Movie King Dad, your daughter came to you from the countryside.

Chapter 21 Divorce
In the lobby, everyone began to feast.

Chen Siyu served her daughter a bowl of boiled fish and said with a smile: "Xiaoru has good hands-on skills despite her young age. Originally, she wanted to help you in the kitchen, but she became frustrated when you didn't agree."

Nie Fuyao held the bowl with a cold expression, "Cooking was assigned yesterday. Before, each family had one day. My cooking skills are indeed good, but it does not mean that I like cooking. Originally, I only had to be responsible for today's meals. If I accepted With your help, can I still stand by and watch while you cook? Once you have set the rules, you must abide by them, otherwise there is no need to make rules."

Song Feika has a high position, so naturally she is not afraid of offending Chen Siyu. She smiled and said: "Xiaoru is indeed a very cute little girl, but you are still young. Come here to have fun. Cooking is an adult's business."

Chen Siyu's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly tightened, and her expression could hardly be maintained.

She was not stupid and naturally understood the implication of Song Fei's words.

A little girl took the initiative to help in the kitchen, but the adults like them were sitting outside and "lazy". This was still under the camera, so it looked like they were very indifferent.

Her self-righteousness directly offended other families.

She originally thought of using her daughter to ease the relationship with Nie Lingchuan and his daughter, but it turned out to be self-defeating. The remaining three groups of families were all affected by her.

Even if I feel upset, what can I do if it has already happened?

Thinking that his comeback might be premature, Chen Siyu was upset and angry.

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There is an undercurrent surging here, and the Fang family on the other side is also starting to get smarter.

Early in the morning, Fang Yungang took Mrs. Fang to the local media and explained his intention.

When the program team heard that these two people were the grandmother and uncle of Nie Fuyao, who had been dominating the recent hot searches, they knew that traffic was coming to their door.

"What are you going to do with Nie Fuyao?" The man smiled restrainedly, but his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses were shrewd.

As a reporter in a county-level city, you earn a dead salary. Anyone who has some connections has already left. Those who stay either have no connections or their business is not good.

Simple pictures that are close to home are not included.

Obviously, this person does not like to settle for the status quo.

When Fang Yungang faces outsiders, he usually behaves like five to six people.

But reporters are used to seeing all kinds of people, so Fang Yungang's little bit of moral integrity can't be hidden from his eyes.

"What can you do? This child didn't even say hello to us before she left. Aren't we worried about her?" Fang Yungang looked helpless, like a good uncle, "My mother is so worried these days that she can't eat or sleep. , I saw this child on my phone, and I have to see with my own eyes whether she is doing well or not, and there is nothing I can do about it.”

It sounds like he is a good son and uncle. It would be more believable if there was no trace of greed in his eyes.

"The program team has an address and a phone number. You can go there by yourself. Why do you need to find the TV station?"

Fang Yungang chuckled and said: "You don't know, that girl thinks we are poor and is picky about my mother. We just go there like this. Who knows if we can see her or be kicked out when the time comes." With your TV station following her, she definitely wouldn’t dare.”

The reporter wanted popularity and fame, and Fang Yungang and his son wanted money. It can be said that the two sides hit it off.

The three of them chatted privately for a long time, and decided to take a plane to Qingya Town in Nancheng the day after tomorrow. The TV station would reimburse the travel expenses, and the mother and son left with satisfaction.

On the way back, Mrs. Fang was so excited and nervous that her face was flushed unnaturally.

"Gangzi, do you think that little beast can give us money?"

Fang Yungang looked arrogant and disdainful, "She dares not to give it to you. You raised her so big, how dare she not to provide for you in old age? If she doesn't give it, she will sue the court. How can a big star lose his face?"

As a lazy waste, Fang Yungang has no sense of self-consciousness. He only feels that it is society's fault that he has achieved nothing so far.

Now that Nie Fuyao has become prosperous, how could he just let go of this opportunity to make a fortune? Fools all know how to make money by being a star. "I don't want more, 1000 million, not a penny less, otherwise she won't have a chance to live a good life."

Thinking of the 1000 million he was about to receive, Fang Yungang felt passionate in his heart.

As soon as he got the money, he divorced the yellow-faced woman at home and left the money to that stinky bitch.

He wants to buy a big house, marry a young and beautiful woman, and give birth to a fat boy.

Mrs. Fang became happier the more she listened, and the anxiety in her heart dissipated in her son's words.

When they returned home, the mother and son saw the woman busy in the kitchen, and no one thought to help.

"Gangzi, how many days are we going there? Do you want to bring some clothes?"

Fang Yungang glared at her with disgust, "You're so petty, why don't you bring any clothes? When we ask for the money, I'll buy you dozens of sets in a big city."

After that, he looked at the woman in the kitchen and said arrogantly: "You, make me some dishes to go with wine."

The woman nodded numbly, but the next second she was kicked down by Fang Yungang.

The leeks in her hand were scattered on the ground, her messy hair covered half of her face, and she looked like an old lady in her rustic fat clothes.

"Are you really a mute? You can't kick me out with three kicks. I'm really unlucky for eight lifetimes by marrying you. You cry all day long, as if I owe you, and I've ruined all my wealth with you."

Old Mrs. Fang watched happily and echoed: "The beating was too light. The men at home have been busy for a day, and when they come back, they don't see a smile on their faces. They have raised two white-eyed wolves."

In fact, Fang Yungang has not made much money in these years. His wife earns all the expenses at home, but the mother and son cannot see it at all.

Maybe he saw it and didn't care.

At night, everything is quiet.

The woman lay in bed for a long time unable to sleep.

"Mom?" A little girl next to him called hesitantly.

Sun Juan came to her senses, held her daughter in her arms, and asked in a low voice: "Niuniu, if your father and I divorce, who will you marry?"

Fang Yuxiu suddenly hugged Sun Juan tightly and replied with a trembling voice: "I'll follow mom, mom, don't let me go."

There are some words that Fang Yuxiu dare not say out loud. In her heart, she has no love for her grandma and dad, only hatred.

She and her mother were the punching bags of those two people in this family. Anyone who felt uncomfortable would punch, kick, and yell at them.

She had had enough.

"Mom, after the divorce, will we not have to be beaten?"

Her daughter's words made Sun Juan, who was trying her best to stay calm, burst into tears instantly.

"Yes..." she said hoarsely, "I won't be afraid of being beaten after I leave."

The mother and daughter slept on the balcony. The house itself had two bedrooms and one living room. Mrs. Fang came here a few years ago and took away her granddaughter's room. In desperation, Sun Juan built a wooden board in half of the balcony. Bed, mother and daughter sleep here.

One sleep lasts four years.

(End of this chapter)