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 about you!"

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 make 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 any children, so many people want it!"

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

This girl, dare to shake her face?

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

Just 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.

Turning back, she continued mumbling.

"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!"

"A person like him will have his 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 heard it wrong, she turned her head to look, her daughter was looking at her, her eyes were playful, with a touch of sarcasm.

"You...what are you laughing at!"

She cried out, annoyed.

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

"What... what?"

After listening to Wang Yan, she was stunned, and then smiled, "How is it possible! He is the richest man! Are you confused!"

"See for yourself!"

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

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

Wang Yan picked up the phone, and 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 that Ye Mo had actually become a famous celebrity all over the 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 screamed a little frantically, "This can't be true!"

"Why does he... He has hurt our family so miserably, 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 look at 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 human? As soon as you got the dowry, you took it away and bought a house for your brother. For the money, you introduced an old man to me."

"Open your mouth and shut your mouth, Wen Jie is every day, Wen Jie, in your eyes, there is only his precious son, I'm not human, right! Just after leaving, you asked me to 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 and raised you, Wen Jie 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 screamed.

"And this house is not yours alone. When you get married again, you don't have to live here. It will be a wedding room for Wenjie. When he comes out, you will 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 phone gradually began to tremble. A sense of despair and deep sadness surged in her heart.

Don't they even plan to let go of this house?

"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 startled, and ran back, her face turned pale.

"Let me go!"

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 backed away in fright, backed up to the door, and walked out.

Bang!

Song Jia closed the door heavily and locked it.

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

"Jiajia, calm down? Open the door!"

"Jiajia..."

"You dead girl, 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.