In a small apartment in Qingyun City, He Xiaolu breathed a sigh of relief in front of the computer. It's finally done, and this is the design for her entry into the most authoritative international jewelry design competition next month. He Xiaolu is very satisfied with this set of works that have been sleepless in the past two months, and she must go to have a good meal at night to treat herself.

"Beauty answers the phone, beauty answers the phone......" The particularly narcissistic phone rang.

"Lulu baby, I'm in Qingyun City, come and pick up the car." As soon as Lin Yiyi's explosion sounded, He Xiaolu immediately kept the phone away from her ears.

"Dead woman, don't say it in advance, are you at the station? Hongu will pick you up right away. ”

Thinking of Lin Yiyi, the corners of He Xiaolu's mouth curled slightly. If I hadn't had this dead friend in the past few years, I probably wouldn't have lived with such a good attitude.

Two years ago, He Xiaolu graduated from university, and He Xiaolu was still called Ji Xiaolu at that time. A set of design drawings called Warm Love, won the first place in the national jewelry design competition for the first time, and her father Ji Haiting asked her to bring the design drawings home, and said that she would be arranged to work in the design department of Ji's Pearl in his own home. The Ji family's Ji Mingzhu is also a large-scale jewelry company in Gaolong City.

Ji Xiaolu knew that her father only had her half-sister in his eyes, and he never liked herself. After three years of college, I only went home once in my freshman year, and when I think of what happened when I went home, I still can't stop hating it.

When I got home, when I passed by the so-called sister Ji Keer's room, I only heard Ji Keer's mother and her stepmother Wang Li say: "Ke'er, this time Ji Xiaolu came back, you put her in line with Ji's Pearl to do the design, and when you get to Ji's Mingzhu, it's not up to you to have the final say, you want her to be round, you want her to be flat, don't she just get the first, why are you angry." ”

"Mom, although Dad has hated her all these years, what if Dad thinks she has talent now and reuses her?"

"Reuse her? You're thinking too much. Although she was born to your father, your father never hurt her daughter, if it weren't for your father's family property for her slut mother's property, he wouldn't have married that slut and gave birth to her. We won't have eight years without a name. ”

"But Mom, even so, if it weren't for her slut mother who died early, Dad wouldn't have left and married you, who knows if Dad has her in his heart."

"If your dad liked that slut, he wouldn't insist on a glass of milk a day for five years and let that slut return to the West."

"Mom, what did you say? What do you mean? ”

"It's nothing, you just need to know that your dad loves you the most." Wang Li hid her face with ruthlessness.

Ji Xiaolu quietly returned to her room, the amount of information she heard today was too amazing, she needed to digest it well. The sentence "I won't insist on a glass of milk a day for five years, so that the slut will return to the West", put it in her ear over and over again.

Ji Xiaolu's grandfather He Gang's enterprise was also a big enterprise in Gaolong City, her grandfather was middle-aged and widowed, and her mother He Xinmiao was a daughter, Ji Xiaolu was one year old, her grandfather died in a car accident, and her mother also died of illness when she was five years old. Two months after He Xinmiao's death, Ji Haiting transferred He's enterprise to his own name, changed its name to Ji's enterprise, and married Wang Li.

After Wang Li took Ji Keer to live in Ji's house, Ji's father didn't see Ji Xiaolu squarely. Ji Xiaolu always thought that her mother couldn't afford to get sick after giving birth to her, and it was her arrival that killed her mother, so her father didn't treat her.

Now that I think about all this, I realize that it seems that this is not the case. Ji Keer is three years older than herself, which shows that Ji's father and Wang Li were together long before Ji's father and mother got married. Only two months after his mother's death, Ji's father couldn't wait to marry Wang Li into the door, and directly renamed his grandfather's company Ji's, which was really scary.

Ji Xiaolu always knew that her father didn't like her, she was also his daughter, and the treatment between herself and Ji Keer was really different.

After thinking about it, I decided to probe Ji's father's tone.

In the evening, Ji Xiaolu went to Ji's father's study. Father Ji glanced at this daughter who had not been seen since she was a child, and really didn't expect to inherit her mother's design talent.

"Xiaolu, you have also graduated. Tomorrow, I'll bring your award-winning design to work. Give the blueprint to your sister, and your sister will work for you according to the arrangement. Father Ji said coldly.

"Dad, I've been thinking about one thing when I come home today." Ji Xiaolu looked at Father Ji coldly.

"What's the matter?" Father Ji raised his head and frowned.

"I'm wondering how patient you had to be to be able to stay strong for five years, and every night I drank my mother a glass of poisoned milk and let her die of illness."

"How do you know," Father Ji panicked, realized that he had missed his mouth, and immediately adjusted and reprimanded loudly, "What nonsense are you talking about, your mother died of illness, how did you hear that I was poisoned." ”

"You're panicking, my father. You don't care where I hear it, but if you do, someone will know. Ji Xiaolu can already affirm this fact.

"What evidence do you have?" The ruthlessness on Ji's father's face flashed, how ridiculous it seemed to Ji Xiaolu, it turned out that her father really never treated her as a daughter.

"If I had proof, you wouldn't be sitting here, you're in prison right now." After speaking, Ji Xiaolu turned around and left. Behind him, there was the roar of Ji's father: "Rebel girl, you just remember your dead mother, Lao Tzu still raised your father for twenty-three years, don't forget your surname Ji." ”

Ji Xiaolu stopped when she heard this, and turned to look at Ji's father, "I don't have a father like you who kills people for money, and since you sold me for a contract three years ago, you are not worthy of being my father." ”