Quan Shao's new wife

Chapter 1180
I have no light.

I don't know why.

Talk to a friend.

In fact, it can't help at all.

Thought I'd get used to it.

It is a habit to have you.

You lived in my heart.

There is now an empty space.

It turns out that love hurts so much.

It is more difficult than imagined.

Tears are always disobedient.

Happiness hides silently.

Beach House.

"Hey, I just married into a wealthy family and fell off the branch within a few days. It seems that I am still lucky, and I don't have a wealthy family." 18-year-old Xie Qingqing said mockingly while looking at the computer: "It's hard to tell, but it's Koff."

"Qingqing, who taught you to take pleasure in other people's misfortunes!" Xie Zheng put down the book in his hand with a 'snap', and looked at his daughter and said sternly.

"I have parents but not mothers, so that's how it is." Xie Qingqing sneered, looking at Zeng Weiran who was sitting next to her father with a cautious but worried expression, and said sarcastically: "However, there is Zeng Weiran. It's better to be taught by my aunt than to have no mother at all, otherwise, wouldn't I want to be a surrogate for others?"

"Old Xie, I, I'm not feeling well, so I'm going back to my room first." Zeng Weiran looked at Xie Zheng and said in a low voice.

"Wei Ran, Qingqing's words are not well-bred. It's just that her mother passed away for so many years, and you are the one who took care of her. You have to bear some responsibility. Qingqing was not like this when she was a child." Xie Zheng looked at Zeng Weiran in a blink of an eye, and his condescending tone was So natural.

"I..." Zeng Weiran suddenly looked up at him - although her status in the family was not high, every time Xie Qingqing made things difficult, Xie Zheng would still defend her.

This time...

"Old Xie, are you blaming me?" Zeng Weiran looked at Xie Zheng a little hurt.

"It's not your fault, Wei Ran, you have to change. You are the hostess of this house now, so you have to put all your thoughts on the house." Xie Zheng looked at her and said seriously.

"You know the news about your daughter, and I'll give you a chance to recognize her; you gave up on yourself; since you gave up, don't always worry about it. You have to understand that people can't have both."

"I don't always think about it. Something happened to her. I just worry about it. When she is well, I can ignore it. Now she has something to do. As a mother, how can I pretend that nothing happened?" Zeng Weiran was a little excited, but he still restrained himself and argued.

"Then what do you want to do? Go see her? Or take her over?" Xie Zheng said coldly.

"I..." Zeng Weiran bit his lower lip tightly, looked at the almost angry Xie Zheng, and summoned up his courage to say, "I want to see her, she is alone, with a big belly and a child, so many People want to fight for property or something, she is still so young, she will definitely be bullied."

"Oh." Xie Qingqing, who was silent for a long time, suddenly said in a strange tone: "So I was worried that my sister would be bullied, and I don't know if my sister was bullied when she was so young, dragging her sister who was seriously ill. Come on."

Zeng Weiran's face couldn't help changing slightly, and he looked at Xie Zheng with pity.

"Now my sister is married to a rich husband. Although this husband is in jail, he has a lot of money left outside. Who is he? The boss of a listed company with a market value of 100 billion, one of the four major daily chemicals in the country. The rotten boat still has some nails, is Aunt Zeng trying to help me and my dad get some money back?"

Xie Qingqing smiled, closed the laptop, stood up, looked at Xie Zheng and said, "Dad, I said that Aunt Zeng really cares about our family. With such a stepmother, I really have to give her 32 likes!"

After finishing speaking, he took the bag thrown on the sofa, turned around and walked out: "Dad, I have an appointment with a classmate to do social practice, and I won't be back for a few days."

"Old Xie, I..." Zeng Weiran looked at Xie Zheng with embarrassment.

"You stay at home and don't go anywhere. I, Xie Zheng, can't afford to lose that person." Xie Zheng got up and stood up. After saying a word, he turned and walked upstairs. He stopped, turned around and said to Zeng Weiran: "I have an academic exchange meeting these two days, and I'm going out for a week, help me pack my luggage."

"Hey, good." Zeng Weiran lowered his head, rubbed his fingers for a long time, and finally succumbed to the habitual obedience of the past ten years - he has been a professor's wife for several years, but he still stays in the role of a servant in his bones.

Xie Zheng looked at her submissive, and couldn't help being annoyed in his heart—although he liked her loyal housekeeping, but as the wife of a professor, he still couldn't show her generously in front of his colleagues.

More importantly, ever since she found out about her daughter, her heart was not as good as before, and she only revolved around this family and him alone; Zeng Weiran, he was obviously dissatisfied.

"During the time I'm away, go to school to see Qingqing every day, don't let her play wild at school." Xie Zheng suppressed his dissatisfaction, and turned back to his desk to pack up his materials.

"En..." Zeng Weiran obediently responded, and skillfully helped him put a week's worth of luggage into the suitcase, drew a map of the divisions and placed it on the top floor, and then closed the suitcase.

"I'm going to make dinner." After Zeng Weiran packed her luggage, seeing that Xie Zheng didn't intend to talk to her, after greeting her, she went downstairs to the kitchen.

Through the window of the kitchen, looking at the sea in the distance, I suddenly felt a sense of sadness—the abandoned family and daughter ran away just for a way to survive and to have a bite to eat.

Humility up to today, it is impossible to recognize my daughter back, it is really like what Xie Zheng said - now that you have decided, just leave it completely, don't care, don't feel bad anymore?
Nuonuo, maybe you don't need a mother either; Nuonuo, I'm sorry...

The next day, City S.

"Hey, isn't this the fake bankrupt Mrs. Boss!"

"Yeah, yeah, my stomach is so big, and my husband is not around, it's so pitiful."

"What a pity, a 100 billion listed company lost less than 20 in the end, which is a huge profit."

"That's right, except that my husband is not around, this hair is worth more than our annual salary."

(End of this chapter)