Chapter 927 Wang Yan: This can't be true!

   Song Jia took out the key and opened the door.

"I'm home!"

  In the room, Wang Yan looked back, her brows wrinkled, and her face was not good. "You don't go to see your brother, that's your own brother! Why are you so cruel? Today, Wen Jie asked you about it!"

  Song Jia walked in without looking at her and said nothing.

   "You're talking! You're dumb? You go to work in the store every day and earn some money! The store will lose money, so it's better to close it as soon as possible! Go out for more shopping, meet some men, and get married soon!"

   "You're still so young, and you don't have children, so people want more!"

   Wang Yan's brows furrowed even tighter, a little displeased.

  This girl, how dare you shake her face?

  Rongqiang is leaving, is it her fault? It was obviously Rong Qiang who couldn't do anything, but Wen Jie didn't help him either, and he complained about their family.

  Leave as soon as you leave, and find someone rich! The daughter is still young and beautiful, and she is not worried about getting married!

"Forget it, I don't count on you anymore, I'll find it for you! In a few days, I'll ask someone to introduce you. There are a lot of rich people! It's okay to be older!" She glared at her daughter and hummed. road.

   turned back, and she continued muttering.

"Rong Qiang, he is not a good thing, that Ye Mo is not a good thing, little bunny! White-eyed wolf, you have slept in vain for so long, you are not willing to give up that little gift, and you dare to take revenge on our family, Wen Jie was killed by him Terrible!"

   "People like him will have retribution!"

   Speaking of that kid, she gritted her teeth and cursed fiercely, "Maybe, now he's having a bad time!"

   "Ho!"

   As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer sounded from the side.

  Wang Yan was startled, thinking that she had heard it wrong, she turned her head to look, her daughter was looking at her, her eyes were playful and sarcastic.

   "You...what are you laughing at!"

   she cried out, annoyed.

   "He's doing great! You don't know it yet! He's now famous, famous, and even on TV! Now, the Internet is full of him, and he's about to become the richest man!" Song Jia sneered.

   "What... what?"

  Wang Yan was stunned after hearing this, and then smiled, "How is that possible! He is the richest man! Are you confused!"

   "See for yourself!"

  Song Jia was expressionless, picked up the phone, opened it, and lost it.

   "This... this... fake! Didn't you say that the video can also be posted! This... can't be true!"

  Wang Yan picked up the phone. At first, she was a little disdainful, thinking that her daughter was talking nonsense, but when she looked at it, her expression became solemn, and then her face became pale.

   Her eyes gradually widened, full of shock and disbelief.

   She couldn't believe it, and couldn't accept it. That Ye Mo had actually become a sensational celebrity in the whole country. He was so touted, so beautiful, and even became the richest man.

   A richest man in his twenties?

   This is simply ridiculous!

   What's even more absurd is that this young richest man almost became his son-in-law, just because he thought he was not rich enough or promising enough, so he kicked him.

   "No...impossible! It can't be true!"

   She trembled all over, her hands trembled violently, and her face was as pale as paper.

   "Impossible? Ho!" Song Jia sneered again, and the sarcasm in her eyes became heavier.

   "He... he can't be!"

  Wang Yan murmured again, and then she screamed frantically, "This can't be true!"

   "Why...he has caused our family so miserable, how can we still be so beautiful!" She cursed resentfully.

  Song Jia stepped forward, still expressionless, and took the phone back.

   "You...why do you see me like this? He's a bastard, so he has money but doesn't tell us, who knows he will pretend to be poor! Don't you think he is poor yourself!"

  Wang Yan looked up and screamed.

   "Get out! You and Dad, go back to your own house, I don't want to see you again!" Song Jia raised her hand, pointed to the door, and said decisively.

   "Yes! I thought he wasn't rich enough back then, and I was also cheap and didn't know how to cherish it. I admit it, but what about you guys, it's even more hateful!"

   "Have you ever seen my daughter as a person? You took the dowry as soon as you got it, bought a house for your brother, and introduced me to an old man for the money."

   "Open your mouth and shut your mouth, every day is Wenjie, Wenjie, in your eyes, only his precious son, I'm not a human being, right! You just let me get married again? Why, do you want to find someone older?"

   "Also, if it weren't for you, Rong Qiang could leave? I've had enough, you guys, get out of here today, I don't want to see you again!"

  Wang Yan was stunned.

   Her eyes widened, she couldn't believe that her daughter, she dared to talk to her like this, and told her to get out!

   "You... your wings are hard, right? You dare to talk to me like that, I am your mother, I gave birth to you, raised you, Wenjie is your brother, why are you jealous of him!"

   "He can inherit the lineage, can you? You let him be a little more sacrificed, what's the matter!"

   She stood up and roared.

   "And this house, it's not yours alone. When you get married again, you don't have to live here. It's a wedding room for Wenjie, and when he comes out, you have to get married and have children!"

   "He has already gone in, and there is no good house, who would want to marry him!"

  Song Jia listened, and the hand holding the mobile phone gradually began to tremble, and there was a sense of despair and deep sadness in her heart.

   They don't even plan to let this house go?

   "You... can you go?"

   As soon as she turned around and rushed into the kitchen, she brought a kitchen knife and roared sharply.

   "Jiajia, you...you're crazy! You...you calm down!"

  Wang Yan was taken aback and ran back, her face turned pale.

   "You give me away!"

   Song Jia held the knife, her hands trembling violently.

   "Jiajia, are you kidding me!"

  Wang Yan still couldn't believe it, but when she saw her coming up, she was scared and backed away. She backed up to the door and walked out.

  !

  Song Jia closed the door heavily and locked it.

   "Jiajia! Calm down, I am your mother after all, Wen Jie, he is also your brother, if you treat him well, he will treat you well in the future!"

   "Jiajia, calm down? Open the door!"

  “Jia Jia…”

   "You bastard, open the door for me! Are you the other way around! Your life was given by our parents, don't you know how to be filial! I didn't let you do anything, you selfish ghost, white-eyed wolf!"

   The voice at the door, which was pleading at first, gradually became impatient and turned into a sharp scolding.

   Dong Dong Dong!

   She also hammered the door, cursing more and more harshly.

Inside the door, Song Jia threw the knife, leaned against the wall, sat down slumped, covered her face in pain, sobbed lowly, and then turned into howling.

   (end of this chapter)