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Today's Qiu Feiheng is very filial.

he's returned home.

Take the initiative to say hello to my father, tidy up the room for my father, comb his hair, and chop wood for work.

His father was very happy, with a happy smile on his face.

But Qiu Feiheng's sister was not happy. His father once said that he did not recognize Qiu Feiheng as his son, and that he would give her the house and land in the future.

He was really worried that his father would give him everything he promised because of Qiu Feiheng's transformation.

After his elder brother joined Shen Mo's mansion, he never went home again. Although he was cold-blooded and ruthless, his father missed him very much.

Looking at her father's smiling face, her mood suddenly faded. Her hard work and dedication were not as good as a strange son.

"What's wrong with you?" Qiu Fang asked, looking at Qiu Feiheng who was chopping firewood.

"Sister, the palace lord has abandoned the training, I want to go home and have a look, I didn't expect to get along with you, so relaxed and happy."

"Oh, but I don't think so. I just feel that there is a new stranger in the family." Qiu Fang glanced, saw the fork lying on the ground beside his feet, and couldn't help hooking her foot behind him silently.

I wish you stepped on it and fell on it and died.

Qiu Feiheng didn't know how to answer, but suddenly thought of something, and said: "By the way, there are delicious pastries I bought in the house, they are delicious, you and Dad can try them."

Qiu Fang ignored him, just gave him a disgusted look, and went back to the room.

Looking at the burden on the table, he opened it to look, and the beautiful and delicious pastries were printed in his eyes.

She couldn't help but tasted it, it melted in her mouth, it was sweet and delicious.

With a surge of anger in her heart, she tied the pastry tightly.

At this time her father came in, sat on a chair, looked at the package on the table, and said with a smile: "Oh, thanks to Shen Mofu, my son has finally come home, come, Fang'er, this is the package brought by your brother." the pastry, you try it."

"He left so decisively, why do you still recognize him?" Qiu Fang said angrily.

"That was then, now is now, our enemy has another son, you, relax." Her father smiled, looking lovingly at his son who was chopping wood outside the door.

"You broke your leg trying to chase him back. It was me who was six years old who dragged you back and took care of you. Do you know how hard it was during that time and how much I was wronged..." Now you only see Your son.

His father half listened, pretending not to hear, only looking at his son who came back.

Qiu Fang knew that his father had listened, but he forgot.

Qiu Fang suddenly felt very wronged and cried.

"Why are you crying, your brother is back, are you unhappy?" Her father asked with a straight face, a little unhappy.

"Why should I be happy? You also said it at the beginning, just pretend that you don't have his son. What's the matter now? As soon as he comes back, call you daddy, and you take him home." Qiu Ning yelled loudly. .

"Oh, keep your voice down, Heng'er will not be happy to hear it." Her father gritted his teeth with anger hidden in his eyes, lowered his voice, and grabbed the table.

"I'm very unhappy." Qiu Ning cried.

"Why did you become so ignorant all of a sudden, you don't have any materials to be a sister." He turned his face away, with a trace of disgust and impatience.

"What did you say?" The words exploded in her heart, she stood up abruptly and yelled at him.

"Nie Nu." Hearing her yelling so loudly, her father couldn't help scolding her in a low voice, stood up, and slapped her angrily.

Qiu Feiheng stood at the door, watching Nezhongyin quarrel with him: "Did I come back and cause trouble to you, please don't quarrel because of me."

"Feiheng, of course not. Your sister and I are too happy for you to come back. It's not because of your business. You can go and rest. Just leave your sister to do the work. She is the best at it." His father Compensation smiles.

Qiu Fang's hands were tightly clenched into fists, grabbed the package on the table, and smashed it hard on the ground.

He bumped Qiu Feiheng violently, then left and went back to his room.

Qiu Feiheng showed pain on his face and clutched his arm.

When his father saw it, he couldn't help but chased him out and yelled, "Little bitch."

Then she leaned in front of Qiu Feiheng, hugged his arm, and asked how he was doing in a warm voice.

Qiu Feiheng said: "It's okay." Perhaps, he should leave, his elder sister doesn't like him.

He said again: "Father, don't be partial because of me, and ignore sister."

"She's going to get married sooner or later. She's getting more and more tempered and lazy." His father complained.

Qiu Feiheng didn't speak, and he was more determined to leave.

For dinner, his father pulled Qiu Feiheng to sit at the table and asked his daughter to serve the meal and vegetables.

They got together very close, and his father spoke in a very low voice, as if afraid of being overheard by his daughter.

Qiu Feiheng gradually became disgusted from the original good feeling.

He didn't like his father like this, as if the sister who had taken care of him for many years was like an outsider, guarding her secretly.

Seeing the father and son being intimate, Qiu Fang felt even more jealous and resentful.

He put the food on the table and his father stopped talking for a moment and glanced at her.

Then looking at the food on the table, he urged: "Why are you so slow, hurry up."

Qiu Fang remained silent, walking back to the kitchen full of resentment and anger.

After standing upright for a while, the tears fell down.

Immediately, she raised her foot and stomped heavily on the ground a few times, venting the anger in her heart.

Looking at the rice soup in the pot, she couldn't help but have an idea in her heart.

Put poison in the rice soup, then serve it to Qiu Feiheng, poison him to death, and let his father rely on him again.

Think like this, and do it.

He took the medicine to kill the bugs, put it into the soup, and took it to his brother.

And then sat there, waiting for him to drink it, waiting for him to die.

"Sister, this is my savings for so many years, you keep it, you have worked hard to take care of your father these years." Qiu Feiheng took out a bag of silver and put it in front of Qiu Fang's desk.

Qiu Fang took a look and threw the money back: "Who cares about your stinky money?"

"Fang'er, what are you talking about?" His father said angrily, reached out and took the money into his own hand, and then hid it in his sleeve, "I'll keep it for her."

Qiu Feiheng showed a trace of embarrassment, he couldn't say anything, this kind of atmosphere really made him feel more and more uncomfortable.

"Let's eat." Qiu Fang said coldly.

Her father immediately put on a smile and yelled at Qiu Feiheng to eat.

Qiu Feiheng was a little embarrassed, moved his chopsticks, took a few mouthfuls of food, then picked up the soup in a daze, and then drank it.

I wanted to pick up another dish, but my stomach felt a little uncomfortable, my eyes became blurred, and I fell asleep on the table.

"Feiheng, what's going on..." His father stood up in fright, ran towards him, shaking his body.

"He's dead." Ning Fang said coldly.

"How do you know?" Her father asked in shock.

"I poisoned you." Ning Fang sneered.

"You actually killed your younger brother, you bastard." His father stretched out his hand, pointing at him tremblingly.

Ning Fang only sneered, her eyes were cold. His father was so angry that he grabbed the chair under his buttocks and threw it at her head.

Ning Fang couldn't dodge in time, her head was bleeding and she fell to the ground.

"Fang'er?" Her father didn't want to really kill him, he just wanted to let out a sigh of relief.

He stretched his neck to look, and saw Ning Fang's eyes were wide open, her face was covered with blood, and she was motionless.

"Ah!" Their father cried out in fright, and their sons and daughters were all dead.

He was distraught and didn't want to live anymore, so he took out the money his son gave him, swallowed it, struggled in pain for a while, and lay motionless on the ground.

After a long time, Qiu Feiheng, who was lying on the table, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the surrounding situation, and was startled.

He didn't feel very sad, but a little relieved.

He looked at the two corpses on the ground, buried them, and left the place.