The Sand Sculpture Daughter of Crazy Criticism of the Villain

Hearing this, Xiao Chengjing seemed to be shocked by her words, and his body shook.

With a look of 'my dignity has been humiliated', I protested loudly: "I bumped into you, I'm sorry, but you can't slander me for doing this on purpose!"

Shen Shiqing was really annoyed by his reaction, and sneered: "Man, how dare you talk to me like that?!"

Xiao Chengjing was not to be outdone: "I'm just stating the facts, I hate rich people like you the most, who think the whole world has to revolve around you!"

After all, regardless of Shen Shiqing's shocked expression, she turned around and ran to the door, pushed the door open, and got into the car whose driver had stopped at the door early.

Although he is rich, he also has dignity!

However, they couldn't leave yet, and had to wait for Shen Shiqing to finish her breakfast before going to work together.

It's just so sad.

Shen Shiqing laughed angrily, pointed at the direction Xiao Chengjing left, and asked the servant in disbelief: "Did he ignore my anger just now?"

Maid: "..." Don't laugh, really, in order for you to use the mental damage fee this month to increase your wealth, you have to take over this scene no matter what!

The servant endured it again and again, and with great willpower, he transferred the hilarious laughter to every part of his body, so that his whole body began to tremble now, and he replied in a restrained voice: "Yes, Miss Shen."

"Oh, interesting." The simple and neat syllables showed Shen Shiqing's mood at the moment.

Her eyes scanned the servant's body, as if to confirm her reliability, and then said, "In three minutes, I want to get all the information about this man!"

The servant really wanted to say that within 3 minutes, the young master printed out his identity information, including the age at which he was weaned, in detail.

But anyway, she still knew that she had to follow the two sick people, she nodded solemnly, then quickly turned around and ran to a random room.

Then the whole villa erupted for a while, and it was finally able to be released. The full-fledged laughter lasted for two and a half minutes, and then restrained it.

The servant's face turned red like a boiled shrimp, holding a thick document in his hand, and handed it to Shen Shiqing respectfully: "Miss Shen, it's all here."

Shen Shiqing smiled with satisfaction: "That's right, this month's salary has increased by 1.5 times."

Maid: "!!!" My God, there is such a good thing!

But why 1.5?

Seeing her doubts, the corners of Shen Shiqing's mouth curved even further: "The 0.5 deducted is because your laughter just pierced my ears."

After a pause, he spoke again, and said, "Remember to ask Xiao Chengjing for the salary."

maid:"!!!!!!"

Why couldn't she hold back the laughter for 2 minutes just now? !

for!Varied!what!

Facts have proved that it was okay not to know at first, but once he knew about his heavenly wealth, he could have more, and the servant's excited and happy mood instantly became sad.

From now on, she doesn't smile because she doesn't like to laugh by nature!

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Deng Qing'er's recent life is really not very good. First, she squatted in the prison for five days. She couldn't eat well, didn't have to take a bath, and came back with a bad smell on her body.

After returning home, not only did they not get comfort, but their parents suddenly broke out for no reason.

Mr. Deng didn't know why, after so many years of pity and love for Mrs. Deng, he fell in love with her overnight.

Commonly known as cold violence.

Mrs. Deng cried and made troubles, and even committed suicide. Not only did the situation not improve, but it pushed people further and further away.

In just two days, Mr. Deng has already taken care of another mistress outside.And he didn't hide it at all. He took people home openly and flirted in front of Mrs. Deng.

Seeing the pear blossoms crying in front of her, without the usual ease and confidence of Mrs. Deng, Deng Qing'er said angrily, "Crying, crying, what's the use of crying now?"

Mrs. Deng held up a handkerchief in her hand and wiped it non-stop, but the tears were washing her cheeks, and she couldn't win at all: "They went too far, did they think I was dead?!"

Deng Qing'er opened the door and looked outside, but found that no one was there, so she whispered: "Mom, what Dad suspects can't be true, right?"

Madam Deng fell silent for a moment.

Obviously, the derailment that year was true.

Deng Qing'er became anxious immediately, she couldn't tolerate the loss of her identity as Miss Deng's family.

Grabbing Mrs. Deng's shoulders and shaking desperately: "Then am I my father's own?!"

"Of course you are!" Mrs. Deng stopped crying now, "Otherwise for so many years, you will have a monthly medical examination, how would you get through it?"

After getting the news she wanted most, Deng Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..."

She was not in a hurry, but Mrs. Deng was very anxious: "It's been 30 years, and even if you look for him, you can't find evidence of cheating, but men are like this. Once suspicious, whether it's true or not, he It has left a mark on my heart.”

"Besides, I'm not young anymore. If I try to win his heart back, I'm afraid it will be impossible." Covering his face, he said worriedly.

Although she usually pays the most attention to maintenance, she is almost fifty, and she still can't tell from her appearance, but no matter how against the sky, she can't compare with those young girls.

After all, she took Deng Qing'er's hand: "Qing'er, Mom can only rely on you."

Deng Qing'er wanted to help, but now she is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and she can't protect herself: "But now almost everyone is beating me, and Dad won't help me anymore."

"There is still a way." Madam Deng's eyes were still red and swollen from crying just now, but she already had a plan for the next step in her heart, and she calmed down instead.

Deng Qing'er's morality is not as good as Mrs. Deng's, and she often relies on Mrs. Deng's advice, so seeing her say this, she quickly asked expectantly: "Mom, have you thought of a way again?"

Mrs. Deng pulled Deng Qing'er to sit down on the bed, and said in a serious tone: "This method is up to you to take risks, but we have no other way to go."

With success, Deng Qing'er's social status will rise, even with her biological mother, all difficulties will be resolved.

Mrs. Deng can rely on Deng Qing'er's identity to survive the broken relationship with Mr. Deng.

And Deng Qing'er's rotten reputation will be suppressed by other fallacies.

Although it's risky, but if you don't take a gamble, the only thing waiting for them is another junior on Mr. Deng's side, who will squeeze Mrs. Deng down.

And Deng Qing'er, who lost her mother, is still the young lady of the Deng family.

But in order to prevent those sons who have been scumbed by her, because of Deng Qinger's existence, if they continue to the other party's Deng family, there is a [-]% possibility that Mr. Deng will be sold to an unsightly rich man.

How much preferential treatment has been enjoyed due to family reasons, and how much price will be paid for it in the future.

After all, it has to be paid back.

Deng Qing'er understands this truth. She has been used to going smoothly for so many years, and she absolutely cannot tolerate her quality of life not improving but declining.

The ambition in the eyes of the mother and daughter seemed to be overflowing, they looked at each other, Deng Qing'er turned sideways, and carefully put her ears close to Madam Deng's lips.

Madam Deng leaned over, raised her palm to cover her ear, and began to plot cautiously.

Following Madam Deng's words, Deng Qing'er's expression also changed from nervous and worried to complacent and excited.

However, he still pretended to be reserved and said worriedly: "Mom, will this really be all right?"

Mrs. Deng nodded her forehead and smiled extremely proudly: "You, you still don't understand men. It's not a loss to them. It's too late to be happy." She was so successful back then.

Although something happened now, isn't there still Deng Qing'er.

Patting the back of her hand, Mrs. Deng instructed: "Recently, take good care of your body, you know?"

Deng Qing'er covered her mouth in embarrassment: "I know, it's still half a month away."

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