"You...hello." Mrs. Zhang's face was a little stiff.

The second lady seemed to be only three years older than the third lady, and she actually had such a big son.

Mrs. Zhang kept laughing terribly and welcomed the two of them into the door: "Mrs. and the eldest and third ladies are here."

When he entered the door, Su Cen's eyes fell on the two people in the living room.

The man sitting on the sofa has beautiful eyebrows and coldness and nobleness.

The girl next to the piano looks pretty, wearing a white dress, and when she looks at her, she is inquiry and hostility.

The two of them looked like princes and princesses in the castle.

He looked at her and looked at her stranger who suddenly broke in with expressions.

Su Ying walked over to the piano with her skirt, raised her head, with a proud expression, and raised her voice: "Are you Su Cen?"

Su Cen didn't answer, his eyes were cold.

She guessed that this was the child born to her parents after abandoning her, the sister of her mother and her compatriots.

As soon as we met, we were full of hostility.

Seeing that she didn't answer her, Su Ying pursed her mouth unhappily, circled around her, looked at her bag, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "There is no famous brand on her body. She is worthy of being a local bun in the countryside, and she doesn't speak. You are a mute..."

"How did you speak?"

Rourou's rebuke sounded from the upstairs, preventing her from continuing to say anything inappropriate.

Su Ying was scolded by her mother, and she was in a bad mood even worse. She glared at her sister who had never appeared, and sat back to the piano and sulked.

If my mother hadn't mentioned it to her last night, she wouldn't have known that she had an older sister who had been sent to the countryside.

Now I've brought the person back.

How could she accept the conflict from the inside out?

She would never recognize this sister.

Su Cen looked up and saw a fashionable and graceful woman walking down the steps on the second floor.

With exquisite makeup, meticulous hair, wearing a silk skirt, she has a graceful figure and a plump figure.

He had two children, but he looked like he was in his early thirties, and he looked like a rich wife who was pampered and had a good time.

This is Su Cen and Su Ying’s biological mother.

Qin Xiu looked at his daughter who had not seen for more than 20 years, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and his eyes looked at this strange daughter.

After a moment, he waved his hand and said softly: "Come here, let mom take a good look at you."

Su Cen walked over and looked at the other person, his eyes calm and without any emotional fluctuations.

Just looking at her, her eyes dark.

In her memory, the figure of this woman was just too long and had already blurred.

She thought that as her first child, she had also been carefully cared for by her.

But when she was a mother for the first time, she gave up her and ignored her in what kind of mood she was.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Qin Xiu looked a little unhappy and reminded him: "I am your mother."

Su Cen nodded, raised his lips, his eyes still cold: "Well, I know."

She couldn't say that mom.

The atmosphere is a bit stiff.

Qin Xiu sighed slightly in his heart, looked at Su Ying beside him, and his face softened: "This is your sister, she is called sister."

This is the daughter she taught carefully. Although she is a little more willful, she is very determined.

He was admitted to a good university, won many awards in piano and painting, and completely entered the upper-class socialite circle in Beijing. He could act coquettishly and had a sweet mouth, which tied her husband's heart and made her look rare to show a trace of warmth to him.

It is also the hope that she has fully cultivated.
Chapter completed!