Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"Dad, stop scolding my sister. Later, my sister will blame you in her heart." Wen Shuangshuang thought that the situation was not chaotic enough, and speculated eccentrically.

Wen Qingyue looked at her coldly, "I like to speculate maliciously on others so much, I usually think so in my heart."

"I didn't!" Wen Shuangshuang retorted instinctively, and stood up excitedly, "Sister, why do you say that about me? Even if you hate me, you don't have to do that? I'm talking for you!"

"Do I need your help?" Wen Qingyue glanced at her, the smell of green tea was so strong that anyone could tell there was something in her words.

But Wen Canghai couldn't hear it, or he could hear it but it was towards her.

"Wen Qingyue!" Wen Canghai slapped the table violently, causing the tableware on the table to shake, and the fish soup in the ceramic bowl to slosh, almost splashing on the table.

Zhao Qiuxia was also taken aback, she clutched her chest with lingering fear and said in a warm voice, "Don't scare the child, husband, it's not a big deal, just a few words will do it."

"You're just spoiling her. She thought that the whole family would spoil her as soon as she came back? Who owes her to speak so aggressively?" Wen Canghai cursed angrily, not feeling that there was anything wrong with him at all.

Wen Qingyue smiled, and said under their astonished eyes: "Used? Pampered? Which thing have you done?"

"Is it because I came back from the dead and you calm down? Was she crying at the reception banquet and you took her away regardless of my feelings? Or were you questioning her a few words indiscriminately?"

Wen Qingyue looked at Wen Canghai with clear eyes, and looked at him without fear. Her questioning word by word made the atmosphere more gloomy, and Wen Canghai's face became darker and darker.

Zhao Qiuxia stared blankly at the confrontation between the father and daughter, wanted to speak but didn't know who to persuade.

Wen Shuangshuang squinted at them, shouting in her heart, Dad, hit her!Teach her a lesson!

If Wen Canghai heard her inner thoughts, he would only sigh helplessly, but he was shocked by this girl's eyes.

The atmosphere was strangely oppressive, Wen Qingyue's pupils turned slightly, and she glanced at Wen Shuangshuang from the corner of her eyes, her cold emotion was quietly suppressed, her beautiful pupils were gradually covered with mist, and the eye sockets slowly turned red.

Wen Shuangshuang, take care, you are not the only one who knows the tricks of the white lotus!

"Dad, don't you think you owe me nothing? Have you ever asked me how I came here in the past 18 years? My life was completely turned upside down by being reported wrong, but I never blamed you, but you really put Am I a daughter?"

Wen Qingyue's mood gradually changed, tears would not fall in her eyes, hanging stubbornly, her expression was sad and indignant, which made people feel very distressed.

"Since I came back, you have never treated me sincerely. You have always favored her in your heart, so even if my life was threatened, you never thought of holding her accountable. Instead, I feel scheming!"

The cold voice lacked the usual coldness and strength, and there was a bit of grievance in the hoarseness.

Wen Shuangshuang was dumbfounded, watching her stubbornly wiped away the falling tears, and complained with red eyes, crying: "The third brother doesn't want to see me, and he said in front of me that only Wen Shuangshuang is a sister! If you I don’t even like me, so there’s really no need to pick me up, I’ll leave tomorrow, and I’ll never dream of going back to my home again!”

see it?This is called acting!

Wen Qingyue glanced at Wen Shuangshuang from the corner of her eyes, and there was a hint of sarcasm at the end of her reddened eyes.

Some words stop at the end, and so does acting.

Wen Qingyue put away her tears just right, turned around and went upstairs without any delay, without giving Wen Canghai and others a chance to react.

boom!

There was a dull sound of closing the door upstairs, and Zhao Qiuxia stood up in a panic as if waking up from a dream, "Yueyue, Mom and Dad didn't mean that!"

While she was talking, she chased up the stairs, and when she thought of her daughter's red-eyed complaints, her heart ached and she felt very guilty.

It turned out that they had made her suffer so much invisibly.

Wen Canghai's fire was also extinguished by Wen Qingyue's accusation, and the little guilt left in her heart was awakened by her tears and accusation.

So the storm that was about to break out was silently extinguished.

Wen Shuangshuang, the black hand behind the storm, was stunned. She really didn't expect Wen Qingyue to use her usual tricks.

"Dad..." Wen Shuangshuang looked upstairs reluctantly, and took a few steps closer to Wen Canghai, "Dad, do you really believe what my sister says? She is a tricky person, and I know you will feel sorry for her, she..."

"To shut up!"

Before Wen Shuangshuang finished speaking, Wen Canghai interrupted her irritably.

She was stunned by the yelling, and it took her a while to react. She was wronged and unwilling, "Dad, why are you yelling at me? It's not that I'm contradicting you! If she cries twice, you won't educate her, and instead get angry at me. After all, she is her own daughter!"

Bitch, sooner or later I'm going to get you out of Wen's house and go back to your mud den!

Wen Shuangshuang thought viciously in her heart, biting her back molars, tears rolling in her eyes.

Hearing her cry, Wen Canghai felt his head was going to explode, and shouted impatiently: "Okay! Why are you wronged, don't think that I don't know what you did! I'm just too used to you , we pamper you, what else do you want? Get out if you make trouble again!"

After Wen Canghai yelled, he got up irritably and went to the study, leaving Wen Shuangshuang alone in the living room dumbfounded.

Wen Shuangshuang's expression was still somewhat dull, and tears were still hanging from her eyes. It took her a long time to raise her hand to wipe away the tears, the grievance on her face was swept away, and her eyes were gloomy.

There was no one around and she didn't need to act in a one-man show again. She put away her tears and listened to Zhao Qiuxia's voice coaxing Wen Qingyue from upstairs, her heart was filled with jealousy and her expression was distorted.

What did you say that you will always treat her as your own daughter? If something happens, you don't just care about their own daughter!

Wen Shuangshuang took out her mobile phone, opened the address book expressionlessly, found Wen Ziming's number and dialed it.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Shuangshuang looked up to the second floor with dark eyes.

Who can't act, let's see who is clever!

Wen Shuangshuang retracted his gaze, walked into the kitchen, and picked out the hung knives, the blades glowing coldly under the light.

Wen Shuangshuang swallowed, skipped over the cutting knife, turned and left the kitchen.

She wanted to act, not to put her life on the line. Those knives were too fast, and she might die if she stabbed them down.

Wen Shuangshuang came out with a distressed expression, her gaze fell on the fruit plate, and her eyes lit up immediately.

Half an hour later, Wen Shuangshuang was sitting in the room checking the time, when she heard the sound of the car shutting down from downstairs, she looked to the window and saw that it was Wen Ziming's car.

The fun is on!

Wen Shuangshuang quickly turned on the phone, sent the pre-programmed message, then threw the phone on the bed, walked to the door and locked it, guessing that Wen Ziming should get out of the car to see her message at this time.

She pursed her lips and showed a triumphant smile, sat down on the bed, picked up the fruit knife brought up from downstairs just now, and held it in her left hand, gesticulating for a long time without daring to make a move.