Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Xin Xiaotian trembled all over his body, raised his palm, and was about to throw it down with a slap.

"Xin Xiaotian, you know this too. If you can't say it, you hit someone." Xin Ziwen mocked, neither dodging nor dodging, as if waiting for Xin Xiaotian's slap.

"Nizi!" Xin Xiaotian couldn't shake the slap any longer, he just cursed angrily, and the veins on his forehead started to twitch.

"Brother, Dad, what's the matter with you?" Xin Furong, who was sitting in the car and was about to rest, saw the two arguing from the car window, and ran over quickly.

Xin Ziwen turned his head to look at her, his expression returned to a gentle order: "Go back to the car and rest."

"I don't want it." Xin Furong refused, turned to look at Xin Xiaotian, and said anxiously: "Dad, what happened today is all my fault, don't blame brother, brother is just too worried about me, that's why..."

"It's indeed your fault. Your brother now wants me to send you abroad. Is this your own idea?" Xin Xiaotian asked Xin Furong.

Xin Furong was taken aback when she heard the words, then turned to look at Xin Ziwen beside her.

Xin Ziwen was still looking at Xin Xiaotian, the calmness and indifference in her eyes had long since disappeared, and there was a deep hatred in her eyes, which was the same as her hatred for Yang Rong.

Xin Furong didn't understand, but she still said: "I will not leave, and I will never leave." If you make a mistake, you will be wrong, and if you make a mistake, you will bear the consequences. Xin Furong understands these things, and she is not such a irresponsible person.

Hearing Xin Furong's decisive answer, Xin Xiaotian was relieved.

He looked at Xin Ziwen, Xin Ziwen looked at Xin Furong, frowned and coaxed patiently: "Furong go to the car first, be obedient."

When Xin Ziwen seldom showed any emotions, Xin Furong didn't want her brother to be angry, but she also didn't want the relationship between him and Xin Xiaotian to become tense. She said to Xin Ziwen worriedly: "Brother, then you talk to Dad well, and, we I won't leave." After saying this, she turned around and walked away.

After the confrontation, there was silence between Xin Xiaotian and Xin Ziwen.

No one spoke first, as if they were waiting for the other to speak.

Xin Ziwen had already torn off the last layer of disguise in front of Xin Xiaotian, so naturally he would not pretend anymore.

What Xin Furong hated was Yang Rong, but what he hated was Xin Xiaotian. In his eyes, if it wasn't for Xin Xiaotian, it would have been impossible for Yang Rong to become a mistress, so the perpetrator was Xin Xiaotian in his eyes.

Xin Miaomiao had this accident, and he didn't want to. What he just said was just to save Xin Furong, and he didn't really want to do anything to Xin Miaomiao.

Now that impulse passed, and he calmed down.

He looked at Xin Xiaotian coldly, and said with a secretive expression: "Whether or not to send Furong abroad is up to you to decide. Xin Xiaotian, many things will not make the world peaceful after they have passed. You should know that after you have done those things. There is no such thing in this world." An airtight wall, someone will know."

"What are you talking about?" Xin Xiaotian frowned, still not understanding.

"Six years ago, Xu Riya was recovering from illness..." Xin Ziwen thought that Xin Xiaotian was still pretending, and finally spat out these six words.

"What..." This time Xin Xiaotian's face changed completely, his unbelievable eyes fell on Xin Ziwen, and his body even took a big step back, as if he couldn't believe that he knew this place.