Black Lotus Daughter She is Not Easy To Mess With

In Huaishui Village in summer, the weather is moody.

The sun was still shining brightly during the day, but now it was drizzling, and the thick clouds seemed to fall down.

Shen Lingxi looked at the photo of the old man in the mourning hall, and the white light of the bulb above his head fell on his body, like the moonlight, and his temperament was pure.

Those are a pair of extremely beautiful eyes. The bottom of her eyes is clear and clean, as clear as the Tianchi water at noon, with shimmering waves, but the pupils are darker, and the clarity is a little more ethereal.

It's just that expressionless face, with a bit of suspicion in his eyes, looking at the person in the photo of the mourning hall, he fell into contemplation.

When she woke up, someone told her that today was the last day before the old man's burial, and he needed a wake-up call.

Before she could react to what was going on, she was already pulled to the mourning hall.

Obviously the closest person in her memory, his death should make her sad, but she didn't feel it at all.

Why does it feel so strange and divided.

"Obviously, I'm not sad at all, and I'm still pretending to be filial here. It's hypocritical."

Wan Lingling smashed the seeds and looked at the girl in front of the mourning hall with contempt.

Shen Lingxi turned back and glanced at her: "...Stupid."

Hearing this, Wan Lingling was angry.

The always timid and cowardly counselor even dared to scold her, which is really against the sky.

He walked in the direction of Shen Lingxi, threw the melon seeds in his hand into the brazier, and kicked the brazier in front of him: "What did you just say, say it again!"

Wan Lingling's attitude was arrogant, and she even kicked the brazier on Shen Lingxi's body on purpose.

Yesterday, Shen Lingxi hid her like a mouse when she saw her. Today, when she saw that she was not afraid, she even dared to scold her, giving Wan Lingling the feeling that a little devil dared to do something on the king of hell.

Shen Lingxi hooked her lips and smiled lightly: "Are you being cheap? I'm in a hurry to scold me."

Wan Lingling's eyes were flushed with anger, and she stepped forward to beat her: "Little bitch, it's against you."

"My aunt, what are you doing? You are all a family, stop fighting!"

The uncle Wan Daqiang, who came to help, was a dubious person, hiding aside and playing tricks, but he didn't dare to come forward to fight.

"Who is her family." Wan Lingling was very disgusted, "I don't want to kill you!"

It sounds ugly, but it tells the truth.

Shen Lingxi is Wan Lingling's grandfather Wan Jiabao, watching the poor child he picked up by the side of the road.

When she was picked up, Shen Lingxi had a high fever and almost could not survive. The Wan family felt that bringing her back was no different from picking up a corpse.

The old man's son, Wan Dapeng, is a well-known lazy man in the village, who can't do anything but gamble.

Seeing that Shen Lingxi was recovering from her illness, she turned her idea on her and sold her to human traffickers for 2,000 yuan for money.

The young Shen Lingxi fled after being beaten, and accidentally rolled down the mountain while being chased, almost leaving her disabled, but Wan Dapeng and his wife did not feel any guilt, but felt that she had ruined their business.

Because of this, the old man separated from his son angrily, and took the young Shen Lingxi to live alone in the old house that looked like a dilapidated house. In the past ten years, Wan Dapeng not only did not pay a penny for alimony, but also paid It was quite ugly to come to the old man to ask for money.

In order to make a living, Shen Lingxi dropped out of school early to go to work in the county town, but he didn't expect to see the old man again in the mourning hall.

Now that the old man is gone, they naturally wouldn't want her to stay in the Wan family, so they thought of calling the person back, extorting a sum of money and then driving them out of the Wan family completely.

...

In the sky, lightning flashes from time to time seemed to add to their fight.

"Good guy, why did this girl suddenly dare to fight that little bully?"

"Go to the village chief quickly, or the mourning hall of Mr. Wan will be smashed by them."

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