Chapter 107: You Aren't Worthy Of Being My Mother

"Mom, don't be angry, don't be angry, my sister didn't mean to say that." Ji Xiangwan interrupted halfway, so Tong Jing stopped a little and didn't argue too much with Xia Miao.

Xia Miao was really not much touched except for the cold eyes in his eyes.

Something is lost and you never want to get it back.

Ji Xiangwan immediately changed, took the red wine on the side and handed it to Xia Miao: "Sister, don't be angry, this is brought back by my father, the best red wine, you drink it to see if it suits your taste." ”

She stretched out her hand and handed it to Xia Miao, Xia Miao's eyes glanced at her face, and noticed that there was a trace of luck, the bright red liquid, the noble red wine glass, but it was contaminated with a fishy smell.

Behind the seemingly enthusiasm, I secretly checked a lot of careful thoughts, I don't know if I want her to be allergic, or I want to take the opportunity......

Xia Miao stretched out her hand and waved, and the cups all hit Ji Xiangwan's body, dyeing her favorite skirt red.

"Ah, sister, how did I provoke you, I just kindly let you taste the wine you haven't usually drunk!" Ji Xiangwan was pitiful and aggrieved, and mocked her for being too poor and had never drunk expensive wine.

"Xia Miao." Tong Jing got up angrily and glared at her viciously: "I still want to bully Wan'er in front of me, who gave you such a bold son!" ”

The more fierce the scolding, the more majestic Xia Miao became: "Does the ill-intentioned wine want to disfigure me, or wait for me to explode?" But you should be trying to put me in a dilemma, and the worst result is to lose my temper in front of everyone and bully you, right? ”

"Sister, how can I be as bad as you say." Ji Xiangwan had tears in her eyes: "I didn't want to ruin my sister's appearance, and I didn't want to embarrass you." ”

"Xia Miao, don't deceive people too much, Wan'er is not as vicious as you!" Tong Jing scolded sharply, frowned and said, "Wan'er, you don't have such a sister, Xia Miao, you get out of here, you are not welcome in our family!" ”

"Tong Jing." Ji Yuanchun just wanted to remake Xia Miao's favorite dish for Xia Miao, but she heard Tong Jing scolding Xia Miao, and hurriedly interrupted: "What are you arguing with Miao?" ”

Tong Jing broke the jar and broke: "You are a broom star, you killed your father, and you also hurt me, and you want to destroy Wan'er, why didn't you drown back then!" ”

Broom star?

Didn't drown?

Hehe, the words are really unpleasant.

Xia Miao didn't think that as a mother, she would say such vicious words, she tried to calm herself, her fingers clenched and quickly pinched into the flesh, there is no cost to hurt people, if she doesn't really care, she can't touch her heart, there is a slight sting, she is a broom star, she killed her father, she was so young, how could she kill her father and hurt people......

"Tong Jing, how do you talk, you are still young, what did you do wrong, after all, she is your daughter."

"She's not, I don't have such a daughter!" Tong Jing said loudly and quarreled with Ji Yuanchun.

This scene made her numb to the point of heartbreak, and the corners of her mouth hooked up with a touch of ridicule.

What she hates the most is quarreling, she hates it from the bottom of her heart, she raised her head slightly, looked at the so-called mother, looked at the so-called family, it was too ironic, Xia Miao suddenly laughed, they quarreled so happily, and it was within her power to hurt others, and she didn't need to look back.

"I never dared to think that my mother was so disgusting. I don't rarely enter this house, because I hate you, selfish, mean, take so much from me, but never give me care, and you don't deserve to be my mother. ”

After speaking, Xia Miao left indifferently.

didn't look back, the long hair was flowing, disdainful, sneering, and the stiff back was prouder than anyone else, which shocked them for a moment, maybe they didn't think that Xia Miao would say this, so cold and hard, completely different from the past.