Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

The red wine in the glass swayed under the light, and when Chen Bin put it on the table with a little force, a few drops splashed onto the milky white tablecloth.

"Men like mellow red wine, and they also like women who are not dirty."

Chen Bin tapped the wall of the glass, "Look at it, it seems that there is no mirror prepared for you at home."

Chen Jiajia knew that her father always looked down on her, but he had never said such a thing, almost nakedly exposing her most embarrassing side.

"I am dirty?" Chen Jiajia faced Chen Bin's humiliation for the first time, and one hand tightly grasped the tablecloth.

"Dad, it seems that there has never been a mirror in our family. I am like this, but you are not? You think I am dirty, but it is me, the dirty daughter, who has devoted all my efforts to the Chen family's company. You enjoy the benefits brought by me while humiliating me for being dirty! I am dirty, but the Chen family is not clean either!"

"No one in the Chen family is clean from inside to outside, so why do you have to pretend to be a beast in human clothing? We are father and daughter, don't we know what kind of people we are? You..."

"Pah!"

Chen Jiajia was hit on the table by Chen Bin's slap, and the wine glass on the table rolled to the ground and broke into pieces.

Chen Bin grabbed Chen Jiajia's hair as if he had no breath, "Who are you to dare to talk to me like this? You are an ungrateful thing. You should be happy that I need you, otherwise you will end up like your sister!"

The stinging pain on her scalp made Chen Jiajia sober instantly. She looked up at Chen Bin's face and thought of her sister's end.

"Dad, I... I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again... Never again..."

My sister ended up like that because she disobeyed Chen Bin, from being the eldest daughter of the Chen family to being trampled on by others.

Chen Bin let go of her hand, and Chen Jiajia fell to the ground, with her upper body lying on the broken glass.

The glass pierced her skin and caused a sharp pain, and the blood from the wound mixed with the red wine on the ground.

The red wine diluted the bright color of the blood, and the blood neutralized the richness of the red wine.

The red color brought Chen Jiajia's thoughts back to the night that had nightmared her for many years.

Her sister's clothes were messy, and her exposed skin was blue and purple, with few intact skin.

At a young age, she thought her sister was beaten, but later she knew what kind of humiliation and torture she had experienced that night.

She was dragged out by two men, and she had lost consciousness. The blood from her lower body kept flowing, gathering on the ground and stinging her eyes.

From that day on, she never saw her sister again, and no one in the family mentioned her sister's name, as if this person had never appeared in the family.

Even their mother was the same. Even when her sister disappeared, she never asked her father a word.

Later, after a long time, she learned that her sister was pregnant at that time, and the blood that kept flowing foreshadowed the passing of a little life.

Her sister's life, which was only 26 years old, also passed away.

She still remembers that the moon that night was very round and bright, so bright that she could clearly see the spreading blood in the dim environment at night.

In the night, she saw Chen Bin standing next to her smoking as if nothing had happened, and the blood on the ground gradually solidified, just like the blood in her body.

Chen Bin's voice sounded very creepy under the blessing of the night, "Jia Jia, don't be as ungrateful as your sister."

The word ungrateful is like a switch that controls Chen Jiajia. When Chen Bin used the same word to describe Chen Jiajia, she once again felt her blood gradually cooling and solidifying like that night.

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"You're back! Come on, I made a small cake, come and try it!"

Song Jiajun's hand hanging the clothes stopped instantly, and a bad feeling came over him.

I don't know what happened to the little girl recently, she suddenly liked making desserts, even though she said before that making cakes was a very tiring thing.

It's the servants who are tired, they have to keep an eye on the little girl to make sure she doesn't blow up the kitchen, and they have to clean up the mess she made.

Forget all these, the main thing is the taste...

Let's just say that Chunsheng couldn't eat it that day, so he secretly fed the cake to Xiaorizi, who was never picky about food, and shook his head and left after smelling it.

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling at the door for?"

"I'm coming, ancestor."

Although the taste is not very good, Song Jiajun enjoys it, a sweet burden.

"Congratulations to Mr. Song for being the first lucky guest to taste the freshly baked luxurious supreme Black Forest cake!"

Luxury, supreme, these two words are always associated with cakes, which always feels a bit weird.

As expected, palm-sizedOn the cake, there were densely packed fruits and other unknown things.

Song Jiajun pointed to the two different colored mud-like objects on it and asked: "Baby, what are these two..."

"This is cheese, and this is taro paste. One bite is salty and the other is sweet. Life is beautiful!"

Song Jiajun: ...Is that so?

"Baby, you know how to live!"

"Come on, try it. I think it tastes good!"

Lin Wanyue scooped a spoonful at the junction of cheese and taro paste and sent it to the man's mouth.

The cheese fell on the edge of the spoon, swaying as if to say hello to Song Jiajun.

The man enjoyed the girl's feeding. If you ignore the taste, it is still a very sweet scene.

"How is it? Does it taste good?"

Who is Song Jiajun? He has long been a master in expression management.

"It's delicious, my little moon is awesome!"

Song Jiajun's tone was very sincere, he nodded while chewing, and then gave Lin Wanyue a thumbs up.

No matter how it tastes, the emotional value must be given, and the girl's happiness is the most important thing.

Lin Wanyue, whose emotional value was maximized, nodded with satisfaction, and she said that making a cake shouldn't be that difficult.

"I'll try it!"

Song Jiajun didn't have time to speak to stop her, and saw the little girl scooped a piece of cake into her mouth in a flash, and then...

"yue~yue~呸呸呸...yue~"

Song Jiajun quickly sent clean water to the little girl's mouth, "Rinse your mouth."

Lin Wanyue rinsed her mouth frantically with the man's hand, and her eyes were filled with tears due to physiological nausea.

Song Jiajun felt that the little girl in front of him was pitiful and cute.

"I'll eat it, why are you eating it too? Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"Yue~ What is this! It's so disgusting, what does it taste like!"

Song Jiajun couldn't help but laugh while patting her on the back.

"Okay, okay, let's not eat it, leave it for me."