Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

Divorced, but also to celebrate the Spring Festival with their "family".

In fact, it is not too miserable, nor is her life hanging by a thread like the little match girl. She was sitting in a warm car with a leather sofa underneath, with snacks in her hand. It's not like those so-called Gongdou Zhaidou novels, which irritate the big figures, so they have to kneel in the rain and snow and let the people next to them beat them in the mouth.

Even before they returned to China, some people took advantage of the opportunity of local demonstrations and protests to come to their homes to make troubles. Mother was holding her, there were glass shards on the ground, shouting arrogantly, and a drop of blood left from her mother's head.

Xia Siyu turned her head and glanced at her mother. There was still a scar on her forehead, which was left at that time. My mother was determined to come back from abroad, also because of the impact of the smashing incident.

Is it better than that time, then?

Obviously it is a marriage paper, but the wife that Ming Media is marrying is isolated from the iron railings. On a snowy day and New Year's Eve, you can only watch the bright lights inside and the family reunion inside. What are they?

The car did not turn on the lights, only the heater. The air in the car is warm and warm, the body is not cold, but the cold is the heart.

While waiting, the door really shook. Xia Siyu was sitting next to her mother, watching her clenching back teeth loose a little bit. Although her eyes did not look toward the door, Xia Siyu could feel her eyebrows stretched a bit.

There is a big temperature difference between inside and outside, and there is a layer of water mist on the car windows.

She wiped the water vapor from the car window with her finger, and leaned on the car window to look out. It was still snowing, and a figure walked out from the door. At first, he was carrying the light and couldn't see the front. Waiting for the person to come from far and near, the light in Xia Siyu's eyes faded a little longer.

While sitting, she also heard the quarrel inside. Vaguely from the laughter, Xia Youbiao protested with a slight dissatisfaction: "Why can't you come in? Xiaoxiao is my wife, and Siyu is my daughter. We have officially registered! Besides, she is so old. , Twenty years old, even for her mother and daughter should come in!"

And inside, another old voice was slow, like this boundless snow flake, seeming to be there, but it seemed to be nothing, but it was light: "I said, I didn't let you marry, and didn't let you give birth. You are outside, you How many people want to marry, how many people want to have. Now in a democratic society, we didn't force you to stay when you divorced, did you? But as long as I was in this house, that woman was not allowed to come back."

After that, there was a plea, and in the appellation, the voice of Xia Siwei who called him "dad" was the loudest and the harshest, and it pierced her eardrums and pierced her heart.

Then there was a rush of footsteps, seeming to be going out. Then, it was the old voice again, but it was a little heavier this time: "You can go, but after you go, you are not my son, and Midsummer Furniture will have nothing to do with you in the future. I would rather hand in. It will be polished to Ju'an, and it will not be handed to you."

After this sentence, Wan Lai was silent. There was another period of persuasion and comfort inside. Xia Siyu was outside the car window and could not hear the noise inside, but all she knew was that the door had never been opened again.