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Two women with the same personality, both weaving dreams for themselves for several years, were all broken in one night.

Liao Mengyao is unwilling to recognize her mother. At this moment, is she to blame?

Is it weird?

She thought, no wonder.

From the very beginning, she quietly taught her the "principles of being a person" behind her back, and now, Fu Mengyao can only be regarded as a slightly more important tool person.

After all, I can only blame Meng Qingyue for her coldness.

The mother and daughter could have healed each other, but as a result, they came to this point.

Meng Qingyue took two steps towards her.

Liao Mengyao seemed to have seen a monster, and stepped back in shock.

She couldn't admit that the beautiful woman in front of her was her mother.

how can that be possible?

Obviously she knew each other before she was an adult, and she had been supporting all her thoughts behind her back. She was obviously just a netizen, but she was moved and agreed to be her goddaughter.

How could she be willing to be the goddaughter of an ordinary woman?

What's more, it is the biological daughter.

Liao Mengyao said excitedly: "Don't come here, I am not your daughter, you have admitted the wrong person."

As she said, her afterlight fell on the middle-aged man who was aside. He was wearing old clothes, a little sloppy, her breathing was tight, and tears welled up in her eyes.

What a joke did God tell her?

Even if she is not the eldest lady of the Fu family, she is also the jewel of the Qiao family, how could this be?

Why is this happening?

Tang Yaoyao saw her unwilling to believe it, and raised her eyebrows lightly: "It seems, you guessed it, this one is called Liao Xin, and he is your biological father."

This sentence not only hit her heart, but also her soul.

Liao Xin looked at this daughter who had been pampered since childhood, thinking about his past, and his life-stained hands, and moved his lips. After all, she couldn't utter the sound of that daughter.

The humbleness of a person's bones is often the most restrained.

He didn't dare to recognize it, and even looking at her, he felt that he had put a dirty mark on her perfect life.

His face is no longer hesitating in the past, and the whites of his eyes are a little yellow.

Suddenly, seeing her looking at him, her eyes flashing, her hands behind her back, not knowing what kind of emotions should be shown to her, in the end, she just showed a bitter smile.

Fu Mengyao has been watched by the public since he was a child, and he is very proud in his bones. Seeing people like him seems to be at the bottom of the society. One catch is a lot. There is no characteristic, only lack of self-confidence and humbleness.

How could such a person be her father.

Her heart was very cold, and she glared at Tang Yaoyao: "How could I be their daughter, it's impossible, you are lying to me."

Tang Yaoyao shrugged: "It doesn't matter. Since you met, how did you get born, how did you go to Qiao's house, how did you get carried back to Fu's house by my parents, your biological mother, your mother? I will explain to you naturally."

After all, she took the apple that Qiao Yanzhi had cut for her, took a bite, and then said: "From then on, you have nothing to do with Fu Qiao's family."

"No, no..."

At this moment, Meng Qingyue had already accepted her fate.

What made her admit her fate was not that all the plans failed, but the fatal misunderstanding more than 20 years ago, which seemed to mock all the efforts over the years.

She didn't want to admit that she was wrong, but she couldn't deny that this life was too sad.

On the contrary, Liao Mengyao was far worse than her mother's composure.