Be a scholar after rebirth

Chapter 105 The Painting Was Ruined
Qiao Hui was taken aback by the roar.

But how could it be possible to ask her to return the painting to An Ying now? Ning Ning lost so many people today with this dead girl An Ying. Will Ning Ning still have a good impression of Li's family in the future?
Looking at Yang Yanfei's attitude now, one can see that the impression is extremely bad, and she simply broke the can.

"Even if this painting was painted by your mother, it's something that we settled down in. I'm Lao An's wife now. I can't decide what is in the house. Today I will make the decision. This painting is for Ningning. Ning Ning gave it to Madam Li."

Qiao Hui pulled hard, she thought she could pull it over, but An Ying also tightly pulled the other side of the painting frame.

Between the pull of the two people, there was only a click, and the frame of the picture cracked.

An Ying stared at Qiao Hui with wide eyes, "Let go."

Not only did Qiao Hui not let go, "I can't take the things in my house, so I won't let go."

She pulled it harder, and all the glass shattered, the painting and the glass fell to the ground, and the two of them grabbed the outer frame of a picture frame.

An Ying and Qiao Hui bent over to pick up the paintings on the ground at the same time.

Because there was glass on it, Qiao Hui was too anxious to grab the painting, and her hand was accidentally cut by the glass, and the bright red blood fell onto the painting. Without the protection of the glass, the blood seeped in quickly. It was a perfect picture Drawn, falling blemishes.

An Ying only felt that her heart was cut by a knife. This was the only painting left to her by her mother, and it was also her last thought. Before that, her father had put away all her mother's things, and then Qiao Hui passed through the door. Afterwards, they were all thrown away.

"Qiao Hui, you stained the painting, let go quickly." An Ying eagerly wanted to see if there was any remedy.

Qiao Hui still didn't let go, "Listen, listen, I've been married to your father for so many years anyway, if you don't call me mom, you should call me Auntie Qiao anyway, you actually called me by my name, your mother died Good morning, since I'm married to your father, I have to teach you on her behalf. The things at home belong to the whole family, not you alone..."

Qiao Hui clamored to teach An Ying well, and stretched out her hand to pull it hard, only to hear a stabbing sound, and the painting was torn in half from the middle.

Everyone around gasped. Such a beautiful painting was torn and dripped with blood.

Tan Sitong also frowned. Although this painting was not Yan Sichan's pinnacle work, it was still a good painting, and it was ruined like this.

"Qiao Hui." An Ying's voice suddenly became sharper.

As soon as Qiao Hui raised her head, she heard a 'snap', and she was slapped across the face.

She didn't react for a while, she was stunned for a moment, An Ying bent over to pick up the painting on the ground, then she realized, and rushed towards An Ying angrily, "You have turned against you, and you dare to hit me, I am Your stepmother, your father's wife, no matter how you say it, is also your elder, see if I don't beat you to death."

An Ying was still only focused on picking up the paintings on the ground, and Qiao Hui pushed her to the ground without paying attention. There were so many glass shards on the ground, and many small cuts were cut on An Ying's body and legs.

An Ying only felt a pain, but still picked up the painting and held it in her arms, and grabbed Qiao Hui's hair with her hand.

Qiao Hui yelled in pain, "An Ying, you are a dead girl who has a father and no mother, please let go of my hair quickly, ah, it hurts, it hurts to death, let go quickly."

(End of this chapter)