Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

"No, I can do it myself."

He refused quickly. Josin didn't want the banquet Secretary to see the barrenness of his family. Whether it's material. Still emotionally.

Things in the company are busy enough. She can face these bad things alone.

Banquet Secretary night has his own world. The dirty and messy slum is incompatible with the favored son of the banquet family!

The dirty slum is not worthy of banquet night. Even she

Josin lowered her head and pursed her lips. At the thought of this, her heavy heart fell again.

"It's up to you." the banquet secretary, who was in a good mood, heard josin's refusal. The tone is also blunt back to her.

She still doesn't want to introduce him to her family!

Josin's mother and brother hold a great weight in her heart. More accurately, banquet Secretary night knows that josin regards his family as a weakness.

But he didn't matter to her at all. Or he didn't even have a chance to be introduced to her family.

Listening to the voice of banquet Secretary night, it was cold. It was soft when it didn't come back. Josin was a little confused.

He seems a little angry? Why? Who provoked him?

"Let the driver take you there." the banquet secretary, who turned around and walked to the door, put down this sentence in a cold tone.

He was still worried about letting her rent a girl. Josin is a character who doesn't like to trouble others.

"OK." hearing the care and love hidden in the words of banquet Secretary night, josin replied with a big smile. Unfortunately, banquet Secretary night didn't see it when he turned and walked out of the door.

This place inhabits the poor of this prosperous city. It is also the slum of Haicheng. Poor environmental sanitation. Most of the residents are workers on the construction site. The quality is not too high.

It's the time to get off work. It's very noisy here, with the sound of cooking and the sound of children crying. The house crackled, listening to the sound of husband and wife quarrelling and falling things

The sprawling house has no plan at all. The car couldn't come in. Josin didn't let the driver follow her. She walked alone on this familiar road.

Through a dark house and carefully avoiding the sewage on the ground, josin finally saw the light.

But it's only been more than a month. When I come back here, I feel like an afterlife.

Mingming used to look forward to going home, but he was in primary school, junior high school or college. He used to walk happily on his way home, but now josin has no sense of expectation of going home.

After pausing at the door for two minutes, josin figured out that she had no sense of belonging here, and this was not her home.

The familiar door was opened, and Qiao yuan's surprised smiling face and warm hug appeared.

"Sister, you're finally back. I miss you so much."

"I miss you too. Is there a lot of pressure in senior three? How's the review?" infected by Qiao yuan's surprise smile, Qiao Xin immediately hugged his brother.

Josin, who was held in his brother's arms, felt that he was tall again. Adolescent children smoke like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. They grow tall after a period of time.

"I can cope with my study. I'm just a little worried about you. You know, mom has a little temper..."

Joe, who let go of his sister, scratched his scalp. It was obvious that the current situation at home was beyond his ability to deal with.

Autocratic, controlling mother, and kind and deceptive siste