Be a scholar after rebirth

Chapter 170 Let Sichan die in the right place
"How do you collect it?" An Tianxiang's eyes widened, "What did you collect the tuition fee for in Yingying's room?"

Qiao Hui said as a matter of course: "The most valuable thing in our house must be in Anying's room. Sichan was not a painter before, and she just won an award before the car accident, and her master is the famous painter Tan Sitong you mentioned Well, she must have left more than one painting for An Ying.

There must be something else, let's just take one out and sell it, it's fine, it won't even sell for 8000 yuan, right?You guys are boasting so well, otherwise, let’s just say it’s Tan Sitong’s painting, and it will definitely sell a little more than Sichan’s painting. "

Qiao Hui took it for granted.

However, An Tianxiang's eyeballs almost fell out of shock. He didn't know what kind of woman he married. If she was just uneducated, that's all.

Qiao Hui was still flipping through An Ying's room, and An Tianxiang was already annoyed, "Qiao Hui, have you had enough trouble? If you are uneducated, you are uneducated. What are you pretending to do here? Do you think everyone else is like you?" Same, don’t you know anything? I used to hold Sichan’s painting and said it was painted by Ning Ning, but now I want to find Sichan’s painting and say it was painted by Master Tan. What is going on in your mind all day? These things are Is that what you say?"

"Isn't Sichan the apprentice of that Tan Sitong? There must be similarities in their paintings. I don't understand why." Qiao Hui continued to argue, "Aren't you reluctant to part with a painting by Sichan? If you're dead, what's the use of keeping your paintings, it's better to let these paintings play their best role, and let Sichan die well."

"You, are you talking in human terms? Don't say that Yingying doesn't have paintings of meditation, even if there are, it's not for you to spoil them like this." An Tianxiang's face turned green with anger, this Qiao Hui is really getting worse portion.

Sichan left a painting for Yingying at the beginning, and the mother and daughter destroyed that painting that day, Yingying almost died of sadness, and now she still wants to make trouble here.

An Tianxiang stretched out his hand to pull Qiao Hui, "Go out, don't stay in Yingying's room."

Qiao Hui stared at An Tianxiang, "An Tianxiang, when I marry you, I'm from the An family. I'm staying in my own home now. Why don't you let me stay?"

An Ning heard her parents quarreling again, it seemed that her father did not raise enough tuition fees for her, and her mother wanted to sell Yan Sichan's paintings, but her father refused.

An Ning stood at the door with tears in her eyes, "Dad, Mom, stop arguing, Dad won't let us touch my sister's things, so you don't want to. I already knew that Dad didn't want me to go to a key high school. Dad only has a sister in his heart, and he didn't regard me as his own daughter at all. I'm so stupid. I always thought that I have a father. I finally have a father. I can be like others. I have a father who loves me and a mother who loves me. Ridiculous."

After finishing speaking, An Ning turned around, cried and ran out.

An Tianxiang and Qiao Hui were dumbfounded.

Qiao Hui stared at An Tianxiang, "Look, look, Lao An, I'm not talking about you, since you've worked so hard to earn more than half of Ningning's money, why bother for this mere 8000 yuan made Ning Ning so sad, I know you must have Ning Ning in your heart, otherwise you would not be able to spend so much effort to make money, but now it is all right, let Ning Ning misunderstand, she must I thought you only loved Yingying's daughter, not her."

(End of this chapter)