"Counterattack Game" Author: Qingzhou Xiaodu
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Three minutes earlier, she had overturned a table full of feasts.
Thirty minutes ago, a kiss fell on the cheek of a flushed teenager and left without looking back.
Thirty hours ago, she had been pinching her glass on the balcony and looking at her companions in the garden, and they were so shocked and angry that she heard her father's roar and the woman's false reassurance.
Thirty days and nights ago, with his broad back blocking the moonlight pouring beside the bed, Yu Zhiwen saw his eyes shining like amber in the dark night, and she and he seemed to have fallen into the dark river called sinking at the same time.
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Three minutes ago, Yu Zhiwen overturned the table full of feasts.
Sister....The boy scrambled to his feet, his napkin in hand, his nervous gaze racing between her indifferent expression and her wounded and bleeding calf.
Oops this," the woman on the diagonal right trembled in fright, pinching her handkerchief to her lips, "What's the matter, Zhiwen." is so dignified, how can there be such a big fire, the family wants to be harmonious, let's sit down and talk about it. ”
Sitting in the main seat, the well-dressed middle-aged man didn't seem surprised by the girl's emotional outburst, calmly looked at her, folded his hands, "What else to say, move out in the afternoon, I won't have to live my life without seeing my daughter's face." ”
Yu Zhiwen didn't care, put her slender hand on the back of the chair, walked around the back of the chair to the right, and approached the woman who was maintaining calm in the seat step by step, until her body was covered by Yu Zhiwen's shadow and there was no light left, she lowered her eyes and said slowly: "Do you take it off yourself, or do I tear it off." ”
The woman's expression was a little cracked, and she looked at Father Yu with her eyebrows raised, unconsciously moving her sitting posture back and forth.
Yu Zhiwen saw that she hadn't made the next move yet, and impatiently wanted to tear off the pearl necklace that originally belonged to her mother.
Before his hand touched her neck, Father Yu finally couldn't hold it back, and pushed Yu Zhiwen away almost as if he was bouncing up from his seat, and at that moment, she saw that the eyes that were extremely similar to her were full of disgust, "Nothing rude, Xiao Ai is your stepmother!" ”
In the past 20 years, Yu Zhiwen has lived in a foreign family, pampered in that prosperous manor, and her grandparents love her very much and treat her very well.
She had never been treated like this, not to mention that the cruel person was the biological father she had longed for the most, hoping to give her family affection and mercy.
Suddenly she was pushed to the ground, and her clean dress was glued to the mess, and she hunched her soft waist like an unattended rose bent by the wind and rain.
The young man hurriedly supported her, his eyes were full of distress and concern, and his broad and warm chest pressed against her back, "Sister, are you okay?" ”