Transmigration: I Became The Daughter of a Family of Villains

Before Zhang Xinhui finished speaking, the old man who was still lying on the bed burst into tears.

That heart-piercing voice was almost a breath away.

Zhang Xinhui especially couldn't understand, "Dad, one disease will drag you down, are you as good as it?"

"What's more, she is not your granddaughter at all, Yanyan is!"

"You haven't seen Yanyan, that cultivation, knowledge and appearance, she really deserves to be our biological daughter!"

When Zhang Xinhui talked about Qi Yan, the pride emanating from his bones was something that Qi An, the sick young child before, could never give her.

One day almost three months ago, she had a car accident. The operation required a large amount of blood transfusion. However, she had a special blood type and the hospital did not have enough blood. It happened that it was not her daughter’s road smoke to come to the hospital to donate blood regularly for rescue. Killed her.

At that time, she discovered that Yanyan was her biological daughter, and the daughter she thought was the daughter of the nouveau riche that everyone spurned. Maybe she was confused by the hospital when she was a child?

In other words, she suspected from the beginning that neither she nor her husband had any family genetic history, how could she give birth to such a frail and sickly daughter that makes people tired of looking at it.

Thinking about it now, she and her mother who gave birth to her and died are really a virtue.

It's hard to imagine her cigarettes spent seventeen years, seventeen years in such a bunch of superb homes!

Thinking about the way that upstart came to beg his daughter, Zhang Xinhui wanted to catch up with Lu An and give her a good meal, and let her go like this. It was too cheap for her!

Suddenly, a bowl of dishes came over, and Qi Xiuyuan was furious, "Get out! Get out of here!"

Reluctantly avoiding the even more gloomy Zhang Xinhui, he glanced at Qi Xiuyuan in the room in disbelief, originally wanted to say something, simply turned his head, and walked away proudly.

In the end, he only exhorted, "Then dad, take a good rest, I will bring cigarettes to see you another day."

Anyway, the little **** has already gone back, and the household registration has already been transferred. The father's property will not be distributed to her again, it depends on how well she will live in the future, huh!

Zhang Xinhui raised his evil lips slightly, stood still at the door of the cabin, glanced at the little pure white trash can beside him, and kicked it up with high heels.

"Alert! Alert! The wicked lady beat Anzi! The wicked lady beat Anzi!"

The short white robot fell to the ground, its small chest was desperately flashing red, Zhang Xinhui's face turned pale, and he turned to run, worried that Qi Xiuyuan would find something abnormal, so he quickly helped it up and explained to himself by the way. , And then rushed away.

The black-bellied little robot: "Haha, the wicked lady is so stupid and stupid."

…

Nancheng, it was already evening when Lu'an arrived.

The slanting sunset is shining, and the sign of a noodle shop on the left street is very attractive.

The beef noodles in red oil with fried peppers have a lot of beef in it.

Of course, the ghost knew if there was so much beef when he really ate it. The most important thing was that Luan was hungry.

I bought my grandfather's furniture and accessories before, plus decorations, and now she has 10 yuan left in the money she made in these three months.

10 yuan! Probably, it is enough for a bowl of noodles.

Turning a corner and parked his bicycle in front of this noodle shop, Lu An turned around and prepared to eat noodles. He accidentally saw a little black dog running wild on the road, and there were so many cars around him, as if he was about to hit it!

"carefully!"

With a worried exclamation, Lu An rushed out like a sword, bent over the little black dog, and made a few sensitive somersaults.