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Chapter 1270 Disgust
Xue Wenwen listened to their left and right words, and felt restless, especially uncomfortable.

"Mom and Dad, I won't ask Xiu Yun for money." She said resolutely.

The enthusiasm on the faces of those who surrounded her enthusiastically just now disappeared, and they just stared at her.

"My marriage with him is just a need, and it will not last long. I married him not because he is rich, so I will not ask him for money, and you should not ask him for money."

Xue Wenwen took out a bank card from his bag and put it on the table, "Here is [-] yuan, which is the money I saved from part-time job, and it's all here."

"Thirty thousand, are you going to call him a beggar?" Xue Hao glanced at the bank card, all eyes disapproving.

"Will you give the beggar [-] yuan?" Xue Wenwen raised his head and turned back, "You won't even give me a penny. The new furniture of this family is paid for by my part-time job. What about you? What money do you pay?"

"I paid a lot. I paid for the renovation of the house, and I paid for my parents' usual expenses."

Xue Wenwen blushed, "That's money from my parents. You don't have a formal job until now, and you know how to mess around all day. You have the nerve to say it's you."

"I really deserve a beating." Xue Hao stood up angrily, clenched his fists, and wanted to rush towards Xue Wenwen.

Xue Wenwen shrank back.

Xue's father and Xue's mother hurriedly stopped him.

Xue Hao sat back again, seeing Xue Wenwen cowering on the sofa in fright, twitching the corners of his mouth, "I just scared her, and I never hit her when I grew up."

At most, I will ask her for some money, and say a few words to her.

Xue Wenwen was carrying the bag, "Mom and Dad, Xiang Xiuyun is not an ordinary person, don't talk to him like that, you still have money, it's only [-] yuan, if you dare to make trouble, I believe we will divorce soon .”

With that, she stood up.

"If you don't make trouble, I can still be Mrs. Xiang San for a longer time. If you make trouble, you will only have a daughter who is divorced and returned home. If you want to sell your daughter, you won't even be able to sell it for 20 yuan."

"What's selling your daughter? It's such an ugly word." Mother Xue glared at her.

Xue Wenwen: "Think about it for yourself, I'll go back first, and don't ask me for money in the future."

"Stop." Father Xue scolded.

"Wenwen, Ka."

Xue Hao quickly picked up the bank card: "[-] is also money, she gave it."

Xue Wenwen bit his lip as if he didn't hear, and strode away.

The elevator didn't even wait, so I ran straight up the stairs, as if something was chasing after me.

This family is patriarchal and only cares about money.

There is no place for her in this home.

Just because Xue Hao was getting married, and the woman asked for 50 yuan, her father found a rich second generation for her, and directly asked for 50 yuan, and he agreed.

Almost sold her.

Is it bad to say selling your daughter?

Half a month ago, the daughter in the building next door got married.

Her mother told her how much her daughter was sold for.

Doesn't it sound good to say the word dowry?
Not to mention how much it sold for.

She really hated this house.

She desperately wanted to escape from this sick home, so she didn't want Xiu Yun to see such a family as hers.

After running to the first floor in one breath, Xue Wenwen took a deep breath and felt a little better.

"Wenwen."

A red car stopped in front of Xue Wenwen, opened the window, and yelled at her.

Seeing him, Xue Wenwen's face changed slightly, "Jincheng."

(End of this chapter)