Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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"It stands to reason that my sister cannot be developed unless she wins a lottery ticket."

Huang Qing took a sip of cigarette and said dullly.

"Then I will go to the eldest brother and big sister to ask about it. It stands to reason that she should go to the eldest brother's house first."

Liang Guilan couldn't sit still, stood up and said.

"Well, go, not much." Huang Qing nodded.

Liang Guilan walked on the road and just met Huang Xiuli and Yang Zimei who were going to return to Huang Yingqi's home.

She recognized Huang Xiuli at a glance, and found that her husband's mental state seemed to have changed. In the past, she was ashamed and shabby, wearing outdated clothes, her face was dark yellow, her hair was dry, she was poor phase.

Although she is not wearing well, she fits well, her hair is black and neat, her face is rosy, her face is stretched, her steps are light, and she is completely different from before.

And the girl next to her, her hair was dyed a rare ice-blue, but her skin was delicate and fair. It looked like jade and glowed, her eyebrows were painted. She was wearing a simple white casual clothes, looking beautiful and beautiful. Reiki.

This would not be the girl with thin and yellow hair, black, ugly and crying, always dragging her nose?

Huang Xiuli also saw her and greeted with a smile and shouted, "Guilan, are you here?"

Feeling the change of Huang Xiuli's temperament, Liang Guilan didn't dare to look down, and habitually piled up her two-faced, three-knife smiley, shouting enthusiastically, "Sister, are you back?"

"Yeah, I just came back with Niuniu. I'm going to visit your house to see you and my third brother."

Huang Xiuli.

"Oh, this is your girl, it's a girl's transformation, it's so beautiful and beautiful, like a star on TV, you are so blessed."

Liang Guilan said enthusiastically, but was thinking in his heart: No wonder Huang Xiuli's family would develop, presumably because he raised a beautiful daughter and sent it to sugar daddy.

Yang Zimei was particularly disgusted by Liang Guilan's false smile. When Huang Xiuli asked her to say hello, she also barely called her aunt.

I remember one time before, I was so hungry that I chopped wood and came back. When I saw the Sanya family sitting at the door to eat sweet potatoes, I pitifully put down Chai and stood in front of them, hoping that they could give themselves some food.

Who knows, the third aunt saw her and said nothing, and lifted her up, threw it a few meters away, and almost threw her into a fracture.

"Smelly door star, moldy, don't stand in front of my house in the future." After Aunt San threw her away, she rubbed her hands on the apron and wiped them as if she touched her.

Yang Zimei, then six years old, fell painfully and sadly.

She choked, picked up the firewood, and bowed her head. After seeing here, she detoured.

Thinking of the pitiful appearance that day, Yang Zimei's heart twitched unconsciously.

Faced with these people who had been so bad to her, she couldn't calmly and calmly, and didn't want to look at Liang Guilan more.

After all, Liang Guilan crawled and followed her husband for a long time, and naturally she would know how to look and watch, and when she saw Yang Zimei's indifference to her, she thought that people had put up a lot of money, so she was cold to her own rural people.

The smile on her face also became stronger, but the sense of ridicule became more obvious. He deliberately tested Huang Xiuli, "Sister, you can get better in your family, is it Niuniu?"

Where does Huang Xiuli know the subtext she asked, looking at her daughter proudly to Liang Guilan, "Yeah, without Niuniu, there would be no family today."

When Liang Guilan heard this, he spit in his heart fiercely, and thought to himself: This is indeed a shame for everyone, and he became rich by selling his 15-year-old daughter. And this little girl, making such ugly things as a young boy with a large sum, actually dared to think that taking a cold face high above others is really disgusting.

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