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

After hearing Shen Que's words, Ling Xi couldn't believe it: "But she"

"How do you want her to know that you would disagree? Because you agreed, Wen Yurou has your forgiveness, and Qian Rui won't say anything else.
She could be fined up to a few months of pocket money, or not fined at all.

Furthermore, I didn't ask, Qian Rui coaxed me and persuaded me, no matter what the situation, Wen Yurou would not leave because she didn't want to. "

Shen Que rubbed his eyes with a sarcastic smile on his lips. Qian Rui knew how to calculate, but she didn't expect that her own daughter could guess everything.

"It's so disgusting. Doesn't Qian Rui treat us as fools? I thought she was very nice just now. I'm so angry!"

Ling Xi felt that Wen Yurou should have been beaten before being thrown away.

"In her heart, I'm just a well-behaved daughter. Is there any difference between me and a fool?"

Shen Que's tone was full of indifference. Perhaps as early as the moment he fell into the lake, he should have understood that Qian Rui's heart was biased, and he still wanted to give her a necklace.

It's so funny!

Putting down his hands and leaning on the back of the chair: "Has the stuff been delivered? What's his reaction?"

Ling Xi briefly told what happened at Yinjiang Manor.

"I see, you go to rest."

Shen Que stood up and walked towards the bed.

Seeing this, Ling Xi turned and left.

The room fell into silence. Shen Que opened his eyelids, his fingers unconsciously clenched the quilt, his knuckles turned white, and he murmured to himself in a low and soft voice: "Brother, this is the last time."

Currently in the master bedroom on the first floor.

Qian Rui was doing skin care with cold eyes. Wen Qingfan coaxed Wen Yurou for a long time before coming in, with a look of exhaustion on his face.

Seeing his wife, he took a deep breath: "Rourou fainted from crying, why don't you go and have a look?"

Qian Rui said nothing, minding his own business.

"Xiaorui, Rourou already knows that she was wrong. Do you have to make everyone unhappy because of a servant?
To you, isn't Rourou no better than a servant? "Wen Qingfan rubbed his brows, his tone was helpless and tired, can't he just stay in peace?

Did you have to end up in this situation just because of a trivial matter?
Qian Rui turned around, his eyes cold: "Then what do you want me to do? Leave it alone, or dote on Yurou without any limits like you?"

Wen Qingfan had a complicated expression: "Then we shouldn't let Rourou leave. She is about to get engaged to the Zhou family. Send her away at this time.
What do the Zhou family think? We have watched Rourou grow up. If she wasn't really angry, how could she be so reckless?

Xiaorui, you think Shen Que has wronged her when she comes back, I understand you, but Rourou calls your mother of more than ten years anyway, can you bear it? "

"If you really understand me, you won't question me. You ask me if I can't bear it. What should I do if I can't bear it? The palms and backs of my hands are all flesh.
It was indeed chilling. If there was no reason for her to stay in this family, Wen Qingfan!

Our biological daughter can leave, do you understand or not? "Qian Rui's eyes were filled with tears, stubbornly refusing to let them fall.

Didn't she feel distressed today when she saw the daughter she had held in her palms since childhood kneeling on the ground? But she had no choice.

She knew that Wen Qingfan would not let Wen Yurou go, so she said that just to make Shen Que feel that she still belonged to this family.

But the person next to her didn't understand her at all, and even came to question herself.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt aggrieved. I couldn't control my tears anymore, so I hid my face on the table and sobbed.

Wen Qingfan walked over and held her in his arms, comforting her softly: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I should have thought of it, Xiaorui, don't cry, I feel bad."

Qian Rui raised her hand and hit him, as if venting her dissatisfaction.

The next day, Ling Xi took Shen Que downstairs and saw Wen Yurou and Wen Qingfan eating at the dining table.

Ling Xi's eyes flashed with displeasure, and she cursed in her heart: 'The eldest lady was really right, it's really disgusting. ’

When Wen Qingfan saw Shen Que, he put down the milk in his hand and said seriously: "Que Que, your sister is still young and is getting engaged again. I think it is best not to make too much of a fuss about what happened yesterday.
Rourou has already apologized, so let's end this matter. "

Shen Que: "So?"

Wen Qingfan waited for her words, but after waiting for several minutes, there was still no reply. His brows furrowed slightly, so? Didn't you make it clear enough? Wen Qing and Wen Fan sat and ate without saying a word, while Wen Yurou lowered her head, acting as if she was the victim.

At this time, Qian Rui's dissatisfied voice came from behind: "I don't agree. What was said last night will be whatever the arrangements are for today."

As he spoke, he reached out to hold Shen Que's hand.

Feeling the warmth coming from his hand, Shen did not feel anything at all.

When Wen Qingfan was about to get angry, Shen Que said calmly: "Mother, father is right, my sister is still young, don't make it unpleasant, let's have breakfast."

Qian Rui was stunned, his hands were empty, and his heart was also empty.

Ling Xi handed Shen Que a wet tissue and wiped his fingers carefully in front of everyone.

Then he started eating slowly.

In Qian Rui's eyes, this scene seemed like something was going off the rails.

Breakfast was extremely quiet, the only sound was the sound of cutlery falling on the plate.

After a long while, Shen Que took out a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Mom, my friend is looking for me today. He went out first and will be back later."

She stood up and walked out of the door without waiting for Qian Rui's answer.

Seeing this, Wen Fan drank the last sip of milk and said hurriedly: "I have something else to do, let's go."

When he walked to the door, he picked up his coat and ran out, his pace a bit anxious.

The four people at the table looked at each other in confusion. Wen Yurou felt uneasy and whispered softly: "Sister, are you angry?"

No one answered. Yesterday, I didn't understand why Wen Fan blocked his warmth. Today, I understand, and I feel an indescribable feeling in my heart.

"I'm stuffed."

He threw away the half-eaten piece of bread and returned to his room.

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In the Maybach, Shen Que was sitting in the passenger seat, tilting his head to face the window. There was already a hint of autumn in the wind.

"Are you blaming us?"

Wen Fan suddenly said this without any end, which brought Shen Que back to his mind.

Shen Que turned his head, leaned back on the chair, and relaxed his whole body: "What?"

Wen Fan knew that she was pretending to be confused. He stopped the car at a red light and looked at the countdown red light. The shrewd Danfeng's eyes were now a little more complicated: "You know what I'm asking."

It's not that he didn't notice what Qian Rui did, otherwise he wouldn't stop Wen Qing.

Today Shen Que is obviously very indifferent to Qian Rui. It's not resentment, what is it?
Shen Que closed his eyes and said calmly: "I blame my mother for showing off, or my father for being partial, or I blame you for watching with cold eyes?"

Wen Fan lowered his head, thinking that it was a good thing that Shen was really smart, but sometimes he felt that she was so smart that it was scary.

"Wen Fan, it's you who are looking for me, not me. I don't have to be a member of the Wen family. I can still live a good life without you, do you understand?"

Wen Fan's voice was dull, and his slender fingers clenched the steering wheel tightly, even though his joints were turning white. He said, "So, you never thought about coming back.

If we don't come to you, you don't even want to have anything to do with us, right? "

"Yes, I don't want to, because you don't belong to me. The time you came back has verified my imagination." Shen did not hesitate at all, and his tone was decisive.

There was a hint of darkness in Wen Fan's eyes, and his heart felt like countless ants were gnawing at it, making him throb in pain.

After a while, he breathed a long sigh of relief, stretched out a hand and placed it on her head, saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."