Who says that real and fake daughters must fight each other?

Chapter 122 The deliberately created "home" is not her real home

In Xicheng, the old tube-shaped buildings still stand quietly in the old city, and the buildings are a little gray.

Yunhe, dressed in black and wearing a mask, got out of the car.

She looked quietly for two seconds at the building where she had lived for more than seventeen years since she was a child.

He sighed softly.

She took out the key from her bag and slowly walked into the tube-shaped building.

The neighbors gathered in groups of three or four, looking curiously at the people who got off the car.

"Hey, this outfit doesn't seem like something from our building."

"That's right! My son showed me that car. It costs millions."

"Oh my God, millions! That's more than our demolition compensation. What a waste!"

The toothless old man had a cigarette holder hanging from his neck, a look of deep sorrow on his face.

He slapped his thigh and said viciously, "If this were my son, I would break his legs!"

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The lady in red rolled her eyes before she could even put the melon seeds in her hand into her mouth.

Taunting: "Oh, your son! Even if your ancestral tombs were blown up, there wouldn't be such a rare talent. What a joke!"

The others laughed and said yes.

The toothless old man spat twice, "Pah, who are you looking down on!"

He glared at them fiercely and walked home with a feeling of anger.

Before leaving, she even said, "Gossip girls only know how to gossip about others," which almost pissed off a few old ladies and uncles.

"Hey, you! Didn't you tell me that?"

"Ignore him, he's a petty person."

He doesn't allow his own son to say anything about his bastard son, who is always trying to get good things from others.

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"Hey, does that look like Xiaoyun..."

"You know what, it really does look like it. Oh my god, this outfit doesn't look cheap."

"I remember Chen Suying's son is still..."

"Right, right, right. You have no conscience. You are so young and don't learn your lesson. It's better to be locked up so that you don't harm the young wives and daughters of the neighbors."

The man who was speaking turned around quietly and glanced slyly at Chen Suying who was eating melon seeds with great enthusiasm.

Showing disdain.

It's true that like parents, like children.

Chen Suying and her husband both had bad personalities. When they were young, they often stole things.

He even made her old mother so angry that she had a stroke and passed away after only a few months of care. What a sin.

The son born is not a good thing either.

They haven't even grown all their hair yet but they're already peeping at other people taking a bath, which makes those who have girls at home very angry.

Chen Suying was originally watching the show with great interest, but when someone mentioned Yunhe, she immediately threw the melon seeds in her hand to the ground.

"what!"

You actually came back?

You are already a daughter of a wealthy family, why do you come back?

Was he driven back?

Thinking of this, Chen Suying's face was full of gloating.

How could a wealthy family allow their daughter to go out and show herself in public? It must be because Yunhe went out to be a little star that she was abandoned by the wealthy family.

The more Chen Suying thought about it, the more she felt that she was right, and she nodded vigorously in agreement.

I took a look at the melon seeds thrown on the ground and felt so heartbroken.

He couldn't bring himself to do it in front of so many people, so he just bent over on the ground to pick up the trash, and went home angrily.

Coincidentally, her house is in the same building as Yunhe's.

Just as he was about to enter, his eyes rolled and he slowly let go of his hand.

He's father followed behind Yun He, looking at the graffiti on the wall as they walked. There was childish talk, blood-red paint, dirty words, and everything else.

Although it was not the first time I came here, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Yunhe when I saw her again.

As soon as the door opened, there was a smell of dust, which made Yuan Fang cough violently.

I went outside to the corridor and took a few deep breaths of fresh air before I felt better.

Yun He didn't even frown and walked in with a normal expression.

That's what old houses are like, full of dust.

What's more, no one has lived there for several months and no one has cleaned it.

There was a lot of ash.

Returning to this small and cozy house, Yunhe's heart slowly calmed down.

It was like a bird that had been away from the nest for many years finally returned to its nest, and a sense of security wrapped her tightly.

He's father silently watched Yunhe's expression change and sighed in his heart.

This might be her real "home".

I felt a little sad, knowing that Yunhe had not yet fully accepted them.

Yun He tidied up the house again, but sat in a daze beside the bed in the bedroom.

Father He was a little worried when he saw Yun He didn't respond for a long time.

Followed in.

"What's wrong."

He's father walked up to her and asked in a low voice.

Yun He shook his head. "Nothing. I've packed my things. Let's go."

There were two large boxes at his feet, and the room was empty and deserted.

We took away everything we could.

Those things that were really unnecessary to take away or were too heavy to carry away were left here.

Once the door is closed, the past collapses.

The love, warmth and days of dependence on each other in the past have lost their support with the disappearance of this house.

Yun He bit her lips tightly, tears in her eyes.

Staring blankly at the old door in front of him.

She knew that once she left, she would never have the chance to return to this house.

He's father felt a little distressed.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "How about I take all the furniture out and put it in the villa under your name?"

Yun He came back to his senses and sniffed.

Shaking his head: "No thanks."

The deliberately created "home" is not her real home.

Even if you put everything in one place and arrange it in a similar way, it will not be the original one.

He's father sighed, not knowing how to comfort her.

The seventeen years that Yun He and Grandma Yun spent were real seventeen years, and there was no room for falsehood.

That kind of dependence on each other is completely different from the few months they have been together.

He felt sorry for Yunhe and was even more grateful to Grandma Yun.

If she hadn't worked tirelessly to raise Yunhe, he might never have seen his daughter again.

Xiao Lin was walking in front, holding a box. The box was so high that his face was almost invisible.

They went downstairs and passed by Chen Suying's house.

Unfortunately, she was seen with her arms folded over her chest, leaning against the armrest and shaking her legs.

Xiao Lin was having some difficulty and couldn't help but say, "Hello, please let me through. I can't get through."

Yun He frowned, looked up and saw that it was Chen Suying. He felt something was wrong and whispered to Yuan Fang to record a video.

Although Yuan Fang didn't understand, she did as she was told.

Chen Suying just refused to leave and was very proud.

"Hey, you told me to leave and I'm leaving? This isn't your house, why should I? Hey, boy, who came down from the third floor? Are you Yun He's mistress...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, He's father walked straight past Xiaolin and quickly stood in front of Chen Suying.

His face was as black as ink.

Chen Suying shut up instantly as if she had seen a ghost and dared not say anything more.

He hurried back to his home and locked the door.

Leaning against the door, my heart was pounding.

Why wasn’t Yunhe kicked out!

Then he even scolded Yunhe in front of him.

Chen Suying shuddered.

In March, Chen Suying was detained for ten days, and she was scared of it.

After a while, he gritted his teeth again.

Yunhe!

Why can you live so well while my son has to live a hard life in prison!