The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Ling Qingxuan turned around and saw the original owner's cheap sister.

Song Xiaorou.

A reporter from the M state-owned enterprise newspaper, 26 years old this year, has worked for four years, and was promoted to director with the good news of the entertainment industry.

Ling Qingxuan stepped down and looked at her.

The girl's previous weak expression was no longer, replaced by a glamorous and noble, alienated look.

Song Xiaorou was stunned for a moment. She opened the car window completely and said, "Why are you back? Did you tell your parents in advance? Otherwise, they will lose their temper when they see you."

As a real sister, speaking is to blame, without comfort.

Aya Qingxuan felt that it was normal for her to act in the future.

"Is it possible that I have to report to you when I come back."

The girl's tone was cold, and Song Xiaorou couldn't react for a while.

Her sister usually doesn't like to talk, and she doesn't even dare to look directly at people, but now she's staring at her sister with extreme indifference.

A neighbor passed by, Song Xiaorou said quickly, "Get in the car first, and my sister will take you downstairs."

Ling Qingxuan righteously refused, "No, I can walk faster than this car."

The roads in the community are twisty and twisty, and it takes a long time to find the way.

Ling Qingxuan stepped up and left.

Song Xiaorou's face darkened, and she took her mobile phone to call home.

...

Although Lingqingxuan's Song family is of a scholarly family and middle class, Song's father chose to keep a low profile because of his position, so instead of living in a villa, the family moved into a luxury community.

When Ling Qingxuan arrived at the door, Song Xiaorou didn't wait, and she was slow as expected.

Reaching out and knocking on the door, the door opened. Mother Song had a happy look on her face, but when she saw Ling Qingxuan, her face instantly changed, and her tone was impatient, "You really came back."

Ling Qingxuan entered the door directly, but Mother Song couldn't stop her.

"What's your attitude, just barged in without saying hello, Song Xiaoqing, you've cut ties with our family, what are you doing back here!"

Compared with Mother Song's rage, Ling Qingxuan's eyes were pale, "Where is the household registration book?"

Mother Song wanted to have a son with her second child, but she didn't expect another daughter, so she didn't like seeing Song Xiaoqing very much.

Even after Song Xiaoqing's death, she didn't even take a look.

Ling Qingxuan has always been fair and open, and whoever treats the original owner well will treat those people well after she takes over her body.

But if it's like Mother Song, she doesn't need to talk nonsense.

"Who's here?" Father Song's tired voice came.

Ling Qingxuan looked back, Father Song was standing at the door of the room.

When he saw Ling Qingxuan, he was stunned for a moment, then his face was full of anger, and then it turned into a sigh.

"What are you doing back here?"

"Come and get my account book."

After Song Xiaoqing and Gu Yanshan got married, they were hurriedly driven out by the Song family, so the personal account book was left at home.

Father Song probably did not expect that the temperament of the youngest daughter would change, and it took a while for him to come back to his senses.

"Wait."

Mother Song screamed, "You can give her whatever she wants. She has cut ties with our family, and it's shameful for you to come here. Song Xiaoqing, hurry up and go back home. Don't be seen by the neighbors, shameful!"

Ling Qingxuan found a chair and sat down, "If you speak louder, the whole building will hear it. I'm just picking up what I dropped, so why are you excited?"

At that time, when she faints, she has to trouble her.

Well, women are trouble.

[...] zz thinks it's better for him not to talk.

The picture Song Xiaorou saw when she came back was that Mother Song was trembling with anger, and Ling Qingxuan was sitting leisurely.

"Xiaoqing! How many times have I told you, don't be mad at Mom!"

She hurriedly stepped forward to help Mother Song Shunqi.

Mother Song said with relief: "Xiaorou is still sensible, how could I give birth to her unfilial thing!"

Ling Qingxuan said coldly, "Can you pay me back the living expenses I called you before?"

The money earned by the original owner every time he played tricks was credited to their account as soon as possible.

So I have no money on hand.

Song's mother got angry when she heard it, "Xiaorou, look at this rebellious thing, she wants to take back the money for honoring us, why doesn't she die!"

Ling Qingxuan poked at the table, her eyes getting colder.

Song Xiaorou said thoughtfully: "Mom, don't be angry, Xiaoqing must have said this because she was in a tight situation recently. I'll give her some pocket money later."

The image of her daughter and sister is perfectly maintained.

Father Song found the household registration book and handed it to Ling Qingxuan.

"Stay and have breakfast together?"

"No." Ling Qingxuan felt that if he stayed here again, he would want to kill.

Father Song had a reluctant look in his eyes, and turned his head to hold back, "How are you and Gu Yan recently?"

Song's mother didn't like seeing her little daughter since she was a child. Song's father knew that, but when he was young, he always traveled with his leaders, so he couldn't be distracted from his family.

By the time I noticed it, the youngest daughter had become an introverted child who was extremely lacking in maternal and paternal love.

The family has been in the literature for all dynasties, but she went to be an actress.

This wasn't the most angry thing. What Father Song didn't expect was that the little girl, who was unknown, would marry a man whom she had only met a few times.

Jealous and angry, he drove her away.

But later I regretted it, after all, it was my own child.

But the little girl really didn't come back.

After a lot of years, Father Song didn't want to toss anymore, family harmony was the most important thing.

Ling Qingxuan got up and wanted to leave, "Divorced."

"What!" It was Mother Song's voice again, "How long have you been divorced, have you done something?"

Ling Qingxuan's eyes were cold, and she swept over lightly, and Mother Song felt cold.

"Even if you get divorced, the Song family won't recognize you. Get out! Get out of here!"

Ling Qingxuan greeted Father Song, "I'm leaving, Dad."

See and shout in the face of the original owner.

As she walked out, Song Xiaorou said quickly, "Xiaoqing, my sister has something to tell you, where are you going, I'll take you off."

She quickly appeased Mother Song, and then caught up with Ling Qingxuan.

"Xiaoqing, what's the matter with you and Gu Yan?"

"Xiaoqing, Mom's health is not good. Don't come back and be angry with them in the future. If you have any problems, you can call your sister."

"Xiaoqing..."

Ling Qingxuan stopped and frowned, "Your tongue has grown longer."

gossip.

Before Song Xiaorou could understand, Ling Qingxuan had already arrived in front of her sassy car.

"Civil Affairs Bureau."

Don't you want to send it, let you send it.

Save on tolls.

...

Ling Qingxuan sat in the back seat, and no matter what Song Xiaorou asked falsely, she completely ignored it.

The text message on the phone rang, picked it up and saw that it was from Mu Yao.

'WeChat agree'

Almost forgot about the little guy.

Aya Qingxuan agrees to his friend request.

Mu Yao: At nine o'clock, the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Mrs. Mu: ok

Ling Qingxuan held the phone and felt something was wrong.

Wait, how did her nickname change?

[...Host, I changed it for you, see how suitable it is. 】

Mu Yao on the other end of the phone raised his eyebrows slightly after seeing the other's nickname.

It was so quick to admit his identity.

What an unruly woman.