Empire Cute Baby: Despicable Mommy Pets Overwhelming

Su Shumei's voice was sharp, "What happened to my adopted daughter? Isn't my daughter your daughter?"

The pressure accumulated in Yao Zhian's heart for the past few days poured out in an instant, "What do you know? If you offend Yao Qingxiao or Liang Mingfeng, you can wait to sleep on the street."

He glared at Yao Kexin fiercely again, "A prodigal with a shallow eyelid can see this kind of junk."

Su Shumei became anxious for a moment, and pulled her husband's arm, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the company?"

Zhao Tengyue's heart was raised in an instant. If the Yao family fell, he would not marry Kexin. What kind of child does not have a child? She can raise the child by herself. He can't even support himself. Why raise such an obese woman?
Yao Zhian snorted coldly, "A woman with long hair but short knowledge."

He turned and walked upstairs with his hands behind his back.

Yao Qingxiao was in a very happy mood, humming a song all the way, and leisurely turning the steering wheel to shuttle through the neon-lit city streets.

The co-pilot's cell phone rang, it was Yao Zhian's call, she answered it, and immediately changed into a wronged voice, "Dad, is there anything else?"

"Kexin didn't do it on purpose, Kexin knew it was wrong."

"Dad, I'm sad. You just gave me a teacup. Kexin and Auntie are not happy. Forget it, I won't go back in the future. Let's just leave it like this. Let's keep in touch less in the future."

After saying this, she turned off the phone directly.

Feng Shui took turns, how they rejected her back then, how she rejected him now.

When her mother was sick, she went to borrow money from her father, but Yao Zhian resolutely refused. He didn't miss the relationship between husband and wife, and he didn't miss that they had a daughter together.

It was Yang Aitong who gave her the money to help her mother tide over the difficulties temporarily, but the shrewd mother could tell at a glance that she did not borrow money from Yao Zhian.

My mother died in depression full of resentment.

And his father is sitting on a lovely wife and loving daughter, and his life is extremely happy.

Looking back on those years, a touch of melancholy crept up his brows.

When Yao Qingxiao came home and saw the children, she was somewhat depressed, and her smile was a bit forced.

An Nian could tell at a glance that Mommy was unhappy, "Did something unpleasant happen?"

"No."

"If Mommy doesn't say anything, I'm going to investigate."

Yao Qingxiao pursed her lips, "Really not. I deliberately created the unpleasant incident. In that family, now I am the only one who counts on them. There is nothing unpleasant. It's just that I miss my own mother a little bit."

Liang Mingfeng raised his eyebrows, "Then sleep and have a good rest."

Liang Jincheng picked up the orange and threw it on Liang Mingfeng's leg, "Go and accompany Mommy."

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There is a scar in someone's heart, carved into the heart, into the years, into the soul.

Yao Qingxiao was this person, and her mother's death was her scar.

Memories of the past flooded in like a tide, and only she could empathize with this feeling, and there was no second person in the world who could have the same emotions as her when facing this matter.

After dismissing Liang Mingfeng early, she lay on the bed alone, staring blankly at the Yanghu Talisman on the bedside table, as if she wanted to see flowers.

After a while, she took the Yanghu Talisman in her hand, placed it next to the pillow, and rubbed it lightly with her fingers.

Both eyes were always fixed on one object, and then the eyes began to get tired, and the double eyelids began to fight. She stuffed the Yanghu Talisman into her bosom, and fell asleep holding it.

The sleepy person inadvertently rolled over and fell on the Yanghu Talisman. The temperature of her body gradually warmed the cold and lifeless thing.

"Daughter, Mommy misses you."

"Daughter, mom has been looking for you, why don't you come to see me."

"Ah..." Yao Qingxiao sat up abruptly, panting heavily, hugging her real legs, as if there was a daughter calling her daughter in her ear, saying that mother was missing you.

She slowed down for a while, and saw clearly that she was on Dongfang Suho's bed, and then raised her head to look out the window, the sky was slightly brightening.

It turned out that she was awakened by a nightmare. She hadn't dreamed of her mother for many years. Recently, she dreamed of her mother two or three times in succession.

Yao Qingxiao got out of bed, put on her pajamas, and stood in front of the window sill, looking at the hoarfrost on the glass window. The winter scenery is also beautiful in a different way.

Not long after, she fell into a warm embrace, and a deep voice rang in her ears, "Why did you wake up so early?"

Yao Qingxiao leaned her head on his shoulder, "It's a dream, maybe it's my mother."

"What is possibility? Do you still remember your mother's appearance?" Liang Mingfeng has always remembered his mother's appearance, and he will never forget it.

Yao Qingxiao said sadly, "I feel that person may be my mother, but I can't see her clearly, it's very vague, but she keeps calling my daughter, and she says she misses me."

"Think about it every day and dream at night."

"Maybe."

The two stood quietly in front of the window like this, embracing, feeling the temperature of each other's bodies, without making any further movements.

In the cold winter, they give each other warmth.

Yao Zhian's pursuit of Yao Qingxiao intensified, and when her car reached Liang's clothing, Yao Zhian stopped her.

However, she didn't mean to get out of the car, but instead called Liang Mingfeng.

Now that he is her boyfriend, it should be a trivial matter to help her solve such a thing.

So, after a short while, all the security guards came over, unceremoniously pulled Yao Zhian away, and was given a severe warning.

Yao Qingxiao sat in the car, with a cold smile on his lips, and drove in.

In the past, she was also blocked outside the gate of Yao's house. No matter how hard he begged, she couldn't see him.

Father and daughter affection?Heh, such a luxury does not exist in her and Yao Zhian's body.

The mother who was calculated to leave the house was enduring both physical and mental torture, and died in despair. She would never let anyone who hurt her mother suffer.

In the rearview mirror, Yao Zhian's figure became smaller and smaller.

indifferent.

The indifference between their father and daughter was repeated.

The world-class top expert who diagnosed Guo Yan's leg came, and Liang Mingfeng took Liang Jincheng to arrange the reception in person. Liang Mingfeng was quite tired and old after taking care of his beloved wife these days.

Guo Yan has woken up, and her mind is considered normal. Except that she can't accept the fact that she can no longer stand up with one leg, in her own home, after suffering from inhuman torture, she is gradually improving, at least her mood is still more and more comfortable.

Her life is no longer in danger.

"Mingfeng, thank you for your hard work." She showed a loving smile and waved to Jin Cheng, "Have you listened to Daddy?"

Liang Mingfeng, who was in the trumpet, had a serious face, and walked a few steps towards her, obviously not wanting to speak, "Yeah."

Guo Yan then ordered the servant, "Bring fruit to Young Master Sun."

Liang Jincheng didn't speak, just stood by the bed like that, when the servant brought over the fruit, he picked up an orange and just held it in his hand like that, without any intention of peeling it, and he didn't want to eat it either.

Guo Yan asked his servant to peel the oranges for him.

Liang Mingfeng looked at him coldly. This was a treatment his son had never received in the Liang family mansion. It seemed that after going through a disaster, Guo Yan really learned his lesson.

However, her son, the one who is lying in another building, protected by many doctors, nurses and security personnel, should let him live longer, or send him to heaven?

Liang Jincheng reluctantly looked at the orange slices stuffed by the servant. He took a step back and reached out to take the orange, "I'll just eat it myself. I'm not disabled, so I don't need someone to feed me."

Guo Yan couldn't hide his embarrassment, Liang Mingfeng continued to smooth things over, "Little thing, go downstairs and play."