The real daughter raised by the stepmother came back with the ball

Chapter 1 The Stepmother's Real Daughter Is a Drama

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder resounded through the sky, and lightning illuminated the night.

On the quiet road in the middle of the night, a thin, seemingly extremely thin girl staggered along the road carrying a large bag of freshly picked Sophora japonica flowers.

A muffled thunder made her tremble in fright, and she couldn't help speeding up her pace.

But on the day of June, the child's face changed as soon as he said it, and there was no time for people to rush home.

After the muffled thunder, heavy rain poured down instantly.

After a while, a lot of rainwater accumulated on the road.

The drainage system here is not very good, and it soon converges into a small river.

At this moment, a car sped past without any intention of slowing down. It splashed water and landed firmly on the girl.

The girl wiped off the dirt on her face casually, without any complaints on her face, she looked very numb.

She walked towards home step by step.

It seems to have become accustomed to this kind of life.

Suddenly, the girl stopped at the corner, holding her chest and gasping for breath as if she was exhausted.

But if you look carefully, you will find that a black figure suddenly appeared hidden in the dark night. Even his head was covered with a black hood, leaving only a pair of eyes. Standing in the shadow, he looked up and down the girl:
"Boss! You look too... miserable! Do you need me..."

The black figure looked around vigilantly and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

There was no change in the slightest expression on the girl's numb face, only a slight movement of her mouth:
"Don't act rashly! My current identity can't be revealed yet. They don't know where they are, observing me from a distance. You should leave quickly, so as not to be discovered."

The black figure responded:
"it is good!"

next second.

"Wait! The car that splashed water on my face just now, teach him a lesson! Small punishment, big punishment!"

The girl kept stepping, her face remained unchanged, but the words she said didn't match her temperament at all.

"Okay, boss!"

After the black figure responded, it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The murderous look flashed in the girl's eyes, which were hidden by the rain.

She was careless, and after completing the task, she left such a big bug that the dogs could smell her position!
It's all due to too many things happening at home recently, and I was distracted for a while.

Be careful in the future!
Along the way, the girl didn't know how many falls because of "lack of strength" before she walked to the door of the house.

The moment the doorbell rang, the eyes behind the girl disappeared completely.

The girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, the door opened.

It's Aunt Liu, the nanny at home.

When Aunt Liu saw the eldest lady who was drenched in water and covered in mud, she screamed:
"Ah! Miss! How have you become like this! Come in! Come in!"

At this time, a well-maintained middle-aged woman wearing a dark green cheongsam and a brown shawl appeared from the second floor, frowning and slowly walking down:

"Aunt Liu, why are you making such a fuss! Qingya is already asleep."

Aunt Liu downstairs fell silent for a moment.

The middle-aged woman is Song Yu, the wife of the Shen family.

She walked down the stairs step by step, tightened her cloak, and looked at Aunt Liu dissatisfied:
"Hurry up and close the door! The rain is blowing in. Look, it has made the floor dirty. This is an imported wooden floor. Not everyone can afford it if it breaks!"

As Song Yu said that, he glanced blankly at the filthy girl at the door.

"Hey! Yes, ma'am!"

Aunt Liu hurriedly responded, gently pulled the girl, let her into the house, closed the door gently, then went to find a rag and began to carefully wipe the floor.

After the play was over, the girl put down the big bag of locust trees and went to her room.

Although it is already very warm in June, it is still quite cool at night when I am drenched all over.

"stop!"

Song Yu, who was sitting on the sofa, snarled and looked at the water footprints behind the girl with disgust:
"Shen Qingling! Where is the pagoda tree flower that I asked you to pick? Qingya wants to eat it when she wakes up tomorrow!"

"Mother, Sophora japonica is in that cloth bag, didn't you see it? Ah! Mother, what's wrong with your eyes? Is there something wrong? Aunt Liu! Uncle Zhang! Call a doctor for mother! Mother, she is blind Already!"

While Shen Qingling seemed to be concerned about it, she shouted loudly, calling everyone in the family.

There are too many people, Song Yu can't make things difficult for her for his own face.

This is experience.

The middle-aged woman on the sofa had an angry expression on her well-maintained face, which could no longer maintain her empathetic dignity, revealing her originally vicious face:
"Shen Qingling! You are presumptuous!"

At this time, all the servants of the Shen family had gathered in the living room.

A middle-aged man also walked out of the master bedroom upstairs in response. This man is Shen Shihai, the head of the Shen family.

He looked at the commotion downstairs, Shen Qingling was standing aside, drenched all over, Song Yu's face was ugly, and he understood what was going on in an instant.

He went downstairs quickly, put Song Yu in his arms and carried him to the sofa, lowered his head, and coaxed softly:
"Ma'am, what's the matter? Who made you mad, Ma'am?"

"Hmph! What's the matter? I see that Qing Ling doesn't see me as a mother anymore!"

Song Yu wept and pretended to wipe away his tears, and continued to cry:

"Just now I cared about her a few words, but she scolded me!"

"What? There is such a thing?"

Shen Shihai's face became severe, he turned his head and glared at Shen Qingling:
"Qing Ling! Come and apologize to your mother!"

The latter acted like a frightened little rabbit, tears seeming to fall.

But if this look of weeping is on the face of a girl who is as beautiful as a fairy, it will definitely arouse countless people's distress.

But the girl's face was covered with a large area of ​​burn scars, and it was not an exaggeration to say that she was extremely ugly.

Shen Shihai, who still felt sorry for Shen Qingling, couldn't help but look disgusted.

Although I have seen this face for more than ten years, I have not gotten used to it.

Fatherly love, a little, but not much.

"Father, I...I was worried about mother...I...I didn't..."

Shen Qingling sobbed and said out of breath.

For so many years, she has avoided countless scoldings by pretending to be dumbfounded by Xiao Baihua. Her acting skills are excellent, tears come when she says it, and she is not even a Hollywood star.

The servants of the Shen family who watched her grow up all looked distressed.

The housekeeper, Uncle Zhang, really couldn't see it, so he took a step forward:
"Master, madam, the eldest lady is definitely not malicious. For the sake of picking the sophora japonica flowers for the second lady in the rain, let her hurry up and change into clean clothes!"

"Old Zhang! Can I still slander her?"

Song Yu stopped crying, stopped pretending, and stared at Butler Zhang like a poisonous tongue.

At this moment, only a "plop" was heard.

Shen Qingling fell to the ground in response.

The servants of the Shen family immediately stepped forward worriedly. Aunt Liu touched Shen Qingling's forehead, and said to the two people on the sofa behind her:
"Master, madam, Missy, she has a fever and passed out!"

(End of this chapter)