"She won't."

What a good thing it can be for parents who abandon their children in welfare homes.

Even if Sang Yu knew her background, Shen Su was sure that she would only treat them better.

At that time, she had a difficult birth, passed out in the operating room, and even the child in her womb could not be saved.

The husband was afraid that she would not be able to stand it after knowing the truth, so he and He Yun's grandfather thought of a way to bring back a baby from the welfare institute in other places.

This matter, her husband hid it from her for eight years, until the car accident that year, Sang Yu and he were sent to the hospital for rescue, and they urgently needed blood transfusion.

Under the double blow of her husband's death and her daughter's change to an adopted daughter, she was depressed for a long time, and finally under the guidance of her father, she gradually came out.

Shen Su didn't plan to treat Sang Yu differently, after all, it was the child she raised with all her heart, whether it was biological or not, she planned to treat Xiao Sang Yu as always.

Shen Ruoyu didn't know where she got her confidence, and snorted coldly: "If you want me to say, that girl is a harmful spirit, if it wasn't for her, would my brother-in-law be able to die......"

"Say no more!" Shen Su's voice was an octave higher, and even the tone of her voice trembled, and the backpack strap she was carrying in her hand was pulled tightly by her, and even her finger bones were white, obviously angry.

The two girls by the window in the corner were also attracted by the sound and cast their attention one after another.

Shen Ruoyu finally closed his mouth, and couldn't help but complain in his heart: It's been more than ten years, and when it comes to the cause of death that year, Shen Su still looks like this.

The feelings are so deep, why didn't he keep the festival for Sang Chengyuan, his husband remarried less than a year after he died, and now he is pretending to be affectionate here.

The atmosphere in the ward was awkward.

Sang Yu pushed open the door and walked in at this time.

She carried a white canvas bag, a simple black trench coat and boots, and she still looked good when she wore a simple dress.

"Hello auntie."

She greeted Shen Ruoyu, but the other party didn't speak, glanced at her, and said a short syllable like a charity in her nose.

Sang Yu was accustomed to it, and stepped forward to help Shen Su carry the suitcase: "Mom, I'll come, your waist is not good, don't lift heavy objects." ”

Shen Su's breath in his heart had not subsided, and when he saw his eldest daughter, he thought of his ex-husband who died in vain, and the anger in his chest became more and more uncomfortable.

She moved the bag to her side, just brushing Sang Yu's fingers: "No, I can." ”

Sang Yu paused, felt the unusual atmosphere in the room, lifted his eyelids, and his eyes fell on Shen Ruoyu.

You don't need to dig deep to guess that it must be Ms. Shen Ruoyu who said something to Shen Su again, every time she sees her, Shen Su always has to be depressed for a while.

Sang Yu didn't like the family.

Every time she met them, she had to be ridiculed by Shen Ruoyu with a gun and a stick, showing off how good her children were.

Sang Yu has long been surprised, for the sake of his relatives, he can hide if he can, and choke back if he can't.

"Hello cousin."

Zhao Qingqing was wearing a small fragrant skirt and stepped forward on delicate stiletto heels, and Sang Yu clearly felt her gaze falling on her, looking and exploring.

Sang Yu gave her the same way of greeting Shen Ruoyu as Shen Ruoyu, her head was held high, and she could only use her nostrils to look at people.

The corners of Zhao Qingqing's eyes twitched: "Cousin, are you going to work at the TV station with this bag on your back?" ”

Sang Yu lifted the canvas bag on his shoulder: "What's wrong, is there any problem?" Lightweight and can be loaded, if you like I'll give you one. ”

Shen Ruoyu's mocking voice sounded: "This bag is shabby to buy vegetables at our house, you can keep it yourself, the clear bag can fill a whole wardrobe, there is no shortage of you." ”

"Yes, cousin, you are working at the TV station now, why are you still dressed the same as before, and you won't be laughed at?" The corners of Zhao Qingqing's mouth pulled up a smile, and he turned sideways intentionally or unintentionally, revealing a corner of the bag he was carrying on his arm.

Hermes's pale purple kelly, the department's wealthy colleagues have exactly the same.

The price is 200,000 less.

Sang Yu's brows furrowed.

The Zhao family opened a small restaurant in the county seat, and the business was quite prosperous, and I heard that there were plans to open the store in the center of Lucheng City this year.

Compared with the He family's family conditions, it can be regarded as a street.

But no matter how rich it is, it is just a petty bourgeois family, how can it be willing to spend 200,000 yuan to buy a bag?

Looking at the color and texture of the bag, it is genuine.

Zhao Qingqing saw that Sang Yu didn't speak, thinking that he was embarrassed, and felt faceless, and his tone became more and more proud: "Cousin, if you don't have a suitable bag, you can tell me, anyway, my bag will be tired after carrying it once, and it is better to give it to you than to put it in the cabinet and eat ashes." ”

After speaking, he specially put the kelly bag on the lower abdomen, and the slender fingers tapped lightly on it, comfortable and proud.

He Yun bent down: "Sister Qingqing, your bag is so beautiful." ”

Zhao Qingqing raised his head proudly, seeing Sang Yu's eyebrows frowning, and staring at the bag in front of her, his heart became more and more beautiful.

She was immersed in the joy of embarrassing Sang Yu, and the next second, she heard a smile echoing: "Okay, it just happens that the canvas bag is tired of backing, this bag of yours looks good, give it to me." ”

The smile on Zhao Qingqing's face froze on his face, and he even forgot to maintain his expression management: "No...... I've only carried this bag for the first time. ”

"Didn't you just say that you get tired of carrying a bag once? Just send it to me, you don't have to take it back to press the bottom of the box. ”

Zhao Qingqing stabilized his expression that was about to collapse: "This bag is different, this is ......"

"Cousin won't be reluctant, right?" Sang Yu covered her mouth in surprise, her expression exaggerated, "Or just said that I was giving me a bag, just casually saying polite words." ”

She knocked on the door of her head, looking very annoyed: "Oh, look at me, I can't hear what I say, cousin, don't mind, I don't want it." ”

Zhao Qingqing's eyes twitched, and his expression changed from unnatural to extremely unnatural.

It was Shen Ruoyu who stood up to alleviate her embarrassment: "Of course what Qingqing said is true, but the bag she is carrying now has a special meaning for her, right...... Her boyfriend sent it, Xiaoyu wants a bag, and when we go back, we will send you a box. ”

Shen Ruoyu rolled his eyes, anyway, they were bags that he couldn't use in the Qing Dynasty for eight hundred years, and he originally planned to throw them away and give them to Sang Yuquan to donate to the poor in poor mountainous areas.

In addition to the old style and not bright color, those bags are not glued or dyed, which are hundreds of times better than the canvas bags on Sang Yu's back, and she is not sure how to thank them when she gets her fingers.

He Yun was more interested in Zhao Qingqing's love than Bao: "Qingqing, are you in love?" Why don't I know, you didn't tell me, what did he do? What does it look like? ”

Zhao Qingqing's eyes were slightly picked, and he was very proud: "His family runs a company, which is bigger than me, and this bag is what he gave me, 200,000 yuan, or the kind of 1:1 distribution, that is to say, in order to buy this bag, it cost 400,000 yuan." ”

"400,000, buy a bag?"

Shen Su, who had been silent, widened his eyes in surprise, staring at Bao with disapproval.

Shen Ruoyu saw that she had never seen the world, and sneered: "What do you think? Among the luxuries, many people work hard all their lives, and they may not be able to earn money in a bag. ”

Shen Suzhi shook his head: "I don't understand the life of a rich person. ”

……

In the living room of the Xie family.

Qi Mu'an, who was wearing a red dress and a long dress, sat on a leather sofa imported from Europe with a long string of bank flows.

Outside the window, the sun had set, and the sky was gradually darkening, only the last touch of orange red penetrated through the window, like a burning flame.

The remnant sun fell on Qi Mu'an's shoulder, scattered slightly on her face that had not seen the traces of time.

The maid Zhang's mother walked to the sofa and held a plate of melons and fruits in her hand: "Madam, I see that you haven't eaten a few bites of dinner, so let's eat some fruit and cushion it." ”

Qi Muan took a cup of tea and waved his hand: "I don't have an appetite, take it down." ”

Zhang's mother watched her grow up since she was a child, and she had long regarded her as her own daughter, knowing who Qi Mu'an's appetite was burdened by at the moment.

"Madam, you are a noble person, and you can't affect your appetite for the sake of the cheap hooves outside."

Qi Mu'an put down the teacup, his strength was not controlled, and half of it was sprinkled on the coffee table.

Her pupils emitted a sharp light, and a deep chill appeared in her eyes: "It's such a big deal, it's 400,000 as soon as you make a move." ”

Zhang's mother knew that Qi Mu'an was not distressed about money, and 400,000 yuan was tantamount to a drop in the bucket for the Xie family.

The rich wives usually win or lose by playing mahjong in the afternoon.

She is angry that money is spent on people who are not worth it.

Zhang's mother: "Men, how can there be anything that doesn't steal." ”

Qi Mu'an frowned tightly, feeling a sudden pain in his temples: "His vision has been getting worse and worse over the years, and in the early years, he chose at least some famous young actors, female Internet celebrities, but now it's good, he doesn't even pick the kind of goods that can't be on the stage, as long as it's a woman, he can get on it when he has a pair of breasts, hehe......"

A hint of gloom flashed in Qi Huai's eyes, and he turned his head to hold Zhang's mother's hand, and his tone was indescribably aggrieved: "Aunt Zhang, why?" He can even that kind of woman, why can't he look at me? What else do they have besides being young? ”

Mother Zhang looked distressed and shouted softly: "Miss." ”

This is what Qi Mu'an called when she was not married, and Zhang's mother called her when she was serving at Qi's house, which means that the two have an intimacy that is difficult for others to match.

"Actually, in the two years when you first married into the Xie family, my uncle was very good to you, everything went according to you, the two of them and He Meimei didn't know how many rich Mrs. Lucheng envied, but unfortunately, Mrs. ...... went, the lord also had an accident, so many things happened in the Qi family, and my uncle didn't have the same consideration for you as before, outsiders didn't know, and thought that your relationship was the same for ten years, but I was the one who has been with you, and I dare to say that no one knows more than me about the bitterness in your heart over the years. ”

Qi Mu'an's eyes were red, and Zhang's mother's words reminded her of her mother's death back then, her heart felt a sense of colic, and the strength of her whole body seemed to be instantly drained, covering her chest and bending down.

"It's all to blame on that slut mother and son."

"If it weren't for the slut interfering in the feelings of his parents and holding Qi Huai's wild seed to the door, how could my mother have relapsed from her old illness and died of emotional emotion."

Zhang's mother: "Yes, it's all their fault, why do you torture yourself because of them, that wild seed is alive and well now, and even sits in the position of the boss of the Qi Group, is he worthy?" ”

Qi Mu'an was emotional: "Of course he is not worthy." ”

Her dark eyes were deep, and her eyes seemed to be quenched with poisonous juice, cruel and dangerous.

Thinking that the results of the Qi family's generations of camps would finally fall into Qi Huai's hands, Qi Mu'an's heart seemed to be as uncomfortable as fire.

"Is he leaving next week?"

Zhang's mother nodded: "That's what the news from over there said, it was supposed to be Dr. Darff coming to China, but the equipment of the domestic hospital is not as complete as abroad, so I changed the itinerary and flew directly to France." ”

"What are the odds of success?"

"Less than thirty percent."

Qi Mu'an's expression eased slightly: "Heh, I want to see if God will bless him this time." ”