Mobile reading Qi Ji saw the original owner's mother fall to the ground with her hands broken.
Not only did she not feel guilty at all, but she grinned and shouted: "You deserve it, you deserve it."
The original owner's mother got up from the ground, looked at her bleeding hands, and came over to drag Qi Ji, but the original owner's grandmother protected him behind her like an old hen: "What are you doing?
You are such an adult, why are you still here?"
Arguing with a child” "My child, this is what a child did.
He came to my house, ate and lived in my house, and also occupied my daughter's room and beat me.
What's wrong with me?
See if I don't take care of him today."
The mother of the original owner looked at the blood on her hands. , it was the fire that kept hitting her forehead, and the original owner's grandmother's partiality regardless of right or wrong made her even more angry.
"Oh, sister-in-law, Qi Ji is just a child.
No matter what you do, you can't be like a child, right?"
Qi Jun and Qi Jun's wife, who had been squinting in the room, no longer pretended to be okay at this time, and rushed in one after another.
He ran out of the room, and the three of them blocked Qi Ji behind him.
When Qi Ji saw someone protecting him, he made a face at the original owner's mother behind the three of them, as if he was like, "What can you do to me?"
Seeing that the fire was almost done, An Qing came over with a tissue, gently wrapped the original owner's mother's hand, and then whispered: "Mom, let's go into the room."
The original owner's mother looked at the Qi family members standing in a row, and Qi Hao who had been playing games, as if he hadn't heard anything and didn't even look back, and showed a wry smile.
She had previously thought that Qi Hao should be given a The idea of giving An Qing a home suddenly made her feel extremely ridiculous.
"Let's go into the room."
The original owner's mother breathed a long sigh of relief, holding An Qing's hand and walking into the original owner's room.
When the original owner's mother came to see An Qing, the room, which had been very tidy before, was now extremely messy.
All kinds of things had been dug out, the test papers were torn, pens were thrown away and trampled on, and there were homework books.
There are traces of random flowers everywhere This was the first time the original owner's mother saw her daughter's room like this.
She was a little shocked, but also looked at An Qing with some understanding, and asked: "Is it like this every time they come here?"
An Qing bit her lip and looked at the original owner's mother, averting her eyes, not responding to her gaze, and then slowly said: "Actually, it's nothing, I'm used to it."
This sentence was used to it, and it contained too many meanings.
The original owner's mother looked at An Qing blankly, and then sat slumped on the messy bed.
After a long time, she asked in a dry voice: "Qing Qing is with you.
In my eyes, does my mother seem particularly incompetent, especially this time?"
An Qing didn't speak.
She didn't want to comfort the original owner's mother, because there were many things that the original owner's mother could have discovered with a little more care.
However, she only discovered something was wrong after the original owner's death.
If she had discovered it earlier, the original owner might not have to.
So even if he was tortured to such an extent at such a young age, he would not be killed.
"You must hate me.
You have said before that you want to be an orphan."
The original owner's mother did not wait for An Qing's answer and said sadly as if she was asking and answering her own questions.
An Qing still didn't look at the original owner's mother, but the original owner's mother kept looking at An Qing.
She bit her lip with some conflict, and looked at An Qing with some desire for understanding.
She hoped that An Qing would look back at her and continue to tell her.
An Qing didn't have the courage to finish speaking, so she cried, tears streaking her face wantonly, making her look extremely embarrassed.
Sitting silently on the chair, An Qing looked up at the darkening sky outside the window, while the mother behind her slowly sobbed and said: "Qingqing, I know you blame me, but you know if a girl What would it be like without your natal family?
Mom is very busy at work, and you need someone to take care of you.
Although they are not good, they are still your father and grandma, and they will not let you take detours."
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