Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Ning Shuqian slowly lifted her eyelids. The sunlight in the room was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes, her eyes were sour, and she managed to adapt to the dazzling light. The whole person stared blankly at the white wall in the room. , The smell of acrid disinfectant was floating in the air.

Where is this

Doctor ... hospital!

How could she be in the hospital?

Then there was a sting in her brain. What happened last night was staged in her mind. Her face was sloppy, twisted, hatred, sad, painful, desperate ... accompanied by yesterday's memory, it was constantly intertwined. With.

She remembered that yesterday was a Wen Xinya banquet, a billion-dollar dowry, 5% of the Wen's Group stock, a valuable and ancient ceremony of Shande Manor, and a Wen Xinya dress and jewelry, Let Wen Ya be the most precious lady in Beijing.

Later, Warm and Ya overthrew her, asked Du Gong to take her pulse, and revealed the truth of her false pregnancy in public.

She also ushered in the raging storm of the Wen family, the ruthless accusation of the old man, the old woman's swearing and torture, Wen Haowen's indifferent, Wen Xinya gloat, cutting her heart like a knife.

She got mad and got out of bed, rushed to the shelf near the door of the ward, and took out today's newspapers and magazines.

Reports were shocking, all about the news that she used fake pregnancy to deal with Wen Xinya, heart-wounding heart, and her heart was bewildered. Her body was soft, and the whole person fell to the ground fiercely, covering her face with grief. Crying.

She has worked hard for 18 years and has lost all her fame.

When she saw the newspaper, she was warmly and elegantly dressed in a phoenix brocade and a formal suit with a valuable ornament on her head, just like a nine-day phoenix. The Wen Xinya face was torn apart.

Wen Xinya, all Wen Xinya little bitch.

She has reached the point where she is today, thanks to the **** of Wen Xinya.

She hates it!

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Ning Yuya walked in with a thermos bottle.

When I saw Ning Shuqian, who was crying and sitting on the ground, she was shocked. The moisturizing bottle in her hand fell to the ground in this way.

"Mom!" Ning Yuya hurried forward to Funing Shu Qian.

Tears flashed in Ning Shuqian's eyes, looking at Ning Yuya: "Yuya ..."

She didn't expect that the mother and daughter would meet again in such a situation, and her heart was painful for a while.

While supporting Ning Shuqian, Ning Yuya asked with concern: "Mom, are you okay! I'll call the doctor."

After her mother was taken to the hospital yesterday, she got the news and rushed over. She learned that her mother was suffering from mental insanity. If it was more serious, she was afraid that she would become terrible hysteria.

Ning Shuqian thought of everything that happened yesterday, and she felt a painful despair in her heart. She cried and held Ning Yuya in tears: "Yuya, your father wants to divorce me, but he wants to divorce me ..."

Whenever the thought of Wen Haowen's ruthlessness towards her was a pain in her heart.

Ning Yuya was startled, her eyes widened in disbelief: "Mom ... how is this possible, dad is sincere to you, how could he divorce you, this is impossible ..."

In her memory, Wen Haowen abandoned Mo Yunyao, who was Mo Gong's daughter, for her mother. She didn't even mind if she took her towing oil bottle with her, and insisted on marrying her. After the two were married, Wen Haowen and her mother also remained gracious. Loving and loving, Wen Haowen even has very little lace news. How could Wen Haowen, who is so affectionate to his mother, divorce his mother.

Ning Yuya's words were undoubtedly fleshing in her heart. Ning Yuya was so heartbroken: "You told me by your father, Yuya ... what should I do? What should I do ... I can't divorce your dad, I can't ... "

She thought of Mrs. Wen, that old godwife, if it wasn't for her, how could Hao Wen divorce her.

Ning Yu Ya's face was earthy, and the whole person was dumb. If Wen Haowen really divorced her mother, then they would never be able to live a life of brocade and jade food. They could not wear beautiful clothes and expensive expensive jewelry. They Like a woman in Jingshi, dressed in a roadside pile of goods, bargaining at the vegetable market for half a pound.

She could not help but beat a shudder, and mixed up straight.

She was afraid just thinking about it.

Ning Shuqian cried terribly: "Yuya ..."

Ning Yuya looked at her mother's gorgeous face, as if she was ten years old, like a stubborn flower, her nose was sore, and tears in her eyes kept falling down: "Mom, things have not come to that step yet, you Do n’t be decadent and depressed. Dad has feelings for you, and you must have a way to restore your dad ’s heart. "

She believed that her mother would have a way to win over Wen Haowen.

Ning Shuqian shook her head non-stop, her voice was intermittent, with an intestine: "Your dad is iron-hearted, and ... an old lady provoked from it ... your dad is a filial son ..."

As long as she thought about Wen Haowen's cold and ruthless eyes last night, she couldn't help snoring.

Ning Yuya hugged her tightly and hissed and cried: "Mom, no, no, there must be a way, it is Wen Xinya to harm us, it is her ... Mom! You must cheer up, we have revenge To return the pain of warmth and elegance to us, hundreds of thousands of times ... "

Speaking, Ning Yuya was sobbing and crying beside the bed. She also read this morning's newspaper to know what happened to her mother yesterday. She looked at the newspaper, and her Wen Xinya light was brighter and brighter. Worried, described as bleak.

At that moment, the hatred in her heart exploded to the extreme.

"Wen Xinya ..." Ning Yuya suddenly screamed and screamed madly, her hatred raging wildly.

Ning Yuya clenched Ning Shuqian's hand tightly, and her hatred rose.

The decadent depression turned into a deep hatred for warmth and elegance, and Ning Shuqian's emotions calmed down bit by bit.

The reunion with her daughter gave her cold heart a warmth.

"Yuya, you're thin!" Ning Yuya looked sourly at her daughter who had been thinking day and night for two years, but she didn't expect her to be so thin, she was so confused and unsure. But flustered and thin.

"Mom!" Ning Yuya held Ning Yuya's hand in tears.

Ning Shuqian held Ning Yuya's hand, that hand was as thin as skinny and stiff bones, slightly palmed to make her feel inexplicable, and her hatred of Wen Xinya spread even more wantonly.