Yin Linjiang clenched his fists, and his face was unconcealable anger.

Even if he has seen such things around him since he was a child, and the marriage of the two sisters was not absolutely voluntary at the beginning, he still didn't want to believe that this honest and honest man in front of him could do something to sell his daughter for his son.

Feng Jianguo shook his head, closed his eyes in pain, and his voice trembled slightly, "It was Lan'er who took the initiative to bring it up." ”

"But you didn't stop it, did you?" Ning Tingchen's cold voice sounded at the door.

Sui Bao was held in his arms, his little face was tense, and a pair of fists were clenched tightly because of anger.

She knew that Uncle Feng was an elder, and even if he was really wrong, she shouldn't say anything as a junior.

But when she thought of Feng Lan, who was pregnant with Liujia but was killed by her husband's domestic violence, she couldn't help it at all.

She asked angrily, "Why don't you believe Sister Feng Lan?" ”

"I ...... I didn't disbelieve her, I just ......" Feng Jianguo's expression panicked for a moment, wanting to explain.

But when he was angry with the old man, as if he could penetrate people's hearts, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

Lan'er is dead, and no matter how many reasons he finds now, it's an excuse.

Feng Jianguo lowered his head dejectedly, his eyes turned red for a moment, and he muttered: "It's my bad father who is not good, if Lan'er comes home for the first time and tells me that Liu Zhuang beats her, I can be tougher......"

"It's true that you're bad." Sui Bao had a cold little face, and spoke directly without any affection.

At the moment when she just entered the door, she saw Feng Lan, who had been standing in the courtyard crying sadly, and asked in disappointment why Feng Jianguo told her that she was going to teach Liu Zhuang a lesson, but she regretted it as soon as she arrived at the place.

She cried and said: "Dad, you either listened to me before and didn't make trouble, now the whole Liujia Village knows that I ran back to my parents' house to complain, and when I go home, Liu Zhuang will definitely beat me to death." ”

What did Feng Jianguo say at that time?

He said: "Don't cry first, stay at home for a while, and wait for Liu Zhuang to come to pick you up." ”

Feng Lan cried and said that she would not go back, she would not be able to live her life, she would divorce Liu Zhuang, and she also opened her collar to let him see the old injuries left by the beating before.

There is a noticeable depression in the collarbone, and there is a scar left by crooked stitches.

But Feng Jianguo didn't see it.

Because he felt that it was too embarrassing for his father to look at his daughter's body, he turned around when Feng Lan unbuttoned and loudly scolded her to put on her clothes, just in case someone happened to come over and see him lose his face.

But whenever he looks back, even if it is just a glance, he will know what kind of life is worse than death in the Liu family.

Sui Bao looked at Feng Jianguo, who covered his face in pain, as if he could escape the facts in this way, and said word by word: "Sister Feng Lan didn't dare to tell anyone if she was beaten again and again in the Liu family for the sake of your so-called face.

She didn't run back to complain at all, but to ask for help! ”

For the child in her belly, there is a way to live.

But such an opportunity was ruined on her father, who thought she was a relative, and had a heart for her son.

"Doll, you...... What do you say for help? Feng Jianguo looked up suddenly, tears rolling on his face.

The little milk group pursed her lips and wanted to speak, but Yin Linjiang took the first step and said, "Sui Bao, don't say it yet." ”

He was afraid that he would not be able to bear the truth.

Because he could see that Feng Jianguo's pain and stunned at the moment was not pretending, he really didn't know.

"Brother Lin Jiang, don't stop the doll, let her speak." Feng Jianguo said in a trembling voice.

Sui Bao didn't continue to speak, but frowned and asked coldly, "Do you really want to know?" ”

Feng Jianguo opened his mouth, he should have blurted out the words, but he didn't know why there was a moment of stuckness.

"Do you really want to know?" The voice echoed in my ears again, coming from all directions.

Without hesitation, he said, "I think." ”

Even if the little doll told him in the next second that his daughter's death was all because of his inaction, he had to know.

Because of countless unknown nights, he was haunted by nightmares, and as soon as he closed his eyes, Lan'er, whose eyes were bleeding and tearful, cried and asked him: "Dad, why don't you save me?" ”

If he could, he would have preferred that he was the one who was killed at that time.

A voice similar to a baby and an old man came, with a strong hatred, "She could have not died, but you killed her, how can you, an old immortal, still have the face to live in this world?" ”

"No, it's not." Although Feng Jianguo regrets it every time he thinks about it, he is not so confused that he will go down to accompany his daughter.

He also has a wife and a son to take care of.

The voice was still scolding, "You selfish ghost, you pushed your daughter into the fire pit alive for your son to go to school."

and refused to let her divorce because she was afraid that after her daughter's divorce, it would affect her son's marriage in the future.

It's you, you're the one who killed her and the baby in her womb! ”

Feng Jianguo's face was no longer bloodless, and he pursed his lips, wanting to say that this matter was indeed his fault, he should be damned, and suddenly heard a sharp little milk sound in his ears.

"Broken!"