Song Hui was very irritable: "When we took Xiaoyu away, he didn't leave anything except money and a phone." After making such a cold phone call, it's the same thing whether he recognizes us or not! I thought...... Contact him first, the set is close, and then talk about Xiaoyu, the phone has been busy...... It turns out that now it's good, he's on TV! Our plans are all in vain! ”

Tian Xiao'e patted her son's swaddling clothes: "The head of the house, I think it's a little bad, Mr. Song is also a little broken!" That's a D product! He has been reselling for so many years and making so much money, and he doesn't know how to leave a little for his own daughter. ”

"Keep a yarn! What's in your head? Just thinking about money! Do you know that this matter is involved, and even we may be sent in! ”

Tian Xiao'e was taken aback: "Huh? What does it have to do with us? ”

"Although we are in a small town, we also know how strict the state is in investigating the D product! He's in now, and the news only says that he's been trading D for years. How many years are these years? If it had been seven years ago, it might have involved us together! ”

Tian Xiao'e still didn't understand.

"The 500,000!" Song Hui reminded, "Even now, 500,000 is not a small amount!" Not to mention seven years ago? There is such a large amount of money in the bank card, if the police check it, how can we explain it? ”

"I-" Tian Xiao'e thought for a moment and gritted her teeth, "What is there to explain, tell the truth!" The surnamed Song himself gave the child to us, and we didn't steal it! The police can't rely on the evidence of transfer to arrest people directly. ”

Song Hui sneered: "You think things are so easy? Stained with D products, every one of his income will be clearly investigated, and it is only a matter of time before we are found by the police! ”

Tian Xiao'e lowered her eyelashes and was silent.

She looked down at Song Xiaoye's sleeping little face, and somehow, suddenly remembered the way Song Xiaoyu had just hugged her home.

"The ...... of the house Why don't you ......" Tian Xiao'e patted her son's quilt, "Let's send Xiaoyu back?" ”

"Are you crazy?"

Tian Xiao'e shook her head slowly: "The surname Song said at the beginning that his wife was having an affair and the child he gave birth to was not his, so let's take Xiaoyu, a wild seed, away." Now think about it...... How true is what he said? Perhaps, what bad thing did he secretly do himself? ”

"We didn't have a son at that time, and my heart hurt a lot, he helped us pay for the medical bills and gave us 500,000 yuan...... When I went home with Xiaoyu in my arms, I was actually a little happy in my heart......"

"When I get home, your mother, your sister, my parents, and my brother...... They all came to us to ask for money...... The more you use it, the less you use it...... Hua'er is sick again, I watch Hua'er feel uncomfortable day by day, but Xiaoyu is healthy and alive, I always feel that she brought the illness to Hua'er, and it is getting worse and worse for her......"

"But Xiaoyu has been really filial to us all these years, who in the village doesn't say a good word about her? If you think about it carefully, none of the 500,000 surnamed Song was used on Xiaoyu...... Does her own mother know about this? If so, what would happen to us? ”

Song Hui had never considered this, and for a while, he was stunned by Tian Xiao'e's thoughts.

"If her own mother is ruthless and doesn't want this child, let's take Xiaoyu back. If her own mother had been kept in the dark and known that her daughter had lived in our house for seven years, nothing would necessarily have happened......" (end of this chapter)