Rebirth Seventy Splendid Years

"Egg fried rice is too simple, you should fry a few dishes."

Su Zhiyong was full of enthusiasm. The better Han Jingchuan and his youngest daughter are in love, the happier he is. A little food is nothing. As long as Xiaomei marries into the Han family, he will be able to prosper in office. Not to mention egg fried rice, even braised beef can be eaten every day .

This is called being reluctant to let go of a child and not letting go of a wolf. We must take a long-term view.

"enough."

Han Jingchuan said something coldly, then got up, annoyed at seeing this bastard, he pointed at Xia Yanqiu and said: "I taught this woman a lesson, she changed her bag, a hundred deaths are not enough!"

Su Zhiyong looked at Xia Yanqiu indifferently, he was not moved by her embarrassment, and said flatteringly: "Good lesson, this bitch just needs to be dealt with."

Xia Yanqiu, who still had some hopes, felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar when she heard these indifferent words. She was so cold that she couldn't speak, her whole body was icy cold, and her bones were frozen stiff.

How could this man be so ruthless?

When we were friends with her, those sweet words were also said by this man. How can one person have two completely different faces?

"Xiaomei's life experience."

Han Jingchuan reminded coldly that this bastard thought he was smart and wanted to hide Su Mei to pass the test, but he didn't know that it was a mistake and happened to bump into the truth.

Su Zhiyong quickly came back to his senses, and turned to look at Su Mei kindly, his eyes were red, tears were rolling, and he choked up and said, "Xiaomei, Dad is sorry for making you suffer."

This performance almost made Su Mei spit out last night's meal. Su Zhiyong really deserves to be the scumbag among the scumbags, and his acting skills are better than the actor's. If she hadn't been reborn, maybe it was true Will be coaxed to go over and treat this scumbag as a loving father.

"Father, what's wrong with my background?" Su Mei pretended not to know, with a dazed expression.

"Xiaomei, your mother is Zhuang Yulan, the daughter of me and Zhuang Yulan. It's been 18 years. My father has been concealed by this bitch so hard. He mistakenly loves Su Yue as the apple of his eye, but he sees you suffer. Dad is sorry for you, and I am sorry for your mother... Dad is a sinner through the ages..."

Su Zhiyong gritted his teeth and pointed at Xia Yanqiu, the hatred in his eyes could kill someone, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, with guilt on his face, tears flowed out like money.

Han Jingchuan frowned, a little disgusted, he was going to eat some hot pepper.

Su Mei was shocked, stared at Su Zhiyong in disbelief, and stammered, "I...my mother is Zhuang Yulan? How is that possible?"

"Yes, it was Xia Yanqiu who hired you, son, after suffering all these years, Dad will love you even more in the future."

Su Zhiyong looked at her lovingly, and even reached out to stroke Su Mei's head, expressing his fatherly heart.

Su Mei lowered her head and cried, avoiding the scumbag's paw without any trace, she felt disgusted.

"No wonder Xia Yanqiu beat and scolded me since she was a child. No wonder she was so kind to Su Yue. Why did she do this? My mother must be so sad. She is still so sick. Xia Yanqiu wants to force my mother to death!"

Su Mei cried half-truthfully, but she basically revealed her true feelings later on. She really felt sorry for her mother. She knew the truth, but she could do nothing to find her daughter. She couldn't rest in peace until she died, right?

"She just wants to force Aunt Zhuang to death." Han Jingchuan said coldly.

"No... I didn't..."

Xia Yanqiu yelled weakly, trying to defend herself, she would never admit to the transfer, and she would turn the tables.

"You don't know how to repent, bitch!"

Su Zhiyong rushed over with a kick, only hatred remained in his eyes, the stupid woman almost ruined his event, but fortunately he reacted quickly and thought of such a good subterfuge, but this bitch must not stay anymore, at most one Let her die of illness in half a year.

Su Yue in the kitchen looked more and more terrified. She heard everything. It turned out that she was really not Zhuang Yulan's daughter, not even her father's daughter. She was born to Xia Yanqiu and the second-rate son. I've seen it twice, it's obscene and disgusting, she doesn't even want to say a word, but now it's her own father.

In an instant, she felt that her world had become dark. Su Yue leaned against the wall weakly, unable to cry, what should she do?
Su Zhiyong also said a lot of good things for Su Mei, his loving father was beyond words, Su Mei also pretended to be very moved, she was still that well-behaved and sensible daughter, Su Zhiyong was very pleased and heaved a long sigh of relief.

But he also realized something was wrong, today is Wednesday, why didn't Su Mei go to work?

"You do not need to work today?"

"The seat in the textile factory has been replaced by a department store. I hired someone else to do it for me. I want to study at home with peace of mind." Su Mei replied.

Su Zhiyong was very surprised. A job in a department store is a golden job. Who would be willing to change his job in a textile factory?
"Brother Han changed it for me." Su Mei said again.

Su Zhiyong immediately dispelled his doubts. No wonder he was able to exchange gold for iron. Han Jingchuan must have found the relationship with Mr. Han. Let alone gold for iron, even gold for mud is not impossible.

Han Jingchuan raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

"Who do you ask to help go to work? How much salary?" Su Zhiyong became concerned about the work of the department store again.

In fact, he doesn’t really agree with Su Mei’s reviewing at home. The department store’s job is very good. It’s more popular than the teacher. He also thinks that Su Mei doesn’t need to go to college. The college students assigned by the machine tool factory are actually not as good as those in the department store. work well.

If Su Mei is admitted to university, she will give up her golden job in a department store. After graduation, she still doesn't know what unit she will be assigned to. It may not be better than a department store. Su Zhiyong thinks it's better to stay in a department store to be safe.

"Brother Han helped to find it. I didn't ask for the salary. I gave it all to that person." Su Mei said with a smile.

Han Jingchuan raised his eyebrows again, silently remembering the account in his heart, two times, he will eat twice.

Su Zhiyong was a little distressed. The salary in the department store is not low, it is 37 yuan. It is a pity that so much salary has been lost.

But this is Han Jingchuan's face, he can't say anything, he just recovered half of his life from Mr. Han's ruler.

Su Zhiyong took a deep breath, his body was in severe pain, his face didn't have any scars, but his body was full of wounds, it hurts even to move, the old man beat people only to pick the sore spots, his injuries probably won't heal in half a month.

"Xiaomei is going to concentrate on studying for the university entrance exam? Dad supports you." Su Zhiyong squeezed out an amiable smile and said something against his will. In fact, he hoped that Su Mei would not be able to pass the university entrance examination.

In this way, it is easy for him to handle. A woman who has no talent is a virtue, and if she learns too much knowledge, her heart will become wild. Zhuang Yulan is a clear example, but if this woman is a little softer, he will not be...

Su Zhiyong shook his head, he didn't think about the past, he never regretted what he did, he just did it, he had to look forward, his future must be golden!

"Thank you dad, I will definitely be admitted to college."

Su Mei expressed her determination, the room was full of smog, she didn't want to stay any longer, so she said: "Brother Han just said that he wants me to go shopping with him."

"Go, don't come back in a hurry, play more." Su Zhiyong smiled very amiably, wishing that Su Mei would not return home at night, it would be even better if the raw rice could be cooked.

Han Jingchuan raised his eyebrows again, and added a note in his heart.

Three meals!