Paranoid!Crazy batch!The real daughter is a black lotus

Mr. Qian was not so righteous and had selfish motives. He accompanied his wife and the Wen family to the temple to settle matters. He did not make it very clear. He only said that the Wen family and the Qian family would have a big disaster in the next few years. He didn't believe it at first, but now When he saw the Wen family, he believed it.

He couldn't estimate Shen Que's strength, but if he gave it to her, Mr. Qian could rest assured.

There is no reason, just a feeling, a gamble.

After Shen Que listened, his amber eyes reflected the other person's face, and he picked up the box again: "Give it to me, is your son willing?"

"He doesn't know." Mr. Qian shook his head: "When this thing is in my hands, no one knows about it except me. My son never believes those random rumors."

"Aren't you afraid if I take it and you won't do anything?"

Mr. Qian said resolutely: "You can't."

Shen Que smiled: "What if I say I can?"

A flash of light flashed in Mr. Qian's eyes, and most of his confidence was reduced. He lowered his head for a while and said, "Then this is the fate of the Qian family."

After all, what you picked up is not yours. If you have held it in your hands for so many years, you will have to give it back sooner or later. It is better to give it a try.

After what happened to the Wen family, his health was not as good as before. Yesterday, he carried everyone on his back and went to the temple where he used to be and asked for a fortune. The master who interpreted the fortune only said: "Some things are held for a long time, and cause and effect are inevitable. It is better to exchange them for Only things that are in line with the present can last.”

"As long as the Qian family doesn't harm my interests, I will help them for Wen Fan's sake."

Shen indeed answered Mr. Qian's question without saying it was for Qian Rui's sake.

Mr. Qian understood, smiled and nodded: "Thank you."

Seeing that he had nothing more to say, Shen Que took the box and walked out, his hand just resting on the door handle.

Mr. Qian's slightly pleading words came from behind.

"Can you tell me what your relationship is with the Shen family of Eucalyptus Huaiguo?"

Shen Que tilted his head slightly and said in an indifferent tone: "It has nothing to do with you."

Open the door and go out.

Mr. Qian sighed and lowered his head: "This is the last thing I can do. I hope I can bet correctly."

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Shen Que walked to the living room, but there was no one there. She took the box to her room in No. 17.

He opened the door and saw Qian Rui sitting next to his bed. He walked in blankly and said in a calm tone, "Is something wrong?"

Qian Rui looked at her with a complicated expression. Wen Fan said that Shen Que was very sad when he was in a coma. He would rather quarrel with Wen Qingfan than find the murderer for him, but since he woke up, he has never seen Shen Que being warm to him. .

Qian Rui had always been cold and indifferent. Qian Rui didn't know whether Wen Fan was exaggerating or Shen Que was pretending to be cold when he was angry.

"You"'s eyes touched the wooden box in her hand, and the words on her lips changed: "What do you have in your hand?"

Shen Que glanced at it and threw it on the desk beside him. He unbuttoned it and said, "A gift from grandpa."

Qian Rui wondered why his father thought of giving Shen Que a gift. He thought for a while without asking, and started to talk about the main issue tonight. He patted the seat next to him and said, "Sit down, mom wants to have a heart-to-heart talk with you."

Shen Que continued his movements without sitting down, as if he was impatient: "Just say what you want to say, I'm very tired."

Qian Rui was stabbed in the heart and felt a dull pain. He took back his hand and put it on his leg. His eyes were filled with apology and he said from the bottom of his heart: "Indeed, you blamed me for being partial and hurt you. I know. Now that mom knows she was wrong and promises to make it up to you in the future, can you forgive mom?

Let's start over. I will definitely make up for all the debts of the past ten years, okay? "

Shen Que took off his coat and threw it in the dirty clothes basket. He turned around and stared at her condescendingly, with a trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes: "Have you ever seen a broken mirror that can be glued together without cracks? What you said about starting over, Where do you start?

Your so-called guarantee is just because Wen Yurou betrayed you, making it impossible for you to love me anymore, and you want to put those blessings on me. You have never thought about being truly good to me, so how can you start over? "

Their eyes are very similar, the only two things that are different are their eye color and expression.

Qian Rui felt the coldness in Shen Que's bones and couldn't answer the question for a moment. "Wen Qingfan has lied to you for more than 20 years. Are you lying to me just like him? It's just that I stopped my losses in time.

If you want to go back to the beginning, what's the difference between asking for your Wen Qingfan? Shen Que looked at her increasingly pale face without any concern and continued: "So if you expect me to forgive you for something that you can't forgive yourself, don't you think you are talking nonsense?" "

Shen Que walked towards the bathroom.

When Qian Rui saw this, he stood up suddenly without thinking: "Wait! It's true."

Shen Que stopped at the bathroom door without looking at her.

"It's true, mom, I don't ask you to forgive me, and mom doesn't care about you, but can you please don't do this to me and give me a chance to get close to you." Qian Rui almost choked up, tears piling up in his eyes uncontrollably.

Shen Que heard the sobbing, but his heart was still calm, and his tone was calm: "People are not as good as snakes swallowing elephants. It is best for us to be peaceful and not disturb each other."

After leaving these words, Shen Que walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Qian Rui fell weakly on the bed, tears falling silently, her heart was beating like a knife, and the pain made her suffocate. If she had known today, when Shen Que came back, she would have tried her best to be good to her and never let her be sad. .

After a long time, Shen Que came out of the bathroom, wiping his hair and wrapped in a white bath towel. Qian Rui didn't know when she left. She didn't want to think about it. She walked to the table to get her phone, and her eyes caught a tear-stained note next to the phone.

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"Mom understands that she has too many extravagant expectations, and some things can't be changed even if they are done, but I still want to say that she was wrong and she just wants to make up for it."

Shen Que sneered, picked up the phone, crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can: "Made up, if everything can be made up for, there will be nothing wrong in the world."

Dial a number and the person on the other end answers instantly: "Miss."

"The Qian family wants to sell No. 17, buy it back and demolish it to build a cemetery."

The person on the other side was stunned for two seconds and then said nothing, saying "I understand."

The next day, Shen Que came out of the room and saw a maid standing in front of her with breakfast.

The maid said respectfully: "Here is your breakfast and warm water. The driver is waiting for you at the door."

Shen Que glanced at the breakfast on the tray and saw that it was Qian Rui's craftsmanship. He turned his head and looked into the distance, and saw a familiar figure retracting from his back.

Shen Que looked away, picked up the warm water and drank it in one gulp, then picked up the sandwich and left with his schoolbag on his back.

Qian Rui came out of the corner and saw the empty tray. She was overjoyed. She was even happier than if the company had made hundreds of millions.

For several days in a row, Shen Que's breakfast and dinner were cooked by Qian Rui himself. When he returned to the room, there were always two more clothes and gifts in the wardrobe on the table, sometimes just bank cards.

Shen Que ignored it every time he glanced at it, leaving his bank card gathering dust in the corner.

On this Saturday, the 17th was sold, and the housekeeper took the servants to pack things.

Shen Que came out of his yard after breakfast, and busy figures could be seen everywhere.

"You said that Miss Qian cooks in the kitchen every day for you to serve to Miss Shen?" The maid's slightly surprised voice reached Shen Que's ears.

She stood motionless.

Another maid made a silent gesture to her: "Can you please keep your voice down? If the housekeeper knows that we are talking about the master behind his back, he will be scolded to death."

"No, although Miss Shen is the daughter of the young lady, is this too pampering? Wen Yurou didn't seem to be treated like this before." She lowered her voice, still surprised.

"Why don't you talk about your biological children?"

Disclaimer: The heroine will never forgive Qian Rui. She has a bit of a holy mother's heart. Please don't read it if you mind.