The lucky pregnant young lady of rebirth

Chapter 47
She wished she could kill Zhou's family and make a mess, and thought of Tang Qiaoxin's stomach again.

Wang Qingyue was even more furious. If she had known this little goblin had it, she would have kicked it right away.

What are you proud of? It's just that there is an extra piece of meat in your stomach.It's not that An An can't have children, it's just that it's more difficult to conceive.

The dragon begets the dragon, the phoenix begets the phoenix, and the son of the mouse can make holes.

As for Tang Qiaoxin, a vicious and dishonest mistress, the child will definitely not be a good person after birth.

It looks like a flower on weekdays.It seems to fall when the wind blows.Pulling people's hair, but there is no softness in the slightest.When An An was around, he didn't know how many benefits he had cheated from An An.

Fortunately, for An An's sake, she always regarded her as half her own daughter. She was really blind.

An An must have been killed by this pair of dogs and men. The old Xia family has always treated people generously.No evil has been done, no matter how good a person is, he will not end well.

The Zhou family is now a villain, and An An's hard-working company has taken advantage of them.Zhou Hong, a hypocritical bastard, let him take all the benefits.

Wang Qingyue couldn't figure it out, could it really be that old saying.Good people don't live forever, but disasters last for thousands of years.

If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have taught An An the bullshit that suffering is a blessing.

"Don't think too much about it. An'an has a spirit in the sky and definitely doesn't want to see you like this. It's not that there will be no retribution, but it's just that the time hasn't come. Zhou Hong and Tang Qiaoxin will treat An An like this, and it will definitely not last for a long time in the future."

Xia Guohua also felt uncomfortable seeing his wife like this.

It's not that he doesn't want to avenge An'an and trouble the Zhou family.But because there is no evidence to prove that An An's death is related to Zhou Hong.

Now is the rule of law society, everything must be based on evidence.It's okay to go to Zhou's family directly and risk his life.But leaving Qingyue alone, Xia Guohua can't rest assured.

Patiently comforting, he knocked out his bloody teeth and swallowed it in his stomach.

"Mom..."

Just arrived at the door, hesitating how to speak.I heard my mother sobbing and yelling from the room, and my warm mood was cast a shadow.

Hearing her father's deep persuasion at the tip of her ears, Wenxin couldn't help but her eyes turned red.

She is so unfilial, causing my parents to worry about her affairs even though they are old.

Sucking his nose, he raised his head to force back the tears.Taking a deep breath, Wen Xin opened her throat and shouted softly when her mood recovered.

"Is Uncle Xia at home?"

"Lao Xia is going to see who is looking for you."

The countryside is no more particular than the city, and the gates are generally not closed tightly.

With injuries still on her face, Wang Qingyue didn't want people to see a joke, so she urged Xia Guohua to go out of the house to check.

"At home, are you?"

The voice sounded familiar, and when he came out of the house, he immediately saw the beautiful girl standing at the door of his house.Frowning in doubt, Xia Guohua didn't know such a person in his impression.

"Uncle Xia is me. I talked to you on the phone before. My name is Xia Wenxin, and I'm An An's friend. I heard that something happened to my aunt on the phone. I came here to see if there was anything wrong with my aunt."

After finally meeting her father, Wen Xin was so excited that she died.I really want to rush up and hug my dad for comfort, but I have to change my identity, and I can't act like a baby with my dad without any scruples like before.

With a keen eye, I found that my father seemed to be much older and haggard, and there was another wrinkle on his brow.The hair on the temples is also a lot grayer, silently telling the cruelty of the years.

(End of this chapter)