Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

In the slums of Haicheng, the curtains that had not been opened for several days were still isolated from the sun. On the stool sat a woman full of resentment.

She clenched her fist. Blood red eyes are full of hate. Staring at the beautiful and powerful josing on the screen.

This person is Su Qing who has disappeared for many days, of course. No one has ever looked for her.

Murmured: "bitch, bitch, josin, why don't you die..."

The soft background music and the excited voice of the reporter filled the small rental house.

"Today, the day when the real daughter of the Su family returns to the Su family, Su's enterprise donated 50 million directly to Haicheng orphanage. It aims to provide a better life for children without their parents.

"Miss Su Xin graduated from Haicheng University of fine arts and is an outstanding graduate representative of Haicheng University of Fine Arts..."

Many reporters chirped in front of the camera to publicize the charity of the Su family today and the dazzling Su Xin in front of the camera.

Su Qing pinches the water cup in her hand. The picture on TV is reflected in her vicious apricot eyes.

Her breathing became more and more intense, and even her chest shook up and down more and more. Su Qing grabbed the water cup in her hand and smashed it into the TV like crazy.

Everything on the table was swept away. A hoarse voice shouted, "bitch, josin, you bitch!"

The screen collided with the water cup. The gentle music was replaced by the harsh sound of breaking. The screen was smashed by the cup, and the water cup lay on the floor.

In a few seconds, a few wisps of black smoke came out of the TV. Darkness replaced light.

Mingming is still in broad daylight. Su Qing's room with curtains is extremely dark. It is incompatible with the bright outside world, like a dark night with corruption.

Su Qing's hand was cut by the cup, and the blood fell down on the floor along her hand.

Her chest heaved violently, staring at the pieces on the ground. Her apricot eyes seemed to crack.

"Why? I have lived as a Miss Su for more than 20 years. Why do you want to replace me now? I am. I am the real Miss Su. It should be me, all mine!"

"Josie, you shouldn't live. You fight with me for everything you live, and take everything from me. I want you to die, Josie, you die!"

With a bang, the computer keyboard was directly smashed to the ground, and the keyboard cap was smashed everywhere.

But no matter how she shouted, no one paid attention to her.

At noon, Yang Cuihua finally came back from shopping. She was surprised by the mess in the house.

"Qingqing, what's the matter? How did the family become like this?" Yang Cuihua quickly packed up the smashed things on the ground, and an unknown fire came out in her heart.

"These are all bought with money. You see you've smashed them all. What do we use? Qingqing, can you go out and find a job and stay at home like this all day..."

Yang Cuihua scolded and picked up the smashed things. She looked at Su Qing sitting on the sofa and was impatient.

She cleaned up her home all day and had to get up early to go to work. Su Qing, a famous college student, hid at home and chewed old. She can't even compare with half of Qiao Xin.

Since Su Qing was taken out of prison and lay in bed without eating or drinking for several days, she has been depressed and resentful all day, and she has no good face towards her family.