The wicked female cannon fodder has arrived home

Song Xiaoniao pointed at her cousin Song Xiaoying, her eyes turning red with anger.

Song Xiaoying lost both her parents when she was young, and grew up with Song Xiaoniao's parents.

Mr. and Mrs. Song Tiesheng felt sorry for her young and lonely life. Besides, the child was smart, lovely, and sensible, which made people feel sorry for her. She had been raised by their side since she was a child, so they always treated Song Xiaoying as their own daughter.

Seeing that his daughter refused to listen, Song Tiesheng picked up a broom and hit Song Xiaoniao on the butt.

"I asked you to collect some pig grass, but you complained so much. How can Xiaoying compare with you? You have been tough since you were a child, but she has been delicate since she was a child. She can't even stand the wind. How can she collect pig grass?"

"She can't cut grass for pigs, but she can do embroidery, right? You don't need to let the wind blow when embroidering in the house. She can embroider, but she can only talk."

While dodging the broom that Song Tiesheng whipped at him, Song Xiaoniao glared at Song Xiaoying fiercely and pounced on her angrily.

If daddy hits her, she will hit this little bitch. The more daddy loves this little bitch, the more she will hit her.

He pounced on her suddenly, and before Song Xiaoniao could push her down, Song Xiaoying fell down weakly.

Song Dalong, who came in carrying a bucket of water, changed his expression and hurried over to help Song Xiaoying up.

"Song Xiaoniao, you bullied Xiaoying again!"

"You're talking nonsense! She was the one who started it."

Otherwise, dad wouldn’t beat her!

"I'll beat you to death, I..."

Seeing Song Xiaoying covering her mouth with tears of grievance falling down, Song Dalong became so angry that he lost his mind and slapped Song Xiaoying in the face with a big hand.

With a "slap", Song Xiaoniao's face tilted to one side. One side of his cheek felt burning and his ears were buzzing.

"Song Dalong, are you still my brother? You hit me again, and you hit me again for this little bitch!"

Song Xiaoniao held back her tears, not allowing herself to cry out loud, and stared at Song Dalong stubbornly.

Ever since this little bitch came into the house, mother is not mother, father is not father, and brother is not brother.

The whole family could only see the little bitch and not her, Song Xiaoniao.

Whatever she does is wrong, and whatever the little bitch says is right.

Everybody loves the little bitch!

Song Xiaoniao glared at Song Dalong hatefully, covered her face and ran out the door.

Song Xiaoying was so anxious that she pretended to chase after him, but she tripped and fell to the ground again.

"Xiaoying, are you hurt? Where did you fall?" Song Dalong helped her up with concern.

Song Xiaoying hid the smile in her eyes and urged Song Dalong anxiously.

"Why are you still caring about me at this time? Cousin, go chase her and bring her back."

"You should go quickly. It's dark now. There are so many kidnappers outside. What if something happens to my sister?"

Song Dalong was both angry and impatient.

"She is always so tactless and makes endless troubles. Can I still coax her for the rest of her life?"

"If you want to stay outside, then go hungry."

Song Tiesheng also knew that the kidnappers were rampant, and he felt helpless and anxious. Although he was very angry, they were still his own children after all.

The palms and backs of my hands are full of flesh.

"Okay, Dalong, go find the person quickly, it's time to have dinner."

Song Dalong then suppressed his anger and chased out to look for the person.

When Song Dalong chased out, where were Song Xiaoniao's men?

There was no sign of anyone.

After walking around the village and failing to find Song Xiaoniao, Song Dalong had to go home.

Song Xiaoniao ran to Song Yuan's house to find Song Yuan.

In the small group they play together, she doesn't get along with Song Hao, but she has a decent relationship with Song Yuan.

"Tell me, what's so good about that little bitch? Why does everyone want to protect her? She's obviously the one who's rude, why does she always blame me?"

"Everyone either beat me or scolded me."

"Is that still my home? I think that's that little bitch's home."

Song Yuan's round head became even bigger when he heard Song Xiaoniao's complaints.

She couldn't say something like 'Don't bother with her, your cousin is not in good health'.

After all, Song Xiaoying has been in poor health since childhood, and it was not caused by Song Xiaoniao.

Why should Song Xiaoniao suffer any injustice and accommodate her?

But, if she doesn't give in, she won't be able to defeat Song Xiaoying!

Always suffering losses and always fighting, why bother?

She had already seen clearly that ever since Song Xiaoying entered Song Xiaoniao's family, Song Xiaoniao's status had plummeted.

Originally, he was loved by his father, mother and brother, but now he has become the same camp as Song Xiaoying.

If you say that Song Xiaoying doesn't have any scheming, it's impossible for her to manipulate Song Xiaoniao's family into speaking for her.

This is clearly a plot to sow discord!

This alienated the affection between Song Xiaoniao's parents and brother towards Song Xiaoniao.

"Your cousin is much smarter than you. Nothing good will come of going against her. Don't you always get beaten and scolded?"

"You can't afford to offend her, so why don't you stay away from her in the future?"

"You also know that your family members are protecting her. If you quarrel with her, nothing good will happen to you."

Song Xiaoniao's lungs are about to explode, why should she avoid it?

"Then I'll let that little bitch run wild in my house? Turn my father, mother and brother into her father, mother and brother?"

"I just let her keep putting pressure on me and bully me as much as she can?"

Song Yuan blinked, held his chin and sighed.

"I'm yelling at you so loudly that even if you're right, you become unreasonable."

"Have you ever seen Song Xiaoying speak so loudly? Can't you learn from her? Be like her."

Song Xiaoniao rolled up his sleeves and glared at Song Yuan, his eyeballs almost popping out of his sockets.

"You want me to learn from that little bitch? I don't want to learn from her! You know how mean she is, it's disgusting."

"I want to learn from her. I didn't let her torture me to death, but I made myself sick first."

"Why does she have to be right when she cries?"

Song Yuan scratched his head.

"Then your parents and your brother will fall for her tricks, and there's nothing we can do about it."

"You'd better go back quickly. It's time for dinner. If you don't go back, you won't even be able to eat. You'll be hungry tonight."

Song Xiaoniao was angry.

"No, I won't go back. If I go back like this, how embarrassing would it be for me?"

"Then you can't just stay in my house forever."

"Then you can take me in for one night, and I'll stay at your house."

"No, you know my house is small and everyone in the family is crowded together. There's no room for you. Where are you going to squeeze into? You can't let me sleep on the floor."

"Then what shall I do? Where shall I stay? Where shall I find a place to stay?"

Song Yuan's eyes rolled and he actually thought of a solution for Song Xiaoniao.

"Isn't Miss Bai's house in the next village vacant? You should go live in the rich woman's house."

"But you can't live here secretly. You have to go find Miss Bai and talk to her nicely to get her consent."