Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Zhuoqin seemed so disappointed in her daughter for the first time. She slipped upstairs, took a box down and dropped a black and white photo on the coffee table in front of Su Xiaoyen:

“I know you think you're superior, and you even look down on me as a motherfucker, because you're prettier than me, prettier than our great family.

Then look who your beauty is inherited! ”

The photograph is a photograph of a young man and a woman, and the girl smiles brightly. From the outline of the five officials, it is implicit to tell that it is Zhuoqin.

And the biggest thing about that photo is -- it doesn't fit!

Not in the eyes of outsiders, that poor kid doesn't deserve Zhuojia.

Instead, Zhuoqin looks ordinary and sophisticated, and doesn't deserve a young man who looks beautiful and smells like an artist.

This man's five officials made Su Xiaoyan tremble.

There's no need to prove it, there's no need to do any paternity tests, her five-officer profile, especially her proud sexy lips, is almost exactly like this man's.

Su Xiaoyan fell softly on the sofa, his face was pale and his mouth made an unconscious sound:

“No, it's not true. I don't believe it, I don't want such a father. How can you do this to me?

Forget about your self-depravity and make me suffer with you. He was killed by his uncle. Why is he still alive?

Why did he come out alive to harm us? Why didn't he die? Does he still think my reputation isn't ruined enough? Is he trying to keep me from turning over?

The trees must have come to avenge her mother.

It's all about you. You even killed your own sister. Her daughter came for revenge. Why didn't she come to you? Why did she hurt me?

She took everything from me, took my Young Master Yuan, and arranged for me to be such a disgraceful father. ”

Su Xiaoyan has been completely defeated. He has ignored Zhuoqin's feelings and begun to complain.

Zhuoqin glanced at Su Xiaoyan with disappointment. He took all the photos and went upstairs with a cold face.

When he went upstairs and went back to his bedroom, Zhuoqin could no longer support him, falling into bed crying silently.

She didn't know how long she cried to control her emotions, through a translucent window, watching the black-pressed crowd outside the window surround the familiar and strange man.

How did he end up like this?

Zhuoqin couldn't help turning on the TV and listening to the news.

Fester's voice was mute and he couldn't speak at all, but he was an artist, a handsome brush writer, writing his story to reporters with a brush.

Journalists reported on the situation around them, introduced Zhuoqin, Su Xiaoyen and other celebrities, came every few minutes to pick up a piece of paper he had written, show it to the audience, and read it along with them.

What is being said at this time is that the concubine wants to run away, and the result is that the loved one marries, and at the most desperate time of his life, he instead welcomes the killing of his loved one.

He knew he was not worthy of Zhuoqin, and she gave up her plan to elope with him, which he could understand, even in pain. He can leave silently and endure the pain alone.

But why would she want to hurt him?

Had he not faked his death, he would not have lived to this day. But his voice was still muted by the poison of those men, and his face was cut thin by them.