Chapter 116 Sancho: "Garbage" must be disposed of every day

"Shen'er, how could you say such things? How could I be sorry to your father and the Sang family?"

Mrs. Sang took a step back as if she had been struck, staring at the person in front of her in disbelief, completely unable to believe that he could say such a thing.

Sang Shen looked at her with cold eyes that were unbelievable and disappointed, and did not mean to comfort her.

His good mother has always treated Sancho like this, saying the ugliest words in the world and attacking him.

"Siyang, do you think so too?" Mrs. Sang had no choice but to look at her youngest son, with tears in her eyes.

"I'm not interested in whether you have cheated. I just want to know why you hate Sancho so much. Is it just because of the few words of that master? Then he has been arrested, but you don't feel any guilt at all."

Sang Siyang looked away and his face was cold and emotionless. He hated this torn apart family.

The father only has interests in his eyes, while the mother inexplicably hates her sister and even tries to separate them as siblings.

"I will take a paternity test to prove my innocence. I just hate Sancho. Her birth has brought so much harm to my family and me. I don't want to give birth to her at all! But her life is so mean, I fell like that

You can’t even fall to death.”

When Mrs. Sang said this, evil flashed in her eyes.

When Sang Shen and Sang Siyang heard this, their hearts throbbed violently, and they were glad that Sancho was not there.

Sang Shen had no patience to stay here any longer, "Sang Jiao, come with me, you are not worthy of trying to look like yourself with this face on your face."

"Second brother, I can't fix it anymore." Sang Jiao shook her head and refused to follow him. What a joke, she didn't want her ugly face.

What's more, she has already had her bones shaved off and had double eyelids done. How can she get it back?

"The plastic surgeon will have a solution, follow me."

"I don't want it. You have no right to control what I want to do." Sang Jiao was hiding behind Mrs. Sang pitifully, her eyes red.

I had already scolded Sang Shen profusely, and I was secretly glad that I had obtained the shares from him.

"Shen'er, haven't you made enough noise at home? For the sake of Sancho, do you still look like a son?" Mrs. Sang protected Sanjiao tightly.

"Second brother, let's go." Sang Siyang also knew that as long as Sanjiao didn't want to go back, there was nothing second brother could do to her.

Sang Shen also understood this truth, and was even more unwilling to stay in this suffocating home.

The two of them walked out of the door one after another, with their backs firmly set. Mrs. Sang was a little worried. She knew very well that her two sons were about to leave him like this.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to hold Sanjiao tightly, "Jiaojiao, mom only has you and the third child, you won't leave me, right?"

"Of course not." Sang Jiao replied perfunctorily, secretly thinking that she must hold onto this last card tightly.

"You should move back here. The house is deserted and I'm so scared." Mrs. Sang held her hand tighter. Since the master was arrested, her son has had tantrums with her one after another, and her husband is not the master of coaxing others.

She felt nothing to rely on.

"I'm afraid not. Mr. Si forced me to move away. If I dare to come back, I'm afraid he will target our family."

Sang Jiao lowered her head, pretending to be aggrieved, and wanted Mrs. Sang to help her solve the problem.

"It doesn't matter, then I'll move out with you." Mrs. Sang blurted out without even thinking.

"But the place I live in is a bit small, and I don't have a servant." Sang Jiao subconsciously wanted to refuse. She couldn't afford to buy a villa yet, and the dividends from those shares would not be available for several months.

As for selling the shares, she doesn't consider it at all now. These shares will bring more value to her in the future.

"It's okay, I don't mind, as long as I can live with you."

"Okay then." Sang Jiao reluctantly agreed, but she felt disgusted in her heart.

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next day

When Sancho woke up, he saw the message from Ah Box last night.

Ah Box: [Oh no, I suspect that the sky is falling. Several first-line artists from the original Starlight Entertainment have submitted their resumes to our company. I guess it was your elder brother’s order, so they didn’t dare to reply.]

Ah Box: [Also! Fu Xing knelt down under the company building early in the morning, waiting for me, and apologized to me. His humble attitude was really surprising. After checking, I found out that your scumbag brother had shot him. 】

Qiao Qiao was sleepy: [Well, ignore them.]

Ah Box:【ojbk.】

Sancho forgot about the news and got up to wash up. When she came downstairs, the chef had prepared a sumptuous breakfast, both Chinese and Western.

"Ms. Sang, the bodyguard said that two men were sneaking around the door last night, but they had no intention of coming in. What should I do?"

Xiao An pulled out the stool for her and reported the situation.

"Just deal with it how you want, just don't let it in." Sancho ate his breakfast calmly, as if he wasn't interested in the people outside the door at all.

"Yes." Xiao An immediately felt relieved, turned around and went out to reply.

Ever since.

At nine o'clock in the morning, there was a pile of exquisite bags placed at the door. Sancho also saw that scene when he went for a walk in the yard.

When Xiao An was about to open his mouth to ask how to deal with those gifts, Miss Sang's sweet voice came to his ears, "Xiao An, the garbage must be disposed of every day."

"Yes, Miss Sang." Xiao An understood immediately and turned to look at the bodyguard.

The bodyguard also endured the heartache and threw all the expensive-looking gift bags into the trash can.

Sang Nanfeng, who was secretly hiding in the corner, felt heartbroken when he saw his gift being thrown away. "Is she blind? Why did such a beautiful bag turn into garbage?"

"She doesn't want to accept it." Sang Shen said bitterly, looking straight at the figure with outstanding temperament.

"Then we just sit at the door and do nothing?" Sang Nanfeng was obviously the eldest brother, but at this moment he had no idea at all. He didn't know what to do.

"It would be great if I could see her, but nothing else can be done." Sang Shen suddenly became enlightened now.

He has recognized the reality and cannot be forgiven.

"Do you also think she will never forgive us?" Sang Nanfeng's proud face showed fear for the first time.

When he heard what the fourth brother said that day, he didn't quite believe it, but now that the second brother feels the same way, he can't help but also doubt it.

"It's not that I think it's true. Siyang may still have hope, but I don't have any in this life." Sang's eyes turned red instantly.

He will never hear Qiaoqiao call him "second brother" again, let alone receive gifts from her.

Even sitting at the same table with her for dinner and conversation became a luxury.

"Is it that serious..." Sang Nanfeng lowered his head, his eyes were reddish, and murmured softly.

He just ignored Sancho. Isn't it as serious as what his second brother did and there is no hope?

He took Fu Xing away, but he could compensate Sancho with many artists who were several times more popular than Fu Xing, but wouldn't this work?
Chapter completed!