After three names, after more than ten minutes, I didn't see Wu E's next note.

"Jiajia, this page seems a little strange." Xiao Zhu shouted.

Xie Pujia took the book and put it on her lap.

There was no word on this page, and Xie Pujia's expression was puzzled.

Xiao Zhu: "You touch it." ”

Xie Pujia listened to her words, reached out and touched the page, which was a little mottled and not as smooth as other pages.

She picked up the book and looked closely at the brightest spot, and it was obvious that there were signs of wetting under the page.

Was it water splashed on it, or was it wet with tears?

Turning two pages back, I really saw Wu E's words again.

【Devil】

Just two words.

Xie Pujia handed the book back to Xiao Zhu and motioned for her to continue.

The two flipped through it, but Yang Xinran became more and more uneasy, she clenched her fists tightly, looking nervous.

"Xinran, I mentioned you here again." Xiao Zhu opened his mouth and showed the content in front of the little girl.

Xin Ran raised her head, and a few words appeared in her sight.

[Xinran, what should I do]

This time it's not just one or two words, it's a whole sentence.

Xin Ran couldn't hold back, she "pounced", and her legs fell limply to the feet of Xie Pujia, who was in a wheelchair.

"Sister, I—I have something to say!"

Xie Pujia looked at the little girl, "Sister Xiaozhu, help her up." ”

Xiao Zhu did so.

I saw Xin Ran sobbing and choking, and said incoherently: "Sister, in the past six months, someone has always come to my house."

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Xie Pujia listened to the little girl's narration, recorded the conversation between the two, and took the three books left by Wu E, preparing to leave the Yang family.

Xinran trembled and looked at her blankly.

Xie Pujia touched the little girl's head.

"Xinran, don't be afraid, my sister is here, don't worry, when your mother's matter is resolved, my sister will find you a good place to go, and she won't let you become a child without a home, you have to believe in yourself, the next time the police ask you for questioning, my sister hopes that you can also be like today, bravely tell the police uncle everything completely."

After speaking, he added: "Your grandparents are in other provinces, I will find a way to contact, no matter what the attitude of the two of them is, my sister will help you without hesitation, you are the one with the backing, don't be afraid." ”

Hearing this, Xinran hugged her awkwardly, but she didn't grasp the force point, and touched Xie Pujia's injury, and she subconsciously groaned in pain.

"I'm sorry, sister!"

Xin Ran stood up in a panic and moved away from Xie Pujia at a loss.

"It's okay, my sister didn't blame you, don't panic."

The tone was gentle and kind, which made Xin Ran a little less nervous.

"Xinran just need to remember, don't show their stuffing these days to let them find flaws, protect yourself from injury, if you find that something is wrong with the Yang family, you must shout loudly and run out, as long as you move a little louder, my sister will definitely come to save you."

Getting the promise, Xin Ran nodded vigorously.

"Okay."

Leaving the Yang family, Xie Pujia's mood was not very relaxed, she held three books in her arms and let out a long breath of turbidity.

Xiao Zhu looked at her expression and sighed.

"It's a poor boy."

Wu E really poured blood mold for eight lifetimes to marry into this family, and took her life into it.

Xie Pujia closed her eyes, and her thoughts were mixed.

Wu E in this life is Zhou Chunyan, who has not left the Xie family in her previous life, pregnant with a child, one corpse and two lives, and even her past experience, compared with Zhou Chunyan, is as good as Zhou Chunyan's.

Suddenly opened his eyes, and Xie Pujia's eyes had regained clarity.

In any case, she will not let Yang Xinran become her second self in her previous life!

The Yang family and Zuo Liang did not negotiate, the mediator asked them to discuss coming back every few days, the attitude of the Yang family has always been firm, and they must compensate 800,000 yuan, and Zuo Liang's side really can't get 800,000 yuan, except for a car in his name, all the others have been replaced with liquid funds to open a store, even if they go to borrow to make up, they can only compensate 400,000 at most, and the remaining half is really powerless.

The lawyers on both sides pulled again, so they could only go back to discuss.

When the Yang family left, they let go of the cruel words and asked Zuo Liang to raise money, and if they didn't see the money in the next meeting, they would directly let him go to jail.

At around three o'clock, the Yang family was ready to leave for home.

On the way, they met an old man riding a tricycle and crashed into their car, but the other party was lying on the ground and blackmailed them.

The trio didn't go home until eight o'clock in the evening.

"Dead girl, is the meal ready!"

"It's done, I'll serve it." Seeing his family, Xinran returned to his only appearance.

Father Yang looked at his daughter, as if he saw his deceased wife through her face, and he was angry, and directly pinched the tender flesh on the inside of her arm.

"Dead girl, you have a virtue with your mother, a slut!"

Xin Ran's painful face was distorted, but she didn't dare to reply to the pain.

"Why don't you hurry up and serve food, I'm starving." It was Grandma Xinran who spoke.

"Fry some peanuts, I'll drink." This is Grandpa Xinran.

Xin Ran shrank her head, didn't dare to delay for a moment, and went to the kitchen to work.

After the three of them were full of wine and food, they urged Xin Ran to clean up the table and chopsticks, and they wanted to continue playing cards.

Xin Ran quickly wiped the table clean, took out the poker from under the TV cabinet and put it lightly between the three people, and then poured water and melon seeds for the three of them in turn, and after doing all this, he went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes and clean up.

It's like a little babysitter.

The three of them didn't notice her abnormality at all, and as usual, they discussed Wu E's compensation while playing cards.

Father Yang: "That man really can't take out 800,000, what should I do?" ”

Grandma Yang: "Do you believe that he is, the owner of such a big hotel can't give 800,000 yuan?" Well, we can't compromise. ”

Grandpa Yang: "That is, there happened to be an accident in their hotel, and it is not natural to ask them for money?" His family's business is so good, he queues up every day, how can he not get 800,000 yuan? must have bought off the police and deceived us together. ”

Hearing what his parents said, Father Yang nodded, took a puff of cigarette, and dusted off the ashes in his hand.

"Fucking liar Lao Tzu is still acting here, I should have asked for more in the first place, I wanted them a million, phew!"

Grandma Yang: "800,000 is not a lot, or E's life is worth money, I knew that her life was so valuable, we should-"

"Shh

Father Yang immediately spoke out to stop Grandma Yang's next words, he pointed to the kitchen, meaning that Xin Ran is still there, pay attention.

And Grandpa Yang drank a lot of wine with peanuts at night, and was a little delirious, not seeing his son's movements, and speaking freely.

"She should have been killed a long time ago, and she has no one to support her anyway, who can come to us to settle accounts?"

Father Yang glanced at the kitchen, didn't see his daughter's figure, and thought about it, his daughter was too young and timid to be much bigger than a mouse, so she shouldn't understand this, so she stopped caring about her father and went as he said.

Today's second update~

Small Theatre:

Xie Pujia: Dragging the sick body around to solve the case is miserable.

Zuo Liang: I haven't made money yet and started to lose money, which is miserable.

Xie Pujia (crossed waist, pointing): You didn't want to install a few more cameras at the beginning, something happened#¥*#@&

Zuo Liang: It's true that he doesn't have a bad temper

Xie Pujia: Huh?

Zhou Chunyan: Huh?

Left Liang (bitter gourd face): Manually recall a message.