After the adopted daughter of a wealthy family was reborn, everyone was cremated

After listening to Boss Li's words, Mrs. Li said very calmly, "Oh."

"Aren't you surprised?" Boss Li expressed his surprise at how calm his wife was when she heard that Liang Qiuyi next door hit the servant at home. "Have you known that she was like this at home?"

"You can tell when you see the slightest thing." Mrs. Li told her husband some of the things she had observed. "I watched her beat her daughter several times through the courtyard door... She can be so cruel to her own daughter. How can you expect her to do so?" How kind.”

Just because a person is elegant and beautiful on the outside does not mean that her soul is shining as well.

"That's really..." Boss Li was extremely surprised, "Don't you usually look like a nice person?"

The two families have been neighbors for several years and have always gotten along well. In addition, Liang Qiuyi has a good reputation in the circle, and he has always admired her. Sometimes he would even give her a few words of advice when he saw Antu's behavior outside.

Do you see it now...

Boss Li curled his lips and said, "Forget it, I'm going to take a shower."
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After entering the room, Liang Qiuyi yelled directly at Ye Xiuxiu, "Get out."

The roar made Ye Xiuxiu feel numb all over and she was completely stunned. She stood there for a long time and could not regain her senses.

It wasn't until An Tu entered the room that he waved to her and said, "Go get something to eat."

Ye Xiucai went to the kitchen distractedly.

"Eat, eat, eat. I won't kill you if you are fat." After beating Ye Xiuxiu, Liang Qiuyi's depression was not relieved. The heating in the room was turned on, and the person was warmed up, but not all the anger was released.

Under the bright crystal lamp, her sharp and angry eyes swept around, feeling that nothing she saw was pleasing to the eye.

With Ye Xiuxiu's punching bag gone, it was Antu's turn to be scolded.

"I'll eat mine, please leave me alone." An Tu was in a bad mood tonight and couldn't bear to talk to Liang Qiuyi, who was losing his temper, let alone coax her. "You go ahead and do your thing."

"This is my home, where I love to be." Liang Qiuyi threw her bag on the sofa and walked towards the sofa with her high heels on.

Normally, Antu would be good-tempered and pick up the bag for her, but today he didn't even bother to look at it. He even darkened his face and turned around to go to the restaurant.

After he sat down at the table, he also ordered to the kitchen, "More soup for the wontons."

After giving the instructions, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and looked at it.

There were several unread text messages on his phone. He quickly glanced at Liang Qiuyi, who was throwing a pillow, and lowered his head to quickly reply to a few messages he thought were important.

Suddenly, a strange message came in. He stared at the text message and read it again and again. He sent one text message back, but the other party never responded.

He thought for a moment, frowned and asked Liang Qiuyi, who was sitting on the sofa with his hands folded on his chest, his hair messy, and looking in front of him angrily, "Do you have Ranran's phone number?"

Liang Qiuyi had no reaction.

Antu asked again, "Liang Qiuyi, do you have Ranran's phone number?"

Liang Qiuyi turned his head and glared at her, saying nothing.

"I asked you if you have Ranran's phone number?" Antu didn't have much patience, and his voice was more impatient than before, "Why do you look at me like this? If you have it, you have it, if you don't have it, you don't have it."

Liang Qiuyi continued to be silent and looked at him motionless.

"You're crazy." Antu cursed in a low voice.

Then, he lowered his head to look at his phone and found that the other party hadn’t responded to the message yet, so he yelled towards the kitchen, “Can the wontons be made faster?”

in the kitchen.

Ye Xiuxiu stood in front of the stove, watching the hot soup rolling in the pot. The fingers holding the spoon turned white. She gritted her teeth and choked with tears. Her tears were flowing down like a dam, and she couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard she wiped them away.

When she heard An Tu's words, she was filled with grievance and anger. She just wanted to go out with a spoon and blow his and Liang Qiuyi's heads off, so naturally she was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Antu didn't get a response from the servant, and heard a woman's mournful crying coming from the kitchen. He felt very unlucky when he heard that, and his mood became even more irritable.

Anjia's dining room and kitchen are close to each other, but separated by a wall.

He sat in the restaurant for as long as he listened to Ye Xiuxiu cry. It was not a good thing to hear a woman cry late at night.

An Tu couldn't sit still for a while.

He raised his hand to untie the tie around his neck, then took the tie and walked into the living room while taking off his suit jacket. After waiting about a distance, he threw the tie and jacket on the sofa.

Seeing Liang Qiuyi sitting there, his chest heaving with anger, when he turned around and returned to the restaurant, he said impatiently, "Liang Qiuyi, please be more careful next time, just vent your anger, and don't be too harsh on others. "

How many helpers have been replaced in the family?

The same logic applies to managing subordinates and employees.

If you change people every time, there will be more training wheels, and everyone in the family will have to adapt again, which will cause unnecessary trouble, increase employment costs, and cause a lot of inconvenience.

"Am I going too far?!" Liang Qiuyi, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up and rushed to the restaurant like a firecracker, "Antu, do you think I am going too far?"

"Okay, okay, you're not going too far, are you?" An Tu said perfunctorily after sitting down again.

Liang Qiuyi sat down next to him, looking at him quietly without saying anything, with a face that was well-maintained and made up, adding a bit of gloominess.

An Tu was most impatient to see Liang Qiuyi like this, and wished he could stay away from her, "Go take a shower quickly, don't sit here anymore."

Liang Qiuyi was as motionless as a mountain, as cold as an emotionless doll.

See her like this.

Antu turned sideways slightly and stopped looking at her.

After a long silence, he closed his eyes and said, "If you have any dissatisfaction, tell me."

"Apologise." Liang Qiuyi said coldly.

Antu anxiously took out a piece of paper from the paper box on the dining table and wiped his face randomly, "What are you apologizing for? Did I say something to you?"

"Dao Qian." Liang Qiuyi refused.

Antu took a deep breath, threw the napkin in his hand directly on the table, and said angrily, "I'm so sorry for you, okay."

He closed his eyes, but looked indifferent and reluctant, hiding the deep disgust and disgust under his eyelids.

After a while, he opened his eyes again and took out his cell phone from his pocket, but without opening it, he looked at it twice and stuffed it back into his pocket.

At this time, Ye Xiuxiu came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of wontons with clear oil soup.

Seeing Liang Qiuyi sitting in the restaurant, she paused in her tracks.

"Apologise." Liang Qiuyi was still arguing with Antu coldly.

The expression on her face and the tone of her speech remained the same as the previous two times. She spoke like a robot repeating herself, but how could Antu not know that this was when she was the most persistent and annoying?

He was too lazy to bother, so he yelled at Ye Xiuxiu, "What are you doing? Why don't you bring it over quickly?"

Ye Xiuxiu's hands holding the dinner plate were so tight that for a moment, she wanted to smash everything in her hands. She also thought over and over again in her mind, "I will quit doing this disgusting and torturous job!"

"But go to hell!"

But he still restrained his anger and placed a bowl of steaming wontons steadily in front of Antu. At the same time, he gave him a plate of chili sauce and a plate of peanut sesame sauce.

After putting down the wontons and ingredients, she glared at Liang Qiuyi and An Tu with red eyes and ran back to the kitchen when they weren't paying attention.

The mackerel wontons exude a rich aroma and are mouth-watering.

Antu couldn't wait to pick up a spoon and chopsticks, pick up a Spanish mackerel wonton and put it into his mouth. He ate it in a hurry and it was a bit hot.

He opened his mouth and let the wonton pop in his mouth a few times before biting and eating it.

The fillings wrapped in these wontons with soft and smooth skin are not only filled with Spanish mackerel meat, but also delicious shrimps, shiitake mushrooms, chopped green onions, etc. When you bite it gently, the delicious fragrance of the mackerel spreads in your mouth, which is very refreshing. tongue.

Most of the depression in his heart had dissipated. Antu was very satisfied with his meal and couldn't help but say a few good words for Ye Xiuxiu.

"She's good at her job in the kitchen. If she's not good at anything else, just ask her not to do it." His eyes and thoughts were all on the wontons, and he didn't share any of them with Liang Qiuyi who was standing aside.

Therefore, the more delicious the food he ate, the angrier Liang Qiuyi became, "Eat you to death!"

She stood up, raised her hand, and overturned the bowl in front of Antu.

Antu quickly stood up and stepped back, but his hands were still burned by the hot soup poured out. His expensive suit was in a mess, hot oil, hot wontons, hot soup, chives...

The anger he had just subsided suddenly surged, and he yelled, "Liang Qiuyi, are you sick?"

"Apologise." Liang Qiuyi stood aside, arms folded across his chest, a hint of joy flashing across his face.

"I'm sorry about you." Antu was really angry. After yelling, he kicked over the chair next to him and went upstairs cursing.

When An Jing came out of the bathroom, she heard her father's angry voice downstairs.

He quickly put on his pajamas, walked out of the room and went downstairs to check. He happened to bump into a dark-faced Antu at the corner of the stairs on the first floor, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Antu paused and cursed, "It's not like your mother is crazy."

"Why is my mother angry again?" An Jing asked with concern.

Seeing the concern on his handsome son's face, Antu suddenly felt a lot of worry in his heart, "Don't worry about her, why did your hair come out without blowing it?"

"I just finished taking a shower. I heard you were very angry, so I went downstairs to see if you and my mother were okay?"

"Let's go back to the room and blow-dry your hair." Antu pulled Antu's arm and asked with concern, "Have you finished your homework?"

"almost."

"That means it's not done yet." An Tu said, "After drying your hair, continue doing your homework. Just leave your mother alone."

Liang Qiuyi's temper has been changing for a day or two. An Tu and her have been married for so many years, and they have learned some tips on how to get along with her.

He originally had good intentions and didn't want his son to touch his wife's brow, but he didn't want An Jing to ask in displeasure, "Dad, did you do something to make mom unhappy?"

Antu stood up in anger and said, "Look what was splashed on me? What can I do to her? Don't you know who your mother is?"

——"I worked all day during the day, and went out to a banquet with her in the evening. At the banquet, I was dragged everywhere to drink, and I didn't eat even two bites to fill my stomach. I was starving to death. When I finally got home, I was asked to give me a whole bowl of wontons. , she knocked over my bowl because she was upset, do you think she is sick? "

An Jing also smelled the smell of chives and chicken soup on An Tu, and his voice became much lower, "Dad, you worked hard."

It’s better for a son to be considerate of his father.

A smile appeared on An Tu's face, and he was about to praise him when he heard An Jing continue to ask, "Why is mom in a bad mood?"

This stubbornness is exactly the same as Liang Qiuyi downstairs.

An Tu became angry instantly, and he let go of An Jing, "How do I know? When did she feel better? Day after day, she is asked to do nothing but go shopping and dress up. If she is not satisfied, is she still a woman?"

"Dad." An Jing said with a straight face, "Mom is not in a good condition. As a man, you have to take more care of women. You said so yourself."

Antu also had a serious face, "You're trying to teach me a lesson!"

"You said it yourself, and you must keep your word." An Jing insisted.

Antu looked at his serious son and sighed, "Okay, let your mother calm down. You go back and blow-dry your hair first, otherwise you will catch a cold."

He raised his hand to hug An Jing, but he avoided him and said, "Dad, you are so dirty."

"Who is to blame for this?" Antu said angrily, "I will go back to the room and take a shower right away."

Seeing that An Jing remained silent, she pulled his arm instead and said, "Come on, I have something to ask you."

"What's going on?" An Jing followed An Tu upstairs again.

"Does your sister's phone number end in 9431?"

"Yes." An Jing asked, "Has she contacted you?"

"She said she wanted her family to apply for a bank card for her. Without a card, life at school would be inconvenient."

"Bank card?" An Jing asked in surprise, "Doesn't she have one?"

Antu was also shocked, "I didn't know if she had it. I just received the news and she said she didn't have it. I was just about to ask your mother when she got sick."

Thinking that her mother had been responsible for her living and study expenses since she was a child, An Jing believed An Tu's words, "Then let my mother help her get one. My sister lives in school and doesn't have a bank card." inconvenient."

The last time his mother gave him eight hundred cash to give to An Ran, he felt a little strange at the time, but he didn't know what was strange.

Now I finally understand that it turned out that my mother gave the eight hundred to my sister. I could have transferred the money directly to my sister.

"To apply for a card, you also need to apply for an ID card." An Tu thought for a while and asked, "Does your sister have an ID card?"

"I don't know." An Jing shook his head and said uncertainly, "It should be there. I have gone abroad several times to participate in competitions, so there must be some."

As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller.

It seems that it is reasonable for his sister to be angry. He really doesn't care enough about her.

She didn't even know that she didn't have a bank card.

An Tu listened to half of the sentence and didn't catch the second half of the sentence clearly. However, his attention was not on An Jing at the moment.

He stuffed his phone into his pocket, left An Jing on the spot, and ran to his bedroom alone, "An Jing, your sister wants a bank card. Ask your mother to apply for one for her. I'm going to take a shower. I'll wait for you." I’m going out to meet a few clients and will come back very late. You and your mother should go to bed early.”

Watching my father walking away anxiously.

An Jing paused for a while, then turned and went downstairs.

Unexpectedly, Liang Qiuyi was not seen on the first floor, but the servant Aunt Ye was cleaning the restaurant.

"Aunt Ye, where is my mother?"

"Master." Ye Xiuxiu sniffed, raised her head and glanced at An Jing quickly, then lowered her head to pick up the debris on the ground, "...Madam went to the backyard."

Just this glance was enough for An Jing to see Ye Xiuxiu's red eyes and tears at the corners of her eyes, "Aunt Ye, why are you crying? It's..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Xiuxiu, "Master, didn't you hear everything just now?"

She was angry now and saw that no one in the An family felt comfortable. The broken porcelain in her hand was thrown into the trash can, causing a crackling sound.

"What did I hear?" An's house was soundproofed well. An Jing was in the bathroom just now and didn't hear Liang Qiuyi scolding Ye Xiuxiu downstairs, "Did my dad quarrel with my mom?"

Ye Xiuxiu sneered, "Master, did you hear your father and your mother quarreling?"

"Otherwise?" An Jing didn't understand why Ye Xiuxiu talked to her like this. He obviously cared about her with good intentions, didn't he?

Since the other party didn't appreciate it, he didn't bother to continue to love her cold ass here. He was still a servant at home.

"Master, you are such a filial son." Ye Xiuxiu continued to sneer, put away the cleaning tools and went to the kitchen.

She didn't want to have another word with the heartless An Jing.

Liang Qiuyi's son, I thought he was a young man with some conscience, but after hearing what her mother said was so unpleasant, he couldn't bear it, so he came to apologize to her, but he didn't expect that he could just ignore everything he had suffered.

She was aggrieved and angry just now, but now she is only filled with anger.

An Jing was completely confused by her strange aura, but he still maintained his demeanor and said dryly, "Aunt Ye, if you feel uncomfortable, finish cleaning up and go to bed early."

Under the "touch" of Ye Xiuxiu, he threw the cleaning tool into the small warehouse.

When An Jing went to the backyard and passed the small warehouse, he frowned when he saw this scene. 1314