These words were filled with disgust.

Han Yue slowly raised her head, and her eyes that were not mixed with emotion fell on Han’s mother: “Can’t I go to the main door?”

What was Han’s mother about to say.

Mrs. Xia, who was originally sitting in the hall of the Han family, walked over with a smile on her high shoes.

When she saw Han Yue, she couldn't help but be shocked: "Ah! Is this Han Yue?"

"What have you experienced in the juvenile management office in the past three years? I used to be very beautiful, but why did you suddenly become so fat?"

"Madam Han, please find someone to show your daughter the acne on her face! If you have scars in the future, you won't be able to marry a good family."

"Han Yue is not good at studying and has no talent. If she looks so ugly again..."

“…”

Every word and every sentence was like a knife, stabbing Han’s mother hard in the chest.

When Yiyi was there, these words were all said by Han’s mother to Mrs. Xia!

After all, Han Yiyi is much better than her daughter.

But now...

"Ah, by the way, school is about to start. If you don't say that your Han Yue's grades are not good, she still has a case record! I'm afraid it's not easy to enter the college!"

"There will be an art exhibition in three days. My cousin will also attend it. She is the vice president of the college. Then you take Han Yue to the art exhibition. I will recommend you to you?"

Han Yue glanced at Mrs. Xia's smug and reconcile look.

Tender, slow, and said: "No."

"If I want to take the exam, it is the best high school in the world."

As soon as these words came out.

Han's mother was stunned for a moment.

Mrs. Xia even looked down at Han Yue. For some reason, she always felt that the girl with a faint expression in front of her had an inexplicable sense of oppression.

It seems that what she said cannot be questioned by anyone.

"The best high school?"

"What are you going to get to the best high school?"

Han's mother became popular directly.

She exuded all the anger she received from Mrs. Xia on Han Yue: "If you are half excellent in Yiyi, will I ask for help?"

"Madam Xia, there is no need for her to go. I will take Yiyi there at that time."

Han Yue's cold and bright eyes stared at Han's mother.

Half of Han Yiyi is excellent?

"Mrs. Han Yue has just been released from the juvenile management office, so she has to let her see the world. Otherwise, the upper-class circles would think that Mrs. Han, you are a bad mother who values ​​profit."

Mrs. Xia covered her mouth and left with a sneer.

Han’s mother’s face looked as ugly as if she had constipation.

Young custody office!

Young custody office!

"It's all you."

"Now you're satisfied?!"

Han's mother looked at Han Yue with disgust and cold eyes. How could this ugly and fat thing look like she gave birth to?

Both her daughter are many times better than her.

"Tomorrow I will invite the Chinese painting teacher to come here to train you. When you go to the art exhibition, don't lose face without knowing anything."

After leaving this sentence, Han's mother snorted coldly and returned to the hall.

Han Yue was left at the door. She looked up at the Han family. Her black eyes as cold as frosty turned and then frozen on Han's mother's back: "So..."

"This is what my brother said to be biased..."

......

Han Yue's room was arranged in the second floor second bedroom.

When passing by Han Yiyi's master bedroom, Han Yue stopped and glanced at Han Yiyi's room.

The decoration and furnishings of this room can undoubtedly be described as high-end luxury.

And her...

So simple that even a computer is a big desktop butt!

"This is Yiyi's room."

When Han’s mother saw Han Yue’s actions, she reminded her coldly: “Your room is next door. Don’t think it’s unfair. What kind of person is matched with and what kind of room is your sister. Your sister will be admitted to a prestigious university in the future. Of course, the good room will be left to her.”

Han Yue tilted her head and looked at Han’s mother with her eyes that could not lift up any emotion: “Do you have good grades and are qualified to be treated preferentially?!”

"Yes! If you have the right to choose, I would rather not have a daughter like you steal money and fight and don't learn to be good at it!"

"If Yiyi hadn't been excellent enough, I would have lost all my face!"

If it comes out of Han’s mother’s mouth, it will hurt more people.

Originally, Han Yue had considered whether to fulfill her daughter's obligation after taking this body.

It seems now!

No need!

"I'm not your daughter, your daughter is dead."

Han Yue threw this sentence down lightly.

After saying that, he closed the door and entered the second bedroom.

"you--"

Han's mother was so angry that her fingers trembled: "It's still like this flowing air. She was locked up in the juvenile management office for three years, but she didn't educate you well! Why don't you die inside? Why did you come back to the Han family for?!"

Han Yue heard every word clearly in his ears.

There was no trace of indifferent feeling on her face.

Or, she is not like a flesh-and-blood person at all!

The desktop computer reflects Han Yue's face.

His face was full of thick sores and his facial features almost squeezed together.

It can be described as extremely ugly!

Compared with her in her previous life, this face is completely two extremes.

"Dadadada..."

Han Yue's five fingers fell on the keyboard and opened the international official website of her previous life. She was about to enter her password! Notify some people that she was still alive.

But the next second!

"Ding bei!"

"Error password."

Han Yue frowned slightly and entered again.

Get it!

Still an error.

It's still the same sirens.

This is impossible!

It has been less than two days since the plane exploded.

Moreover, she only knows the password for the international official website permissions. She logged in a few minutes before boarding the plane...

"Han Yaoyao?"

That was the sister she claimed to return to Han’s family in her previous life. She was about the same age as her and was proficient in imitation. She was the only one who knew the password except her!

When she was doing the task, Han Yaoyao had been her substitute several times...

Thinking of this, Han Yue picked up her phone, pressed a string of phone numbers that she was so familiar that she could not be familiar with, and called Han's family, the first family in the imperial capital.

“Doudu…”

"Hey, hello, who can I ask?"

The answer to Han Yue was still the butler Cangsang's deep voice: "I'm looking for my second brother."
To be continued...