The boss is coming, the scumbag is going to be in trouble

"Am I wrong? No, I'm not wrong. I did my duty. It's him. He has no conscience."

Xihe looked at the woman in front of her quietly without saying a word. She could see that she had a lot of grievances that needed to be vented.

"I don't want to support him anymore. I want to live for myself. As for him... let him live a life worse than death!"

"can."

The lady nodded and quickly disappeared in front of Xihe.

You can see how disappointed she is with those people.

After everyone left, Xihe began to sort out the memories in her mind. When she finished sorting them out, she was speechless.

This is a modern dimension. The original owner was named Cui Zelan, who met her husband at the age of 26.

When their son was three years old, the man betrayed her and had another family outside his home.

The man abandoned them and their son without looking back and chose to live outside the home.

He even threatened that his son would not need to support him in his old age and that he would not pay a penny for the current child support.

The original owner had no other choice but to carry his son on his back and run a street vendor business. He would get up early every day and be the last to leave the stall at night. The child he had raised with great effort would help him get married and have children.

During this period, her damn husband never came back to see his son.

When they thought their lives had quieted down, the man appeared again. He brought a boy and begged the original owner to take care of his child.

The original owner would definitely not want such a thing, and she would not take care of the man and his mistress's daughter.

The man cried and said that he had cancer and would not live long. The child was pitiful and asked her not to involve the children in the grudges of adults. He hoped that she would be kind and raise the child.

The original owner disagreed and kicked him out without hesitation. She never expected that after he left, he would not give up and contact her son again.

The son she raised did not follow his mother, but instead happily accepted the boy.

He even boasted that he and the boy were related by blood, that they shared the same father's blood and were related by blood. He would not watch the boy go to an orphanage.

He even persuaded his mother to accept the boy and raise him to adulthood, after all, he was innocent.

The original owner hated the child whom she had raised through so much hardship and suffering, but she didn't expect that the child would not be loyal to her from the first moment.

Instead, he asked her to accept another child of his father. Isn't this stabbing her in the back?

When she disagreed, her son threatened her that he would not provide for her in her old age if she did not agree. The original owner was eventually angered to death.

What kind of son is this? He has the same genes as his father. Raising him is worse than raising a dog. A dog knows how to protect its owner.

This guy only knows how to stab his own mother. Does he think he is great?

Xi He recalled her memories. At this time, the original owner's husband had already hooked up with the mistress. He would come back in the evening to discuss the divorce.

But she wouldn't want that ungrateful little bastard. He could do whatever he wanted. She wouldn't give him a cent of child support either. He didn't deserve it.

……

"Brother Dahong, I don't want to be a mistress anymore. Can you take me home and marry me?" Li Dingzi said softly while lying in Cheng Dahong's arms.

Cheng Dahong held her in his arms, feeling extremely satisfied. He was annoyed by his wife's constant chatter at home, and after thinking it over, he decided that divorce was a good idea.

He looked at Li Dingzi and said, "Then I will go back and discuss the divorce with her now. Just wait, I will give you a wedding then."

"Okay." When Li Dingzi heard Cheng Dahong say that he wanted a divorce, she was so happy. She had had enough of being a mistress and she wanted to be Cheng Dahong's wife.

As for Cui Zelan, she didn't care at all. It was her fault that she didn't have the ability to win her man's heart. It wasn't her fault.

She never thought about how much harm she would cause to others as a woman.

Besides, she had never thought that since Cheng Dahong could divorce his wife for her, could she guarantee that Cheng Dahong would not divorce her for another woman in the future?

Li Dingzi thought she had great charm and could capture Cheng Dahong's heart, so she would not fall into that situation.

I just feel that I am unique in Cheng Dahong's heart and will not be abandoned by him.

"Then hurry up, or I can't wait."

"Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you." Cheng Dahong kissed Li Dingzi on the forehead twice, picked up his clothes and left the house they rented.

The house was in a mess. Cheng Xingyu felt very hungry and wanted to drink milk powder. He came to Xihe with the bottle in his hand and cried, "Mom, can you make me...make some milk powder?"

Xihe looked at the little brat who was full of resistance and even wanted to reach out and strangle him to death.

Forget it, strangling him to death is easy, but making him suffer is my goal.

Xihe got up, went into the bedroom and closed the door without even looking at him again.

Cheng Cheng Xingyu didn't know what was wrong with his mother and why she ignored him, so he sat on the ground and cried loudly with his bottle in his hand.

"Wow wow wow..."

Just then, Cheng Dahong pushed open the door and walked in. When he saw Cheng Xingyu crying with snot and tears all over her face, her face was full of disgust.

"Why are you crying? You're so annoying."

Cheng Xingyu was frightened by Cheng Dahong's shout and started crying again.

Seeing that he was crying even harder, Cheng Dahong yelled at the top of his voice: "Cui Zelan, Cui Zelan, what were you doing? Didn't you hear your son crying like this?"

When Xihe heard his voice, she ignored him and closed the tablet before opening the bedroom door.

When Cheng Dahong saw Xihe, he immediately accused her: "Look at the way you raised this child. Didn't you hear him crying so hard?"

"Is he just my son? Or does he have to be taken care of by me? You're his father, so why don't you care?"

Cheng Dahong, like most men, didn't like looking after children. When he was happy, he'd play with them like cats and dogs, but when he was unhappy, he'd slam the door and go poop, squatting there for dozens of minutes, or even half an hour without getting up.

"Don't I have to go to work?" Cheng Dahong didn't expect his wife to argue with him. He looked unconvinced. "You don't work, and you can't even take care of the children at home. Tell me, what's the use of you?"

"You are at work. You are glorious and great." Xihe said and prepared to go out with his bag on his back.

"Where are you going?" Cheng Dahong saw Xihe was about to go out and hurriedly stopped her.

"I'll go find my class too. Don't you think I don't take good care of the family? Then I'll go earn money and you can stay at home to look after the kids."