Who wants to turn against their daughter for an outsider? However, how can such a deep hatred be brought by the word 'innocent'?

Who in this world can be truly innocent?

"I just want to ask you, are you planning to even recognize your home for?!" Yan Zhiwan roared.

Xia Tian hugged Mu Jinchen, his body trembled slightly, and he gritted his teeth and didn't dare to speak.

"Very good......" Yan Zhiwan took a step back, disappointed in Xia Tian's attitude.

It turns out that not every family can live in harmony and happiness. She tried, but it turned out that it didn't work. She stood on the dirt floor, standing in this place where a new factory was built under the special plate for her daughter to practice, and she felt extremely ironic.

She raised her hand and pointed outward, "Disappear from my eyes immediately, get out!" ”

She roared.

"Mom......"

"I don't want to see you, get out!"

Yan Zhiwan gritted her teeth, turned her back, and expressed her attitude with her actions. She didn't want to argue anymore, and she didn't want to continue to get angry.

Therefore, Xia Tian must go.

There is no room for negotiation.

Xia tilted her head, tears falling down. Mu Jinchen's current mental state can't quite understand the situation in front of him, but when he saw her crying, he felt distressed.

He raised his hand and helped her wipe her tears: "Dump, don't cry." ”

Xia Tian took his hand and hung it down.

"Mom, I'm sorry." She bent down and bowed to her mother, "I met Mu Jinchen when I was 12 years old, separated at the age of 20, we loved for eight years, separated for 5 years, and finally came together." I believe that he doesn't know anything about what happened back then, I believe that he will not become a person like Mu Liang, and I believe that he will not do anything to hurt me and the Yan family. I'm sorry I let you down. ”

Mu Liang is the name of Old Man Mu.

After speaking, she took a deep look at her mother's back and pulled Mu Jinchen away.

"Hehe, hehe......"

Yan Zhiwan suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing sarcastically and sadly, with an indescribable desolation.

As dusk fell, the afterglow dragged her figure for a long time. In such a desolate suburban development zone, on such a wide construction site, the cocoon stands alone.

What did she do wrong in her life?

Her husband left her, her parents died one after another, and even now, her daughter has followed the enemy.

She is the only one who stubbornly guards the family business and guards this bit of hatred.

But who cares?

She was suddenly tired.

The high heels could not be worn at all, and she simply kicked them away, and her feet stepped on the gravel road, and there was an unbearable pain in the heart of her fragile feet.

She had never felt such pain, never tried such an undignified walk.

From childhood to adulthood, she was proud, like a noble peacock. Her makeup has always been meticulous, her dressing has always been decent and generous, she never eats unappetizing dishes, never touches her lips with unclean water, and she maintains good manners even when childbirth is the most painful and unbearable.

However, her life is so bad.

Back in the car, her feet finally freed from the dirt and onto the soft blanket, she came back to her senses and looked at herself in the rearview mirror with her messy hair.

She suddenly found that she was old, and the corners of her eyes were tired, with faint fine lines.

She was almost fifty years old.

Driving home, my brother and sister-in-law had already prepared things to worship, made a large table of dishes, and waited for her to return.

"Sister, you're back, hey, what's the tilt?"