a disrespectful thing, you really have a life, no one teaches you!" ”
These words are obviously alluding to the dead birth mother.
"You, say it again!" Twilight's eyes were red, and her scarlet and bloodthirsty eyes made people look a little weird......
Twilight Lanye was stunned, as if she was frightened of her appearance at the moment.
This scourge spirit has been suffering from a strange illness since he was taken back to the Twilight family, isn't he going to get sick at this time?
Although she hadn't seen her illness with her own eyes, she had heard about it somewhat, and thinking of this, Dusk Lanye couldn't help but feel a little scared.
"Heavy!"
The commotion attracted the twilight river.
The familiar voice sounded at the right time with a hint of tenderness, like a good medicine, which instantly brought Twilight back to her senses, and the scarlet under her eyes gradually receded.
Du Linchuan first glanced at the embarrassed Twilight Orchid Leaf, and then looked at the water cup in his daughter's hand, and inevitably blamed:
"Shenshen, you are too presumptuous!"
In the face of her father's reprimand, Twilight clearly knew that it was impossible for her to attend the funeral.
It is impossible for these Twilight families to let her stay.
The paper cup slipped from her palm with a 'bang', and she turned to look at the statue of her sister Dumian on the mourning platform, knowing very well that if she continued to stay here, she was afraid that it would really become what they called the 'mourning hall'.
"It's really too much! Not only did he make a fuss in his sister's mourning hall, but he also had no respect for his elders, which was a shame! ”
"That's it, Twilight has such a sister, and she has been poured mold for eight lifetimes!"
Listening to the voices of discussion around him, Du Linchuan sighed, and his face was not too good-looking.
One is the eldest daughter who just passed away, and the other is the youngest daughter he just lost, and his mood at this moment is also more complicated.
"Shenshen, you go back to your house first-"
Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Twilight in front of the altar turned around in a deep and walked straight in the direction of the door, as if the existence of Twilight Linchuan was just a breath of air.
Du Linchuan was immediately stunned.
His eyebrows grew together, and he felt that this daughter seemed to have changed...... became cold and arrogant, and gradually felt alienated from his biological father.
Qin Liuli on the side looked at her husband's color, and immediately put on the appearance of a good wife and mother.
"You're busy here, I'll go see her."
The sound fell, and he hurriedly followed the twilight back and left the mourning hall.