Chapter 1 The real daughter raised by the stepmother is a drama master

Author: Li Li's Rice Cymbi

Chapter 1 The real daughter raised by the stepmother is a drama master

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder resounded through the sky, and lightning illuminated the night.

On the quiet and deserted road, a thin, thin girl staggered on the road with a large bag of fresh locust flowers she had just picked up.

A muffled thunder scared her and she couldn't help but speed up her pace.

But in June, the child's face changes as soon as he says it, and there is no time for anyone to rush home.

After the thunder, heavy rain poured down instantly.

After a while, a lot of rain accumulated on the road.

The drainage system here is not very good and it quickly converges into a small river.

At this time, a car rushed past without any intention of slowing down. It splashed up water and fell firmly on the girl.

The girl casually wiped away the dirt on her face, without any complaints on her face, and looked very numb.

She walked step by step towards the direction of going home.

It seems that I have become accustomed to this kind of life.

Suddenly, the girl stopped around the corner, as if she was overdrawing, covering her chest and panting heavily.

But if you look closely, you will find that a black figure suddenly appeared hidden in the darkness. Even his head was put on a black hood, leaving only a pair of eyes. He stood in the shadow and looked up and down at the girl:

"Boss! You look so... miserable! Do you need me..."

The black figure looked around vigilantly and made a move to wipe his neck.

There was no change in expression on the girl's numb face, only her mouth moved slightly:

"Don't act rashly! My current identity cannot be revealed. They don't know where they are now. Observe me from afar. You can leave quickly and don't be discovered."

The black figure responded:

"good!"

Next second.

"Wait! The car that splashed my face just now, teach him some lessons! A small punishment and a great commandment!"

The girl kept her feet, her face remained unchanged, but her words were inconsistent with her temperament.

"Okay, boss!"

After the black figure responded, it disappeared without a trace instantly.

The murderous aura flashed through the girl's eyes and hid into her eyes with the rain.

She was careless. After completing the task, she actually left such a big bug, allowing their group of dogs to smell her position!

It’s all because there are too many things happening in the family recently and they are distracted for a moment.

Be careful in the future!

Along the way, the girl fell down because she was "out of strength" before she walked to the door.

The moment the doorbell rang, the eyes behind the girl completely disappeared.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the door opened.

It's Aunt Liu, the nanny at home.

Aunt Liu screamed in shock when she saw the young lady who was covered in mud and covered in mud:

"Ah! Miss! Why are you like this? Come in! Come in!"

At this time, a middle-aged woman wearing a dark green cheongsam and a brown shawl appeared from the second floor and frowned and was slowly walking down:

"Aunt Liu, what are you fussing about! Qingya is asleep."

Aunt Liu downstairs was silent in an instant.

The middle-aged woman is the wife of the Shen family, Song Yu.

She walked down the stairs step by step, tightened her cloak, and looked at Aunt Liu dissatisfiedly:

"Why don't you close the door quickly! The rain has blown in. Look, the floor is dirty. This is imported wooden floor. If it is broken, not everyone can afford to pay!"

Song Yu said as she blanched at the dirty girl at the door.

"Oh! OK, madam!"

Aunt Liu responded quickly, gently pulled the girl, let her enter the room, closed the door gently, and then went to find a rag to start wiping the floor carefully.

After the show was finished, the girl put down the big locust flower and walked towards her room.

Although June is already very warm, my body is soaked and cool at night.

"stop!"

Song Yu, who was sitting on the sofa, shouted sternly and looked at the water footprints that had stepped on behind the girl with disgust:

"Shen Qingling! Where is the locust flowers you picked? Qingya wakes up tomorrow and wants to eat it!"

"Mother, the locust flowers are in that cloth bag. Didn't you see it? Ah! Mother, what's wrong with your eyes? Is there something wrong with it? Aunt Liu! Uncle Zhang! Call your mother a doctor! Mother is blind!"

While Shen Qingling seemed to be very caring, she shouted loudly and called out everyone in the family.

Once there are too many people, Song Yu can't make things too difficult for her for her own sake.

This is experience.

The middle-aged woman on the sofa looked angry, and her very well-maintained face could no longer maintain her understanding dignity, revealing her originally vicious face:

"Shen Qingling! You are arrogant!"

At this time, all the servants of the Shen family had gathered in the living room.

A middle-aged man also walked out of the master bedroom upstairs, who was Shen Shihai, the head of the Shen family.

He looked at the noisy downstairs, Shen Qingling stood aside, soaked all over, Song Yu's face was not good-looking, and he instantly understood what was going on.

He quickly walked downstairs, hugged Song Yu, and took it to the sofa, lowered his head, and gently coaxed:

"Madam, what's wrong with this? Who made you angry with Madam?"

"Hmph! What's wrong with you? I see clearly that I am no longer a mother in Ling's eyes!"

Song Yu cried and pretended to wipe her tears, and continued to cry:

"I just cared about her, and she actually scolded me!"

"What? Is this happening?"

Shen Shihai's face became stern and turned to glar at Shen Qingling:

"Qingling! Come and apologize to your mother!"

The latter acted like a frightened little rabbit, and his tears seemed to be falling.

However, if this look of crying was on the face of a beautiful girl, it would definitely cause countless people to feel distressed.

But the girl's face was covered with burn scars, and she said that she was extremely ugly without any exaggeration.

Shen Shihai, who had originally felt a little sorry for Shen Qingling, couldn't help but feel disgusted on his face.

Although I have seen this face for more than ten years, I have not used to it.

Father's love is a little, but not much.

"Father, I...I'm worried about my mother...I...I don't..."

Shen Qingling sobbed and said in a daze.

Over the years, she has been using her stupid little white flower to avoid countless scoldings. Her acting skills are very good. Tears come as soon as she says that even Hollywood stars are not as good as her.

The servants of the Shen family who grew up watching her grow up all looked distressed.

Uncle Zhang, the housekeeper, couldn't stand it, so he thorned the bullet and took a step forward:

"Master, madam, she must have no malice. For the sake of her picking locust flowers for the second lady in the rain, let her hurry up and change into clean clothes!"

"Old Zhang! Can I still slander her?"

Song Yu stopped crying and stopped pretending, staring at Butler Zhang like a poisonous tongue.

Just then, I heard a "thump".

Shen Qingling fell to the ground in response.

The servants of the Shen family immediately stepped forward worriedly. Aunt Liu touched Shen Qingling's forehead and said to the two people on the sofa behind him:

"Master, Madam, Miss, she fainted with a fever!"
Chapter completed!