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Chapter 41 Shu Ying bluntly slaps her green tea stepsister

Wang Xiangqiao's thoughts were pulled back by Han Xiali's voice, and she immediately slapped on the ground: "I'm stupid when you plotted as a gun, I'm stupid. I think I'm unlucky and want me to stay with you and a poisonous snake like you to stay together, I don't dare!"

At this point, Wang Xiangqiao looked at Han Xiali up and down for a moment: "I really feel that it is not worth it for Uncle Han. I don't know how to raise children for others. Instead, I don't say that the other party doesn't know how to be grateful, but instead harms my own flesh and blood behind my back. Han Xiali, the one who is talking about you!"

Han Xiali hated Wang Xiangqiao for now, and she felt so aggravated that she felt the more aggrieved she was: "Xiangqiao, how could you say that to me?"

Damn it, wait. Whenever you have the chance, I want you to look good!

Isn’t it just that she has used it once? Besides, she has not taken the initiative to use it. It’s because this person is stupid and slandering. He wants to be her gun. Can he blame her?

Wang Xiangqiao rolled her eyes, as if she was careless: "By the way, if you want to keep your secret, prepare some money tickets for me as soon as possible, package them in an envelope, and send them to our hospital."

As she turned around, she said again: "Don't think of playing tricks with me, and don't think of messing with me behind my back, otherwise, I will definitely take off your fox skin in front of Uncle Han!"

After quenching his mouth on the ground again, Wang Xiangqiao twisted her waist and left.

Han Xiali's face was sometimes blue and white, staring at Wang Xiangqiao's back, and silently squeezed out from her teeth: "Just because you want to threaten me, go dream!"

Don’t say that she doesn’t have much money ticket, even if she has one, she will ask her to take it out and give it to a mad dog unless the river flows backwards and the sun and the moon are gone!

Han Xiali looked down on Wang Xiangqiao from the bottom of her heart and would not take the other party's threat to heart, but she did not know that the image she devoted herself to shaped herself was already questioned in Deputy Director Han's mind.

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As soon as Shu Ying entered the house, she washed her hands and made dinner, and told Han Zhen to sit in the living room to do her homework and look at her brother.

The reason why Shu Ying wanted to please her is not that she and her two little sisters wanted to eat, and she wanted Deputy Director Han to serve the bowls when she got home from get off work.

The people next to you are just by the way.

After all, being idle is also idle. Instead of waiting for people to eat and see their faces, it is better to do it yourself and do it comfortably.

As for homework, it was nothing to Shu Ying's hands. It was easily handled by Shu Ying before school.

"Mom, have you taken Xiaoyuer to the art troupe again? Why are you so tired? I have told you more than once that since Xiaoying picks up Xiao Zhen and Xiao Zhao, it will be a good thing to pick up Xiaoyuer more..."

Han Xiali was playing a taxi in the yard and walked beside Liu Huiqin. Before the person could step into the house, the voice floated into the living room.

"My second sister thinks that Aunt Liu picks up Han Yu and takes Han Yu to the unit to wait for get off work before going home together. Why don't you take the initiative to take the responsibility of picking up Han Yu and let Aunt Liu relax?"

Shu Ying cooked the rice, washed the vegetables and cut them into the plate, and waited for the family to come back before stir-frying. Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked out of the kitchen, she heard Han Xiali's tea words and immediately replied to the other party.

"I want to go to school and I'm in my third year of high school, so where do I get the time to pick up and drop off Xiaoyuer?"

As soon as he said that, Han Xiali immediately realized something was wrong.

Shu Ying didn't give her a chance to make a quibble and said bluntly: "My second sister is going to school, don't I need to go to school? My second sister is in the third year of high school, did I not go to school?
Chapter completed!
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