Chapter 1286: Trough (4)

Divorced, but also to celebrate the Spring Festival with their "family".

In fact, it is not too miserable, nor is her life hanging by a thread like the

little match girl. She was sitting in a warm car with a leather sofa

underneath, with snacks in her hand. It's not like those so-called Gongdou

Zhaidou novels, which irritate the big figures, so they have to kneel in the

rain and snow and let the people next to them beat them in the mouth.

Even before they returned to China, some people took advantage of the

opportunity of local demonstrations and protests to come to their homes to

make troubles. Mother was holding her, there were glass shards on the ground,

shouting arrogantly, and a drop of blood left from her mother's head.

Xia Siyu turned her head and glanced at her mother. There was still a scar on

her forehead, which was left at that time. My mother was determined to come

back from abroad, also because of the impact of the smashing incident.

Is it better than that time, then?

Obviously it is a marriage paper, but the wife that Ming Media is marrying is

isolated from the iron railings. On a snowy day and New Year's Eve, you can

only watch the bright lights inside and the family reunion inside. What are

they?

The car did not turn on the lights, only the heater. The air in the car is

warm and warm, the body is not cold, but the cold is the heart.

While waiting, the door really shook. Xia Siyu was sitting next to her mother,

watching her clenching back teeth loose a little bit. Although her eyes did

not look toward the door, Xia Siyu could feel her eyebrows stretched a bit.

There is a big temperature difference between inside and outside, and there is

a layer of water mist on the car windows.

She wiped the water vapor from the car window with her finger, and leaned on

the car window to look out. It was still snowing, and a figure walked out from

the door. At first, he was carrying the light and couldn't see the front.

Waiting for the person to come from far and near, the light in Xia Siyu's eyes

faded a little longer.

While sitting, she also heard the quarrel inside. Vaguely from the laughter,

Xia Youbiao protested with a slight dissatisfaction: "Why can't you come in?

Xiaoxiao is my wife, and Siyu is my daughter. We have officially registered!

Besides, she is so old. , Twenty years old, even for her mother and daughter

should come in!"

And inside, another old voice was slow, like this boundless snow flake,

seeming to be there, but it seemed to be nothing, but it was light: "I said, I

didn't let you marry, and didn't let you give birth. You are outside, you How

many people want to marry, how many people want to have. Now in a democratic

society, we didn't force you to stay when you divorced, did you? But as long

as I was in this house, that woman was not allowed to come back."

After that, there was a plea, and in the appellation, the voice of Xia Siwei

who called him "dad" was the loudest and the harshest, and it pierced her

eardrums and pierced her heart.

Then there was a rush of footsteps, seeming to be going out. Then, it was the

old voice again, but it was a little heavier this time: "You can go, but after

you go, you are not my son, and Midsummer Furniture will have nothing to do

with you in the future. I would rather hand in. It will be polished to Ju'an,

and it will not be handed to you."

After this sentence, Wan Lai was silent. There was another period of

persuasion and comfort inside. Xia Siyu was outside the car window and could

not hear the noise inside, but all she knew was that the door had never been

opened again.