Wei Yanmo's face was pale, holding Su Qingwan's hand, she also trembled.

"Humph." Su Qing snorted in the evening, glanced at Tang Xiaoxiao sideways, and dragged her husband out.

Tang Xiaoxiao didn’t find it strange that Su Qingwan and Wei Yanmo were able to walk together. The first wife of Wei Yanmo’s marriage fell ill last year. Before his wife passed away for a full year, Wei Yanmo was indifferent. Be in love with Su Qingwanlang, the eldest daughter of Su Bingyi's family in Beijing.

Of these two people, one is in their thirties, and is at the age of wealth and charm, while the other is a young man from a dazzling background. Although he is more than ten years younger than Wei Yanmo, this does not prevent the two. Individuals come together.

It's just... Father Su Bingyi seemed to be a little helpless and angry about this matter. The eldest daughter came with herself when she came, but when she left, she left with a married man. This matter was said... it was really a loss of face.

"How did they get together?" Van Sen was unusually curious.

Tang Xiaoxiao pursed his lips and smiled, "It's nothing, but you haven't noticed. Does Wei Yanmo's facial features resemble Yu Lingye?"

Xue Xiaohan behind him suddenly realized.

Until the guests were almost gone, Su Bingyi helped her somewhat drunk wife, followed by her little daughter Su Qingkong, and walked slowly to the door.

Tang Xiaoxiao raised her head and smiled, "God, the road is dark outside, be careful when you go back."

Su Bingyi nodded slightly, glanced at Tang Xiaoxiao's face as if nothing had happened, and involuntarily sighed, "Xiaoxiao, you have to take care of yourself too...oh, you have suffered, my child."

As if nothing touched, Tang Xiaoxiao smiled still lightly and brightly, "It's nothing, thank you godfather for your concern."

Su Bingyi helped his wife and walked out slowly, but the youngest daughter Su Qingkong stopped and signaled her parents to leave first.

If she let her parents go forward, she would naturally start to taunt herself. The fourth sister Shen Xinhui... was this temperament.

After so many years, there is really no improvement at all.

"Tsk tsk, it's really pitiful, my sister really doesn't even have a family member right now." Su Qingkong's brows and eyes were hung with a deep triumphant expression, and an expression of charity, "If not, just stay in In my house, at any rate, our family has a big business, and it is not bad for you."

"Then thank you sister in advance." Tang Xiaoxiao still smiled brightly and gracefully, "However, I am 27 years old anyway, and I am not a few years old. I need someone to take care of it. I will protect such a large industry. The reason why other people’s staying at home? It’s my sister. Mom really has to take care of you, lest you learn what Qingwan is like, and you will also embarrass the Su family, right?"

Su Qingkong was tickled with anger at these words, "Sister, don't worry! Let's take care of your own affairs!"

"I only care about my sister." Tang Xiaoxiao blinked and patted her forehead suddenly, as if remembering something important, "By the way, a few years ago, when I was staying at Su's house, my mother took me. I have visited your room and it seems to have found a diary."

Su Qingkong's face suddenly paled.

"Inside...it seems to have written something else." Tang Xiaoxiao was too lazy to make false claims with her, "I don't know if that diary is yours, Xiaosi?"

Su Qingkong suddenly became irritable, and her sharp voice matched the panic in her eyes, and it seemed a little too obvious, "What kind of little boy? Is my sister confused? I am the second child in the Su family, it belongs to my mother. Little girl, what are you talking about?"

"It turns out that Xiaosi is ranked, but how did my sister know?" Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed, "Don't forget my sister. Before my master Ye Yuxin died, he left me a secret diary. There are more things recorded there than you think..."

Hearing the name Ye Yuxin, Su Qingkong could no longer contain the fear in her heart. She grabbed Tang Xiaoxiao and asked in a low voice, "What do you know?"

Tang Xiaoxiao smiled quietly, her eyes were cold, "Occupying my sister's body, Miss Shen Xinhui, what do you say I know?"

Just this simple sentence completely plunged Su Qingkong's heart into the abyss!

This matter... is finally known! Damn it! If you didn't want to vent your emotions and wrote down that diary, how could this amazing secret be discovered by a woman like Tang Xiaoxiao?

Since I can be born again, it is destined to let the gods take back what they once lacked, to become the true goddess of heaven, and to return to control everything, right? Tang Xiaoxiao, the so-called elder sister, is nothing more than the vicious villain in the fairy tale. She is her stepping stone to the top, and everything she has now will be hers in the future!

Thinking of this, Su Qingkong's hand clenched into a fist.

From the beginning to the end, Su Qingkong thought that she was a unique person who passed through the rebirth. He was the proud girl of the heavens, but he did not imagine it. After more than two years after her rebirth, the woman she hated day and night was also reborn... …

Seeing the nervous expression on Su Qingkong's face, Tang Xiaoxiao stretched her smile instead, glanced at the people around her, and after spitting out her identity, she didn't say anything anymore, only to bid farewell to others politely.

The whispers of the two people could not be hidden from the others, but could not hide from the extremely hearing Van Sen, and raised his eyebrows. He was really curious about this sentence.

What is meant by occupying someone's body? How could Su Qingkong be Shen Xinhui?

Seeing Tang Xiaoxiao ignoring herself, Su Qingkong glared at her bitterly. He wanted to say something but was afraid that she would tell her secrets. So she gritted her teeth secretly, turned her head and walked out, just waiting to come and find her tomorrow. Tang Xiaoxiao asked clearly.

The last ones left were Tang Yuanfeng and Tang Zheng, father and son. When they saw Tang Xiaoxiao, none of them spoke, but stood there silently, with their eyes facing each other, Tang Yuanfeng’s eyes were a little bit hesitant to talk. His expression was quickly concealed, and it was again that cold and inhumane appearance.

Just this one glance opened the distance between him and Tang Xiaoxiao abruptly.

I wanted to call him the last dad, but was also abruptly held back by this cold and alienated sight.

At this glance, the father and daughter are close at hand.

Tang Xiaoxiao's nails were gently digging into the flesh, holding back the tears and not falling. Once upon a time, the father who spoiled himself has drifted away.

Long Wuye stood not far away, and Tang Jingchen looked indifferent behind him.