How can a biological father threaten his daughter with such a thing?

"Dad is just reminding you that you don't have any school to go to now, but if you agree, then Dad will immediately transfer you to Saint Siya Business School, and you can go to Saint Siya Academy tomorrow without having to stay in this kind of ordinary high school."

Saint Siya Business School is one of the top aristocratic colleges in the country, and the tuition fee for one semester alone is enough to make many people stop.

Xiyan held her little hand, not convinced at all!

She was a very stubborn person, and she still said resolutely, "I said, I won't go." ”

The woman who hurt her mother to become a vegetative person, the woman who hurt herself to have nothing...

She doesn't want to do anything for such a woman!

It's a matter of principle!

"Xia Xiyan!" Xia Zhengxiong's ugly face was finally revealed, and he slapped the table and stood up, "I raised you to such a big age, and I can't ask you for such a trivial matter?!" Do you still have a little conscience? Even if I raise a dog, I should know how to be grateful when I grow up, right? Let me tell you clearly, if you don't go, you don't want to get another cent from me for your mother's surgery fee! She's going to have surgery next month, right? Without money, I see how you can feed that woman! ”

This sentence really poked at Xiyan's soft underbelly.

Oh shit, she really wants to kill someone now!!

She bit her lower lip, her lips white, and her chest heaved violently.

Half a ring, finally succumbing.

For their own mothers.

"Okay, I'll go."

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Imperial Manor.

The interior decoration of the Oujia villa is luxurious, and the place that catches the eye is like an oil painting, every detail is extremely delicate, and even a small ornament can see the owner's taste.

At the European-style long table, a distinguished young man was sitting there elegantly, eating slowly.

Today's lunch is Chinese, with rice and N multi-dish stir-fried dishes.

Ou Jue took a sip of the soup elegantly, and glanced at the child sitting next to him who was holding his cheeks and poking the rice with chopsticks.

"Ou Xiaoluo, are you counting rice grains and playing?"

"Wow, brother, how do you know? Lolo is good at math! I'll show you the numbers......" Luo Luo said as he transported all the rice in his bowl to his brother's bowl in a serious manner, still muttering, "1, 2, 3......"

Syllable.

Ou Jue pressed the chopsticks on the bowl and leaned against the back of the chair behind him and looked at him with his hands folded.

"Uh." Luo Luo shook his small body, sat back quietly, put his hands on his lap, and looked well-behaved.

"Why don't you keep counting?" Ou Jue's voice was cold and sexy, "What did you say when you were in the hospital yesterday?" No picky eaters for a month. ”

"Huh? Yes? Luo Luo only remembers that he hit his head, and he doesn't remember a lot of things! ”

"Oh? Is it? Then you'd better forget about that woman, you'll never see her again in your life. ”

Luo Luo hurriedly looked at his brother, saw his brother's cold face, sniffed aggrievedly, and then raised his head and cried, "Brother is a bad guy, you know how to bully Luo Luo...... Whining...... I don't want my brother anymore! ”

Luo Luo is the kind of magical child who doesn't cry, cry amazingly and can't stop, it's useless to say anything.

Oujue, an omnipotent teenager, is probably the worst at dealing with children.

He held his forehead with a headache, and then looked coldly at the servant on the side, "Are you all sculptures?" What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you coax?! ”