Owl, Your Wife Has Dropped Her Waistcoat Again

The girl was wearing a white dress, and some bruises could be seen vaguely on her body. She must have been tortured when she was a child.

Next to her was a middle-aged woman with a kind face. She held the girl's hand and smiled happily.

"What are you doing?" Tan Yizhen's voice came from behind. Xie Yanran's body suddenly paused. Then he placed the photo in front of her and asked, "Sister, is this girl in the photo you?"

After all, if a girl's picture appears in her home, the only possibility is that she is that girl.

Tan Yizhen nodded.

The scene in the photo was the scene where the director's mother had just found her and brought her back to the orphanage.

This was the most important turning point in her life and she had to record it.

Hearing this, Xie Yanran said "Oh", "Sister, you look too much like me when I was a child."

Especially the two small dimples when you smile, they look like they were carved from the same mold.

Tan Yizhen paused, then smiled, "Really?"

Xie Yanran nodded and asked, "Is this your mother next to you?"

The woman next to her is not very old. The person who is so close to her may be her mother.

Unexpectedly, Tan Yizhen shook her head, "No, but she is the best person to me in the world."

"Do you want to hear my story?"

Lin.

After Lin Mengyue came back from Zuo's old house, she kept smashing things in the room.

The servants downstairs all looked at each other, and Lin Kaifeng snorted coldly, "Don't worry about her, let her smash her!"

She broke things so many times, and after that, as long as she acted coquettishly with him, he would buy new things for her.

But things are different now. Although Lin Mengyue is indeed his daughter, he would rather never have such a daughter.

His personality and appearance are completely different from his. His personality is really hard to describe, even worse than Wu Qiulan.

This time, she shouldn't expect him to replace something if she dropped it. Is money hard-earned? !

Lin Kaifeng snorted coldly, took a document bag from the coffee table, and then walked out with his hands behind his back.

He really didn't want to stay in this house for a second, it was so troublesome.

upstairs.

Lin Mengyue lay on Wu Qiulan's lap and cried bitterly, "Mom, why, why am I not as good as that bitch Wen Jiuqing, how am I worse than her!"

Wu Qiulan frowned slightly, enduring the pain in his leg, and said patiently, "Mengyue, what are you talking about? She is not as good as you, but you are not worse than her. No matter what, you are my best daughter. .”

So what if Wen Jiuqing is excellent? In her eyes, even if her daughter is a piece of shit, she still thinks her daughter is the best.

No matter how outstanding Wen Jiuqing is, he belongs to someone else's family. She and Lin Mengyue are destined to not be able to coexist peacefully with Wen Jiuqing.

Lin Mengyue raised her head, with tears in her eyes, "Really?"

No matter what, as long as Wu Qiulan is on her side, she will feel relieved. No matter what she does, Wu Qiulan will support her behind her.

She has nothing to fear.

Wu Qiulan patted her back and said softly, "Of course, you are my biological daughter, would I still lie to you?"

Of course Wu Qiulan would say this because she didn't want to hurt Lin Mengyue. Although Wen Jiuqing was indeed good enough, her daughter was not bad either.