The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

Su Nanxi slapped Fu Xueji's body, which he had carefully nurtured for several years, back to its original state.

He lay on the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably, as if a breath of death was surrounding him.

At this moment, what he was thinking about was the countless bowls of medicine he had drunk over the years.

It was all in vain.

Pointless.

Su Nanxi looked down at him condescendingly, without a trace of tenderness in her eyes, only disgust and indifference.

"Fu Xueji, I gave you your life. I felt much more pain when I gave birth to you than you do now. Even if we sign a severance agreement, I am still your mother because my blood flows in your body."

Fu Xueji felt cold all over, staring at Su Nanxi's face with lifeless eyes. A layer of mist gradually covered his eyes, and his eyelashes wet when he lowered his eyes.

His pale lips trembled slightly, and he was stunned.

He heard the heart-wrenching cry of a child. He turned his head and saw Qingqing standing beside her, stopping Su Nanxi from getting closer.

Su Nanxi was a little impatient and pushed Qingqing away.

"When Fu Sihuai comes back, tell him that if he dares to marry that mistress and bring this bastard into the Fu family, don't blame me for making trouble."

Su Nanxi herself has remarried, but she does not allow Fu Sihuai to have another woman after leaving her.

She doesn't love him, she's just very possessive.

Fu Xueji didn't understand this kind of mentality, but he just didn't want to do as she wished at this moment.

He spoke, his voice light and airy.

Su Nanxi couldn't hear it, so she frowned and squatted down to get closer.

"Impossible! My father loves her very much. He will take her back to the old house and enter her in the family tree..."

With every word he spoke, Su Nanxi's face became more angry.

"You did it on purpose, going against me for this bastard." He lowered his voice, and the coldness in his words was chilling.

Just like the look on her face before she slapped Fu Xueji.

After Qingqing got up from the ground, she saw this scene and ran over quickly.

I was close enough to hear what my brother said.

"She's not a bastard. She's my father's daughter and my sister."

"Fu Xueji!"

Su Nanxi's eyes turned red with anger, and she stretched out her hand as if she wanted to hit him.

Seeing this, Qingqing rushed over.

She held Su Nanxi's outstretched hand with both hands, and begged her while crying.

"Don't hit him, don't hit him!"

The little girl's eyes were red and her vision was blurred. As she spoke, tears slid down her cheeks and onto her clothes.

She cried until her voice was hoarse and intermittent, "Auntie, brother lied to you, I am not my father's daughter..."

Su Nanxi paused and looked at her questioningly.

Qingqing sobbed and cried, "I am an orphan, no one wants me, it was my father who brought me back..."

Hearing this, Su Nanxi's expression changed, as if all the anger she had just felt had dissipated in an instant.

She tilted her head to look at the boy lying on the ground and asked, "Is what she said true?"

Fu Xueji didn't say anything. He closed his eyes, his heart aching.

For the first time, he felt disgusted with his own background.

Why, why does he have such a mother...

The voices in her ears gradually quieted down. Su Nanxi stood up and after she calmed down, she couldn't help but feel some complaints.

"Why did you lie to me? If you had just told her she was an orphan, would there be so much trouble?"

After saying this, Su Nanxi couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

She shifted her gaze again and looked at Qingqing.

"And you, it would have been better if you had said no earlier."

Xiao Qingqing cried and said sorry.

Fu Xueji opened his eyes, which were empty and lifeless, and he was dying.

His heart seemed to be grabbed by a pair of strong hands, causing him despair and pain.

He couldn't see Qingqing's face, he could only see her trembling back, and even the little bear ears on her clothes trembled.

She is an orphan now, why do you still bully her?

"Are you satisfied now?" Fu Xueji spoke weakly, and his moans gradually became hoarse.

Su Nanxi frowned, "What are you talking about?"

When she saw Fu Xueji's expression, she held back the words that were about to come out to complain.

Afraid that something might happen to him, she asked, "Where is your medicine? I'll get it for you."

Fu Xueji looked painful, with a look of despair in his eyes.

"Don't worry about me." His voice was tired. "Just go away."

Su Nanxi rarely showed concern for him, but she was rejected like this.

Her face turned cold, and she looked at the mess on the ground and turned away indifferently.

She also lives in this community. When they divorced more than ten years ago, Fu Sihuai gave her a large sum of money, and she used that money to buy a house here.

There was another bang, and after the door closed, Qingqing wiped her tears and knelt down beside Fu Xueji.

She looked at the blood and trembled with fear.

"Brother, brother, do you want to take medicine? I'll get it for you!" The little girl held his hand, her eyes red and swollen from crying, and her childish voice was hoarse.

As he spoke, his voice became panicked, "Brother, are you going to die..."

Fu Xueji looked at her face, and the scenery in front of him gradually became hazy.

When he spoke, his voice trembled, "I'm sorry..."

Then he slowly closed his eyes, like a withering flower.

Qingqing shook his body in fear, looking panicked and helpless.

She stood up and ran to Fu Xueji's room to get the medicine.

But the room was clean. She looked around but found nothing. She only saw an empty bowl that seemed to contain medicine on the bedside cabinet.

There is still some medicine residue at the bottom of the bowl.

Qingqing didn't understand. She climbed onto the bed, reached the bowl, held her in her arms, and ran out to find Fu Xueji.

She handed the bowl to Fu Xueji's lips and called him crying.

"Brother, take the medicine, brother..."

She tilted the medicine bowl, and the medicine flowed down Fu Xueji's lips to the edge of her cheek, and finally soaked into her clothes.

Qingqing was in tears. She tried many times, but the medicine in the bowl was almost gone, and not a drop went into Fu Xueji's mouth.

The little girl's voice was helpless and shrill. She looked around blankly and cried.

"Is there anyone who can save my brother..."

"Someone come and save him..."

The room was very big, and after she shouted out a word, she heard her own voice echoing.

Her voice gradually became hoarse and finally died away completely.

Qingqing looked at the medicine bowl in her hand, her fingertips moved, and the small green spots on her fingers fell into the bowl.

She put the bowl aside and looked at her hands, placing her only hope there.

She didn't know if these things could enter the human body; she had never tried it.

"Please, please save my brother." The little girl pleaded in a low voice into her hands.

Then she knelt on the ground and placed her hands on Fu Xueji's shoulders.