"I'm back." An Xiaxia said in a light tone, and entered the living room as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Song Zheng, the rhyme of Chu doesn't mean that an Xiaxia left home?

"Xia Xia, you..." Mr. Song is a little confused.

Chu Yun Mou across a trace of surprise, soon recovered as usual, soft voice said: "Xia Xia, you come back, eat?"

Ansha xiapi doesn't laugh, pretends not to hear.

Mr. Song frowned: "did you scold your aunt Chu?"

"I don't have one." An Xia Xia's face is full of innocence. Looking at Chu's rhyme, "did I scold you?"

Chuzhiyun ate a shrivel and smiled: "ha ha..."

A servant was in a hurry: "the eldest lady said in the morning that she was a junior!"

Anxia Xia blinked and looked at Mr. Song: "if I said this to someone else, it was a curse, but I said Aunt Chu, isn't that true? Since it's true, why insult me! "

Mr. Song's face was blue and white for a while: "don't make trouble without reason!"

The rhyme of Chu holds Mr. Song, and his eyes are red: "brother Huan I'll just leave. I'm not in good health. I'm in hospital again. I'll see her... "

"You'd better not come if you don't walk." Anshasha shrugs.

Now she understood that to be kind to the enemy was to push herself into danger!

Chu's rhyme wiped tears and walked away. Mr. Song said sadly, "Xia Xia, you don't mean to want your mother. I asked your aunt Chu to take care of you. Why don't you understand your father's pains?"

An Xiaxia was stunned: "my God, you let the junior come to be my mother? What do you think I am? "

There must be something wrong with Mr. Song's three views!

Mr. Song angrily brushed his sleeve and went back to his room with a cane.

Just now that servant also wants to leave, but was called by an Xiaxia: "wait a moment!"

When the servant turned around, he said yes: "Miss..."

"Do you know that I am the eldest lady of this family?" An Xiaxia smiled, "then you should know that my mother died early, so Why do you call another woman's wife? "

The servant shook: "but she is..."

"She's nothing!" An Xiaxia interrupts her, "she didn't marry Mr. Song again. There was no legal relationship. Mr. Song died. She didn't even get a cent!"

"Big miss, it's my fault..." The servant hurriedly apologized, and Anxia Xia sneered, "it's best to know that I'm wrong. Anyway, I'm idle. I have time to wrestle with you!"

She stepped upstairs, outside the room, and Chu Zhiyun listened to all those words.

Fist, tightly hold up, even fingernails into the palm are suddenly unaware.

-The next day, Songjiazhuang garden.

A pot of tea, a piece of cheese cake, a laptop, is all of Anxia's life.

She recently bored a new article, Mary Sue people see people love small suffer and snake spirit disease ten thousand people spit on small attack, cute and cheap people are popular.

After typing a chapter, she sent it out, and a male voice sounded behind her: "Miss Song used to be able to write, which is really versatile."

Pu -

anshasha was so scared that his tea came out.

Looking back, he is a strange man. He is tall, with well-balanced facial features, but he can't stop the ruffian like a little rascal.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Siyu." The man raised his lips. "Is tea good?"

Hey?

An Xiaxia suddenly felt that his eyelids were too heavy to lift. In front of him, it was dark and he fell down.