Abducted Marriage-Fatal Sinking

Chapter 8
"Don't tell me these things. If it wasn't for Zhang Wanyi, would my brother die? She still has the nerve to throw the child to our Xia family." Xia Minghui grabbed Xia Xiaoli and pointed at her face: "Look Look at her face, she looks like her heartless mother, just looking at her makes me angry, I want to support you." Pushing Xia Xiaoli to Zhang Zhengyu.

The two big men had loud voices and strong hands, which made Xiao Li cry in fright.

"The death of my brother-in-law is none of my sister's business. It's his own fate. Why should Xiao Li be raised by our family?" Zhang Zhengyu pushed back.

Chen Yuefang saw that the child was crying miserably, and she was also a mother, so she felt uncomfortable when she saw her. Seeing Xia Xiaoli staggered, she hurried to help her. Pushed Chen Yuefang.

Xia Minghui's anger rose instantly, he ran to his house, forced him into a little trouble, and even dared to beat his wife, if he could bear it, he is not a man.

"You dare to do it?" Xia Minghui swung his fist at him.

Zhang Zhengyu is not a master who can't fight back. After two or three blows, the two hit each other. Thinking that the room is small and not enough to play, they went out.

Everyone in the neighborhood knew each other. When they heard the commotion, they all mobilized, but no one dared to go up to try to stop the fight. Fists didn't have eyes, and two strong men fought each other. No one dared to go up.

"Isn't this the eldest son of the Xia family and the youngest son of the Zhang family? Why are they fighting?"

"Aren't the two relatives?"

"What about relatives? I heard that the second son of the Xia family died unexpectedly. Could it be that they are fighting for inheritance?"

Others see that Xia Mingchen is a good teacher and has a fixed salary, so he must live a good life, but only he knows his own life.

Chen Yuefang nervously told them to stop, but no one listened to her.

Having never seen such a violent scene before, Xia Xiaoli was terrified and hid behind Chen Yuefang, carefully grabbing the corner of her clothes.

She never knew that the originally amiable uncle and uncle turned out to have such a terrifying face. Xia Mingchen loved Xia Xiaoli more than life, and was reluctant to let her see a little bit of darkness in the world. She is the princess in the ivory tower. There is only beauty and light.

"Stop." An old female voice shouted, at this time Xia Minghui and Zhang Zhengyu were fighting inextricably, no one heard her words at all, the old man could only turn to the young man next to her: "Third brother, hurry up and stop them. "

Xia Minghuang rushed between the two of them, blocked them, put one hand on their chests, and prevented them from approaching: "Enough is enough, stop beating."

Only then did the two stop their hands angrily, and their faces were painted on each other.

"How old are you, and you still fight. If you have something to say, you have to do it. Whatever you look like, come in. If you have something to go home, don't be ashamed of yourself here." The old lady Xia is hale and hearty. His old face was majestic.

Zhang Zhengyu tidied up his clothes, and gave Xia Minghui a hard look, with some lingering anger, but he was quite polite to Mrs. Xia: "Aunt Xia, I will not participate in your family affairs." After finishing speaking, Take three steps, do two steps, and then walk. It is said to be walking, but in fact it is similar to running.

"Zhang Zhengyu, bastard, don't run away, take Xia Xiaoli away with me too." Xia Minghui shouted, wanting to chase after him.

"Stop, Xia Minghui, don't you feel ashamed enough?" Mrs. Xia stopped him loudly.

Xia Mingchen stopped out of habit, and said indignantly: "Mom, why did you let him go like this? What about Xia Xiaoli?"

The old lady Xia almost twisted her nose in anger, and shouted directly: "She is your niece, not some kind of oil bottle, if you don't raise her, I will!"

"Mom, don't you just let me raise you?" Xia Mingchen also yelled loudly, his mother lived with his eldest son, his mother took this responsibility, and in the end she didn't want him to bear it.

"Brother, why are you yelling at mom? Xiaoli is a child of our Xia family." Xia Minghuang was disappointed that his elder brother's feelings were so cold. He reached out and pulled Xia Xiaoli from Chen Yuefang, holding her hand: "I'll raise her." , as long as I, Xia Minghuang, have a bite to eat, Xiaoli won't be hungry."

Xia Xiaoli looked up at her young uncle deeply, with sparkles in his eyes, he held Xia Minghuang's hand tightly.After so many years, when she became famous, she will never forget this day, when everyone saw her like a shoe, it was her uncle who held her hand.

If you don't experience the life of sending someone away, you don't know what it's like. After all, it's not your own life. It's okay to live for a while, but it will become disgusting after a long time.

Xia Xiaoli was sitting on the small bed in the room, holding an ugly doll in her hands, weeping softly, she didn't know how long she had been sitting here, everything around her seemed to be still, everything in front of her eyes was hazy It was hazy, she couldn't see clearly no matter how she looked, she seemed to be trapped in a thick fog, running alone, helplessly...

She misses her father, misses her mother, misses her former home, and sometimes some strange fantasies appear in her mind, imagining that her father will suddenly open the door and come in, pick her up, and talk to her about school like he used to do every time he gets off work. The funny things in it, and then started to draw with her, usually they always forget the time, until her mother came in angrily, scraped the two of them, and yelled the two ancestors to eat, and finally the father must be rambling Trick, even play cute and cheap, until it makes mom laugh, and they will have a good dinner time.

She is the most beloved little princess of her parents, even if the food they eat is not delicacies from mountains and seas, but the best must be hers.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, with a dreamy longing, as if he was really in the scene again.

The door of the room was opened, and a four or five-year-old girl rushed to the bed, kicked the bed with her little feet, and said in a childish voice: "I have eaten, and I have been sitting here all day like a ghost. Come to invite you to dinner, and, let me tell you, everything in this room is mine, you are not allowed to touch it, or I will beat you."

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!

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