Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

Josin sat in the flower bed downstairs with a calm look on his face. What should she do tonight, sleeping on the street?

The mobile phone in the bag lights up, and the prompt tone of the short message rings: "are you home?"

Looking at the text message of Yan Siye's greetings, Qiao Xin finally stopped the acid in her eyes and began to flow up again. It turns out that there are still people in the world who care about themselves.

"The moon is so sad tonight." mosquitoes are still flying around on their legs. Josin called banquet night while beating mosquitoes.

"What's the matter with you? Have you caught a cold? Your voice sounds strange." after receiving a call from Qiao Xin, the banquet Secretary night heard that Qiao Xin's voice was a little hoarse, which was completely different from the cool and pleasant voice in peacetime.

"I'm driven out by my mother and enjoy the moon in the flower bed under the building. Si ye, can I advance a month's salary first." Qiao Xin stopped her tears and didn't let Yan Si ye hear her cry.

Anyway, life will go on. We can only find a hotel room tonight and solve the current dilemma first.

Other people's children run away from home willfully, but they are driven out of the house by their willful mother.

"Sit there and buy a cup of milk tea to warm your body. I'll pick you up in ten minutes." banquet Secretary Ye's voice is strict and indisputable.

The banquet Secretary immediately changed his pajamas, quickly asked the housekeeper to prepare the car and hurried to josin's direction.

The banquet secretary sat on the car at night, his color was condensed, and his whole body was cold. He did not expect that his beloved girl would suffer such treatment.

He held it in his palm and wanted to coax the girl with the best thing in the world. Now she is abandoned by her family.

"Well, thank you." josin hung up and looked at the warm yellow light from the third floor window.

The light is shining. It looks very warm in the dark, but it is no longer her home.

I didn't find Yang Cuihua's phone number in the address book. Qiao Xin pressed it one by one, slowly and carefully.

Josing knew this telephone number well enough and dialed the phone with blurred eyes: "Mom, don't you want my daughter? I can still make money for you. Do you want to drive me away?"

Yang Cuihua was going to bring Qiao Xin's phone closer to the blacklist. Before she knew how to operate, Qiao Xin's phone had already called.

"Qiao Xin, don't blame your mother for being cruel. As long as you stay in Haicheng one day, I'll worry one day. You'll live a happy life with Xia Liu. Don't come back to Haicheng from now on. You're not welcome at home."

Yang Cuihua said don't blame her cruel words, but she didn't care.

Yang Cuihua's only idea now is to expect Qiao Xin to leave Haicheng immediately and threaten Su Qing for one more second.

"Why should I leave here with Xia Liu? What if he is bad to me? Mom, have you considered my future? Is my happiness not important in your eyes?"

Josin's voice was calm and stopped her tears. She now understands that tears are worthless in front of people who don't love themselves. Yang Cuihua never liked her.

Yang Cuihua only took care of her brother when she was young. When she looked forward to her money after work, she would affectionately call: Xin Xin.

At other times, Yang Cuihua called her Qiaoxin.

Just the mother and daughter who have been together day and night for more than 20 years, even if there is no blood relationship, can Xie Cuihua really care about whether her daughter will be happy in the future?

"Josin, I won't quarrel with you. Charlotte is rich and dignified. I don't know what you're thinking. If you don't go now, you'll think you don't have me in the future."

Yang Cuihua's tone was fierce. After putting this sentence, she hung up the phone directly.

Yang Cuihua then dragged Qiao Xin's number into the blacklist. Her face was full of impatience. Why is Qiao Xin so stubborn? Now she hasn't been obedient since she went to work.

A cold wind roared past. Yang Cuihua got up and closed the window. She rubbed her arms and sighed. It's autumn. Now the weather is getting colder and colder.

But Yang Cuihua didn't expect that Qiao Xin, who was driven out of the house by her, was still wearing summer clothes and didn't even wear a thin coat.

On the night of early autumn, the temperature dropped sharply. Josin listened to the busy tone in his mobile phone and didn't put down the phone.

Josin still held his cell phone, as if the phone was still connected: "I know, mom, take care of yourself. I won't step into the house again in the future."

It's time to recognize the reality, isn't it?

Before josing could tidy up her mood, a coat covered her whole face.

The banquet Secretary stood in front of her at night. He took off his coat. He was wearing a thin white shirt, but he seemed to shine in the dark. His eyes were tense and buttoned her coat.

The banquet night brings warmth and insulates from the cold autumn wind. The clothes have the woody smell of pine, which smells good.

In the office, when josin was close to the banquet Secretary night, she smelled the smell, which was the smell of the banquet Secretary night. Wooden incense, like this man, gives people a very warm taste.

"Little fool, I don't know how to wear more on such a cold day." finally convinced that josin was wrapped in a warm coat.

Banquet Secretary ye took Qiao Xin's passive cold hand and put it near her mouth to breathe. These two little claws are frozen like two pieces of ice.

"Si ye, you're coming." Qiao Xin looked at the action of Yan Si ye and couldn't help pouring into her eyes.

Why?

People who have just known her for more than 20 days can boo her and come to pick her up late at night.

But the family who had known her for more than 20 years was cold and ruthless, driving her out of the House late at night?

"Let's go and go home with my husband." when the little hand in the palm finally has the temperature, the banquet Secretary night led josin to the car.

"What's the matter?" without pulling the little girl behind him, banquet Secretary ye turned to look at Qiao Xin. Her eyes were bright and moist, and tears fell one by one.

"Si ye, thank you for coming, or I'll sleep on the street tonight, sobbing..."

Josin pounced on the banquet night, plunged his head into the man's broad chest, and rubbed his tears on his expensive shirt without scruples.

"Stop crying, I'm here. No one can drive you out of the house from now on."

Touching Qiao Xin's soft hair, Yan Si's eyes were full of heartache, and his heart was full of pain.

Banquet Secretary night is thinking about what kind of parents don't like such an excellent little girl as josin?

He patted her gently with his hands, as if he were coaxing a baby.

After a while, josin stopped crying. She didn't loosen her arms around Yan Siye, but held Yan Siye tighter.

"Get in the car first. It's too cold outside!"

After realizing that Joe Xin in his arms didn't shed tears silently, banquet Secretary Ye picked up Joe Xin's face in his arms. After crying, her eyes were as bright and pure as water.