The house was emptied and the pieces were most likely taken by his son. Lin Weimin was furious.
But he didn't dare to cause trouble to Lin Yiwan now, so he could only vent his anger on Tan Qiuyue!
"It's all your fault! You didn't teach my son well. You've offended my daughter so much. Now she doesn't even plan to go home!"
Tan Qiuyue had just woken up from being pinched on the philtrum by her neighbor. When she heard Lin Weimin's accusations, she almost lost her breath and was about to faint again!
How could he say that about her?
"Lin Weimin! You have no conscience when you say this? Lin Yiwan is your daughter. Without your acquiescence, how could I do those things?"
The two wives accused each other, and the onlookers were stunned!
"Oh my god! It's really a stepmother and a stepfather. These two are such inhuman beings!"
"Fortunately, Lin Yiwan ran fast, otherwise all the bones would have been eaten!"
…
Listening to her mother and father scolding each other and watching the beautifully decorated home become an empty shell, Lin Yirou cried so hard that she almost passed out.
Song Huaiqing kept comforting her.
"It's okay, Yirou, these are external things, and I will come back to them in the future."
But after hearing this, Lin Yirou cried even more sadly.
Never again!
These things were so exquisite, she was used to them, so how could she be impressed by the ordinary objects?
Besides, the money in the house is likely to be taken away by my younger brother. How can I make furniture without money?
"Brother Song, how could Sister Wanwan be so cruel?"
Maybe it was because she cried too sadly, her tears and snot were falling together. Where was the beauty of her weeping pear blossoms in the past?
In addition, the scheming image of her pretending to faint just now remained in Song Huaiqing's mind.
This time, he didn't mindlessly follow suit and blame Lin Yiwan.
"Yiro, how can you say that? Wanwan has been very good to you."
I gave her the beautiful room and even my job.
What else is she not satisfied with?
Thinking of this, Song Huaiqing couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Was it because of someone like him that he made Lin Yiwan so angry that she threw herself into his uncle's arms?
Lin Yirou didn't expect him to say that, and tears immediately froze in her eyes.
"Song...Brother Song?"
Whenever she said this in the past, he would definitely help her criticize Lin Yiwan.
But what happened today?
Why do all the people change!
Dad changed, and even Song Huaiqing changed.
Lin Yirou clutched Song Huaiqing's arm tightly, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.
"Yiro, you are tired today. Have a good rest. I will come to see you in two days."
Song Huaiqing said this lightly and tried to break free from her hand.
"No! Don't go!"
Lin Yirou's heart started to panic! Subconsciously, I clenched my fists a little tighter.
The onlookers were suddenly in an uproar.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how shameless! A girl is picking on a gay man."
"I used to think she was a good person, but today I've really broadened my horizons!"
"A girl like you is so unruly, who would dare to marry you in the future?"
…
Hearing the word "style", Song Huaiqing subconsciously exerted force on her hand, stood up and left!
Lin Yirou was pulled to the ground by inertia!
But the man who had been so nice to her before didn't even look back!
Lin Yirou sat on the ground in a daze, and the onlookers gradually dispersed when they saw that there was nothing exciting going on.
The entire empty room was left with only the family of three, looking dejected and looking at each other.
After a while, Lin Yirou suddenly seemed to think of something, and she jumped up from the ground.
"Work! My job! Lin Yiwan said she would transfer my job to me today!"
Having said that, she was about to run outside.
But he was stopped by Lin Weimin.
"Don't go. She said she won't give you the job."
"What?"
Hearing this, Lin Yirou widened her eyes and looked at Lin Weimin in disbelief.
"Didn't we agree on this? How could she go back on her word?"
Lin Weimin was so annoyed that he couldn't help but yell at her.
"After all the trouble you had with her, how can you still have the nerve to ask her for a job?"
But how could Lin Yirou be willing?
Almost there! She almost got the job!
"It's all your fault! If you hadn't said she stole the money, why would I have quarreled with her?"
Lin Yirou's eyes were red, and she glared at Lin Weimin with resentment!
There is obviously no evidence, why do you want to put the blame on Lin Yiwan?
Now it's good!
Not only was she not sent to jail, but she also lost her job.
Lin Weimin lost more than a dollar, and Lin Yiwan had his house emptied out, feeling very angry.
Now I am being pointed at and scolded by the mother and daughter! Unable to bear it any longer, he raised his hand and slapped Lin Yirou hard in the face!
"Useless thing! If you were half as good as Lin Yiwan, would I have to be so humble in front of her boyfriend?"
Not to mention someone like Xie Lin, she couldn't even handle Song Huaiqing!
With a crisp "pop" sound, the whole house fell into deathly silence!
A sharp stinging pain came, and Lin Yirou finally realized that her father had hit her?
"You hit me?"
Covering her face, she stood there in a daze, as if she had been struck by lightning!
"Lin Weimin! I'll fight you! You dare to hit my daughter!"
As if she couldn't bear it any longer, Tan Qiuyue rushed over to Lin Weimin and started to bite and tear him!
Lin Weimin felt a pain and slapped her in the face!
"Crazy bitch! You can't make any sense!"
After saying this, he slammed the door and left angrily!
The mother and daughter were left covering one side of their face, their faces full of surprise and heartbreak!
——
After leaving the family compound, Lin Weimin, feeling depressed, unknowingly came to an alley.
After turning seven times and passing through a winding narrow passage, he came to a simple tile-roofed house.
As soon as I stood still, I heard a baby crying from inside.
Knock on the door. After a while, soft footsteps were heard from inside.
After the footsteps stopped, the door opened with a creak, and a plump young woman appeared behind the door.
"Why are you here at this time?"
Huang Xiangju looked behind him with a slightly nervous expression.
"No one, I'm worried."
Lin Weimin said this and squeezed into the door.
The door was closed carefully, but before it was locked, the man's hands were wrapped around her plump waist.
"Hate it, so impatient..."
A woman's coquettish voice was heard in the quiet room.
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