Qin Tianyang looked at his daughter's figure running out quickly, "What's wrong with Xuan Xuan's child?" ”

"Who knows what's wrong with her." Qin's mother snorted, and couldn't help but reproach her husband, "I told you not to bring this oil bottle back, but you just didn't listen, she is now admitted to college, and the family will waste a lot of money in vain." ”

"Xuan Xuan is a kind-hearted and filial child, we provide for her to go to school, treat her well, and when she has a future in the future, she will repay us well."

“……”

Qin's mother said that she couldn't help her husband, so she was silent.

After coming out of the house, Qin Nianxuan walked to the road alone, sitting under the ginkgo tree on the side of the road, his head buried in his knees, and his little shoulders trembled.

When she was a child, her mother beat her and scolded her, and she would come here alone, sitting under the tree and crying, if there was anything to worry about, she would also take a picture album and a paintbrush, and sit quietly under the tall and thick ginkgo tree to paint.

It seems that as long as you come here, all the sadness and sadness will disappear.

Not far away, a black Bugatti Veyron gradually approached, the man sitting in the car, with a perfect and impeccable face, thin lips coldly pursed, a tall nose, gray-blue eyes are very sharp, the man's whole body exudes a domineering and powerful aura, the aura of the king of the world makes the air around him seem to be condensed.

"Young master, the eldest young master called before, and he asked you, do you want to go to the old man's birthday dinner?" The person who spoke was Jue Xichen's personal driver.

“……”

The man pursed his lips and didn't speak, but there was a touch of coldness in his eyes.

The old man has always lived in London, England, but this time, he chose to hold a birthday dinner in Z City.

It seems to be coming directly at him.

"Father's birthday dinner, how can I, as a son, not go?" He smiled coldly.

He wanted to see what the old man wanted to do.

The car drove in front of Qin Nianxuan, Jue Xichen closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, not seeing the small figure outside the car window.

In the evening, Qin Nianxuan went back to her room to read after washing the dishes.

Father Qin pushed the door in and came in to find her.

"Xuan Xuan, did you quarrel with your mother again today?" Father Qin asked her gently.

"Nope." She lowered her eyelids and shook her head.

"Your mother does hurt people sometimes, but she is also unintentional, don't hate her."

"Well, I don't hate her."

She never hated her mother, and although her mother didn't like her, she still retained that love for her family in her heart.

The daughter is so sensible, and Qin's father said that he was very pleased.

The next day, her best friend called and asked her out for hot pot.

She made breakfast before going out, and her best friend drove her boyfriend's car to pick her up.

When I got downstairs, I saw my best friend leaning on the car door, her hands around her chest, and she was full of royal sisters.

"Yan Yan." She smiled and walked over.

Tong Yan tilted her head and smiled, and when she saw the scar on her forehead, her brows furrowed, "Your mother beat you again?" ”

"Nope." She smiled and shook her head, but there was always a hint of bitterness in that smile, "I accidentally hit the door and broke it." ”

"Don't speak for your vicious stepmother, she must have beaten you again, didn't she?"

"Yan Yan, she's not my stepmother." Qin Nianxuan said helplessly.

"Do you see her treating you like a mother?"

is either beating or scolding, which mother's mother would treat her daughter like this?

"But she's still my mom."

The implication is that she has no choice, no matter how bad her mother treats her, she can only endure it.

She has been living under one roof for so many years, and she is used to it.

Although she still feels heartache and discomfort sometimes, she is also used to this kind of life.

Tong Yan asked her to move out before, but she didn't agree, because after all, it was the home she had lived in for more than ten years, and she was reluctant to leave.

"You are soft-hearted, if it were me, whether she was my own mother or not, Lao Tzu would still kill her."

“……”

She smiled and didn't respond.

Yan Yan and her are two personalities, one is as weak as a little white rabbit, and the other is a standard royal sister.