Rebirth and Counterattack: The True Daughter Doesn’t Want to Inherit the Family Property Rebirth and

Xia Yi accompanied the smiling face and wanted to get close to Zhao Liuwen again, Zhao Liuwen pushed Xia Yi aside impatiently, and looked back at Xia Qing:

"Let's go, don't pay attention to this person."

Xia Yi's face was full of embarrassment, he lowered his eyes to hide the hatred under his eyes, and his gaze turned to Xie Shichuan, thinking that Xie Shichuan was also some young master of the Zhao family?

Xie Shichuan inserted one hand diagonally into his trouser pocket, and naturally held Xia Qing's hand with the other.

He raised his eyes to look at Xia Yi, smiled and showed eight white teeth, shining under the sun:

"I'm not from the Zhao family, I'm Xia Qing's boyfriend."

The onlookers looked Xie Shichuan up and down, and finally nodded in unison:

"That's right, how good this young man looks."

"This is just a natural pair with Xia Qing..." Zhao

Liuwen clenched his cheeks, and glanced at Xie Shichuan unkindly... The one that held Xia Qing's hand.

However, with a scoundrel like Xia Yi jumping out as a reference, Xie Shichuan was much more pleasing in Zhao Liuwen's eyes in an instant.

Originally, Zhao Liuwen came to Nanshan Village to keep an eye on Xie Shichuan.

Now it's different, he found that Xia Yi, the village bully, is the one who really has a thief's heart.

Zhao Liuwen sneered silently, he didn't believe it, a village bandit rogue, dared to attack his sister.

Xia Yi's eyes were gloomy, and his viper-like eyes were dead wrapped around Xie Shichuan.

The young man is not old, half a head taller than Xia Yi, with a straight back and a handsome appearance, and his polite eyebrows reveal a good upbringing.

No matter how rogue his nature was, Xia Yi also knew the gap between himself and Xie Shichuan.

He looked at Xia Qing, who was holding hands with Xie Shichuan and gradually walking home, and the anger in his heart was like wildfire.

The duck to the mouth, just like that, flew ?

He was unwilling!

On the other side, Xie Zhengfeng watched his son follow Xia Qing away, and he didn't think that there was a father behind him, so he had to laugh bitterly.

Yes, my son's luggage should be sent back to the Xie family's mansion by himself.

Xie Zhengfeng said hello to Zhao Ling and drove in the other direction.

Zhao Ling forced Xia Yi, who wanted to come over, with a cold face, and slowly drove the car away.

In the rearview mirror, Xia Yi's gloomy look was at a glance, which made Zhao Ling's mood even more unhappy.

Nanshan Village is Xia Qing's hometown where he grew up, and he can't force Xia Qing to break off relations here.

But Xia Yi's existence made Zhao Ling ring alarm bells in his heart.

This person does not die for a day, and his daughter will not be peaceful in Nanshan Village.

Zhao Ling stepped on the brakes and immediately called the bank.

"Is Mr. Yu in the IT department there?"

"I have something I want to ask Mr. Yu for a favor."

At this moment, in Xia Qing's home, Fang Lan hurriedly ran out of the mushroom workshop, and welcomed Xia Qing home with a surprised face.

Zhao Liuwen's arrival can be said to be a shock.

Fang Lan couldn't help but feel embarrassed while looking at the limited rooms at home and at Zhao Liuwen's expensive dress.

She didn't know how to arrange Zhao Liuwen's diet and living.

This one really grew up with a golden spoon, and she used to live in her family's small farmhouse.

Zhao Liuwen was still looking around curiously in the courtyard.

This simple three-room tile house is the home where Xia Qing has lived for eighteen years.

He also noticed that although the furnishings in the room were simple, Xia Qing's room had all the computers and network cables.

Fang Lan really loved Xia Qing as a pearl in her palm.

Even if she can give so little.

Zhao Liuwen couldn't help but fall silent, he remembered Zhao Yiyi, who was loved by thousands of people in brocade clothes and jade food.

These two girls, who were closely related to him, embarked on very different lives at the age of eighteen.

Zhao Liuwen turned around and looked at Xia Qing, who was sitting and talking with Xie Shichuan.

There was no trace of haze on the girl's bright face, and all her eyes were looking at the slightly smiling teenager next to her.

Zhao Liuwen suddenly rejoiced that Xia Qing was only eighteen years old, and he still had time to make up for the missing years in the past as an older brother.

The girl on the other side of the line of sight looked up and saw him, smiling at him, her face seemed to be glowing.

"Big brother, I have discussed with my mother, I sleep with my mother these days, you will live in my room, okay?"

Zhao Liuwen was stunned, in fact, he didn't care where he lived, he could see that Xia Qing's room was the best room arranged by Fang Lan.

He was a little overwhelmed, his gaze turned to Xie Shichuan's face, and an idea came up.

"Actually, I can also live with Xie Shichuan."

Xie Ishichuan Duancha's action was sluggish.

Zhao Liuwen's eyes looked straight at him, and he said with a smile:

"Didn't you say that your uncle would be afraid when he lived alone in an empty house?"

"Add me one, he won't have to be afraid."

Xie Shichuan and Xia Qing looked at each other.

I always feel that Zhao Liuwen's IQ has been online recently.

In the end, it was a phone call from Zhao Ling that prevented Zhao Liuwen from moving to the Xie family's mansion.

"Liuwen, I don't worry about that Xia Yi, this person has a bad mind and has wrong thoughts about Xia Qing, you have to protect your sister for me."

In the afternoon, an engineering vehicle entered the village very low-key, and a few young men arranged it inside and outside Xia Qing's house with their hands and feet, and evacuated silently.

After nightfall, the fireworks in the mountain village gradually go out, and everything is silent.

A few residual stars, a cold moon, sprinkling cold light quietly illuminating the rugged mountain road.

A farmer's dog suddenly barked a few times, and was reprimanded by the owner before lying down and not moving.

A figure with a faint mobile phone light slowly approached Xia Qing's house in the dark night.

The lights in Xia Qing's house were all extinguished, and there was no sound for a long time, it seemed that they all slept.

The figure crouched on the hillside, slowly grinned, and whispered:

"After tonight, cooked ducks will not be able to fly!"

He waited until after twelve o'clock before rubbing his sore legs and standing up carefully.

The figure crept close to the gate of Xia Qing's house, took advantage of the moonlight to look at it for a long time, went around to the side, padded a few stones and climbed over the wall into the courtyard of Xia Qing's house.

He found the direction of Xia Qing's house, leaned over gently, pushed the door, and found that it was locked inside.

The figure cursed silently, he took out a small saw blade, stuffed it into the crack of the door, and sawed it slowly.

In the silent night, the sound of the saw blade was a little strange.

I don't know how long it took, but the door suddenly opened open.

The figure was ecstatic, quickly entered Xia Qing's room, and locked the door again.

The room was pitch black, but you could see the figure sleeping under the mosquito net on the bed.

The black shadow couldn't help but laugh, covered his mouth again, took off his clothes, and slammed into the bed.

However, the person in the bed is for some reason a hard-boned man.

As soon as he felt that something was wrong, a powerful big hand violently pinched his neck, and his fingers were like a vise, and he couldn't breathe out at that time.

Then a fierce punch slammed into one of his eyes, and suddenly his eyes, ears, mouth and nose seemed to have been splashed with thick acid, causing him to scream in pain.