On our wedding night, my husband changed!

"We are...borrowing mom's pen. Your aunt's pen is out of water." Liu Dekai explained with an embarrassed look on his face, and hurriedly came over and picked up his daughter.

Hua Qing looked disapproving and sullen. When passing by the child, he deliberately tugged her ears with his hands.

Hua Xiaohan was born timid and was too scared to say anything or cry.

Later, when Liu Dekai went downstairs to take a bath, Hua Qing directly forced the niece into a corner.

"Xiaohan, what did you see just now?"

"Auntie and dad took mom's precious thing, and it wasn't a pen."

The eight-year-old child was ignorant and didn't understand the lies. He could only describe what he saw.

Hua Qing nodded and continued to laugh, "Then will you tell your mother?"

Hua Xiaohan bit her lip and seemed a little confused.

"Are you going to tell mom about this?"

"Mom said there can't be secrets between me and her." Hua Xiaohan said in a low voice, and after speaking, she secretly glanced at Hua Qing's face.

Hua Qing didn't know when she had a very thin needle in her hand. It was actually the needle she usually used for makeup, specially used to remove acne.

She pricked the child's inner thigh suddenly, and the child shivered.

"Don't cry. If you dare to cry, I will stab you again." Hua Qing threatened in a low voice.

Sure enough, Hua Xiaohan didn't dare to cry, so she could only hold back the tears in her eyes.

"If you tell your mother about this, your mother will divorce your father. Then you will have no father, and you will not be able to see your father in the future. And your aunt doesn't like you either, and she will have people stab you all over your body. Tie you up into a rag doll and throw it into the mountains and forests to hang it up and feed it to the big bad wolf."

"Auntie doesn't want it, I won't say it, I won't say it."

"If you don't say anything, you'll be safe, remember?"

Hua Xiaohan nodded in extreme fear, trembling all over.

Liu Dekai didn't know about this scene. He only knew that after Hua Qing left, Hua Xiaohan was obviously in a bad mental state and said nothing.

That night, Hua Xiaohan had a high fever, 39 degrees, and Liu Dekai slept to death without noticing.

When the child was found to be unwell the next day, her daughter had developed severe pneumonia.

After Hua Feng learned the news, he drove back from the province without even starting the meeting.

When he arrived at the hospital, without saying anything, he gave Liu Dekai a big mouth.

"How did you become a father? I asked you to take care of the child for one night. Look at you..."

"Honey, it's my fault. I didn't expect that the child would have a fever in the middle of the night." Liu Dekai was in the wrong and did not dare to quibble.

"I'll settle the score with you later." Hua Feng was trembling with anger and entered the ward to visit his daughter. Liu Dekai was also confused, why did he have a fever despite everything?

Who knew that after the child saw that incident, he was threatened by Hua Qing and stabbed in the thigh. His young mind was extremely frightened, and he was overly frightened and had a fever.

On the other hand, Qin Wanyu was bored one night and sent a WeChat message to ask Hua Sheng which bar Feng Xi sang in, and Hua Sheng told him.

After he drove to the bar, he went in and found an inconspicuous seat to sit down, and Feng Xi happened to be singing on the stage.

Qin Wanyu was a little surprised to see Feng Xi like this. She wore very cold eye makeup, a one-shoulder red dress, a pair of exaggerated large hoops on her ears, and a silver forehead chain on her short hair. It has a very ethnic flavor.

She was holding a log-colored guitar in her arms, which looked very nice, and her short black hair was more refined and fresh.

Feng Xi's voice was low and a little hoarse, and she sang——

Rose, where are you? You said everyone you loved has left.

Don't deceive yourself, you just hide it deeper

Rose where are you, you always like things that can't live in

Please don't cry, all we have left is a pile of memories woven from youth

This relatively unpopular ballad is very nice, but few people have heard it. There are more customers in the bar, and it is a bit deserted in twos and threes.

Feng Xi sang her own folk songs, regardless of whether anyone applauded or appreciated her.

She just sat there quietly, relying on a beam of light on the stage.

Qin Wanyu did have some unexpected surprises when he saw Feng Xi like this. This woman always caught people off guard.

After the song was finished, the waiter walked over and carried a luxurious flower basket.

"Sister Xi, this is the flower basket given to you by 15 customers. It's a profit. It's the most expensive one in our store. It's 999." The male waiter smiled.

Feng Xi looked along the number. At table No. 15, a man was sitting there quietly smoking, his eyes looking this way.

"Qin Wanyu?" She frowned slightly.