One Can’t Judge by Appearance

Yan Xi returned home and saw Song Hai was waiting for guests. He turned around and threw the high-heeled shoes in his hand into the shoe cabinet, "Dad."

"Yan Yan is back?" Song Hai was a little surprised when Yan Xi came back. "Aren't you going out for a location today?"

"The work was completed ahead of schedule, so I came back first." Yan Xi didn't have a minor injury to her foot. Seeing that her dad's face didn't look good, she glanced at the men and women sitting on the sofa and saw that her dad didn't introduce the two of them. She turned around and went to the kitchen to pick up a glass of water. When she put lemon slices in the water, she heard his dad's unhappy voice.

"What the roots of the old Song family, the Song family does not have a gold mine to inherit the throne, this kind of wronged my daughter, I will not agree to anything you say."

Yan Xi paused. Are these men and women relatives on his father's side? In her memory, she had hardly seen her father’s relatives. Only the year when her grandparents passed away, a bunch of relatives came to the house to ask for money. At that time, her mother asked her to stay in the house and prevented her from going out.

In my memory, the voices of those people were very loud, and their curses were not very pleasant.

"Third brother, you can't even recognize your ancestors when you are developed. Besides, you just let Xianhong come to your house and let you take care of them. How can you make your niece wronged? Don't blame me for speaking well. It's hard to hear, she is a girl, and she will marry sooner or later. You protect her like this, and you will not belong to someone else's in the future."

"Xianhong is almost 20 years old, and there are no other adults in our family. If I go on a business trip, only Yan Yan is left at home. It is not appropriate for him to live here," Song Hai said with a serious tone, "Brother, Your family’s Xianhong is a treasure. My daughter was also held in the palm of my hand by my mother and her mother. When she was in college, I didn’t let anyone take care of her every day. Educating children can’t be like you, what will happen in the future Independence? Why don't you say this to others in your own family, don't blame being a brother to turn your face."

"When you talk about it, you just dislike our family being poor, not as good as yours, and even the only son of our Song family's grandchildren is not as good as your daughter," Sister Song's voice was a bit sharp, "No matter how refined and expensive your daughter is, The surname is not Song now, but Yan is her mother’s surname."

"Who stipulated that children must have their father's surname, sister-in-law, Xianhong's surname Song, but not your surname. Isn't he your son?" Song Hai immediately sank his face and said sternly, "Sister-in-law, in this age, we are already Don’t pay attention to these old customs, the children are the same, and the last name is the same."

"If you think I look down on you, then our two families will not be used to go, lest you be wronged!" Song Hai is a stubborn temper, usually not easy to lose his temper, but his daughter is his bottom line.

If they usually say such things, his tolerance will pass, but today Yan Yan is also at home, they still say this, didn't it make Yan Yan sad and angry. Brotherhood, brothers can tolerate their unreasonableness, but they shouldn’t take the next generation’s gender into account.

The Song family eldest brother and sister-in-law did not expect that Song Hai's attitude would suddenly become so bad, and she couldn't hold back her face. Song sister-in-law stood up and said: "I will see how the third brother is protecting his daughter in this way, how much blessing he can enjoy in the future!"

After putting down these words, the couple walked out without looking back.

"Don't bother me, auntie," Yan Xi walked out of the kitchen, and stopped the couple with a smile. "I will definitely take care of my dad and make him carefree. But the uncle and the aunt are worried about my family. For these things, it’s better to go home and take care of your baby son."

"The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp, no one is old or young, college is for nothing." Sister Song saw that Yan Xi, a junior, dared to talk back to her, and became even more angry. If it were her daughter, a big ear scraping would have passed.

"Not only did I go to college for nothing, but also graduate students." Yan Xi smiled brows. "Who told my parents to spoil me? No matter how much money I spend, I want to study. Please forgive me."

Saying that her dad has money to look down on them, then she let them know what is meant by the attitude of "a few stinky money is great".

"My third brother, this is how you educate your children?" Uncle Song looked at Song Hai.

Song Hai lowered his head and did not speak, pretending not to hear.

Boss Song was so angry with the attitude of the father and daughter, he took his wife and left the Song family's gate angrily.

Yan Xi turned around and sat next to Song Hai. Seeing that the anger on Song Hai's face had not yet disappeared, he cut a piece of fruit for him: "Dad, eat some fruit to calm down."

"Don't take what they say. Dad won't think like they do." Song Hai carefully observed Yan Xi's expression, and saw that she was not upset by what the older brother and sister-in-law said, so he shook his head and sighed: "The younger son of your uncle's family. I was admitted to the university in the imperial capital. I went to the school to report today, saying that the school’s accommodation conditions are not good and I want to live in our house."

Song Hai's hometown is not in the imperial capital, but in a somewhat remote area. Song Hai has been working alone in these years. They have not helped anything. Instead, when he divorced his ex-wife, he talked coldly in his hometown. These words had long been spread to Song Hai's ears by the philanthropist, but he didn't care much about it.

"Perhaps he doesn't want to leave if he lives," Yan Xi knew what the uncle's family was making. She patted Song Hai on the shoulder, "Dad, don't think too much about it, there is a daughter with you."

"I already knew what kind of people they were, and how could I take this to heart," Song Hai smiled, "I'm worried that you will be sad after hearing what they said."

"It doesn't count what they said," Yan Xi smiled crookedly, "I know that Dad, you love me the most, so I don't care what they say."

"This mentality is up to me," Song Hai gnawed at the fruit that Yan Xi had cut for him. "When others are trying to irritate you, the better you smile and the easier-going mentality, the more angry others will be."

Sometimes smile is tolerant, sometimes it is also a weapon.

Yan Xi had only one idea after being instilled in the black school by Song Dad.

Dad, I didn't expect you to be such a father.

Back to the room after dinner, Yan Xi turned on the computer to log in to the chat software, and the avatar edited by the publishing house was constantly flashing. She opened the chat box, and her eyes hurt as she was irritated by the bold bold font.

Obviously: Ah ah ah ah! Miss sister, your book has exploded and sold!

Mingming: What about people!

Mingming: Are you there? Is it there? ! !

Through these blood-red exclamation marks, Yan Xi felt the excitement of the editor. Sitting cross-legged on the big soft chair, she tapped the next word: "Yes."

As soon as the news was sent, there was a reply over there.

Mingming: Sister, you are finally willing to show up! I'm about to kneel down for you, do you still have the awareness of being a popular online artist? !

Little stream: No.

The editor seemed to have a sense of indifference and calmness from these two words, and told her about the sales situation of the book at the moment, specifically emphasizing the top ten best-selling achievement.

Yan Xi felt that this editor must be an energetic young man, but these exclamation marks made her have a cardiac arrest and her blood pressure increased.

Xiaoxiliu: My great beauty, sigh that the body is no longer popular, can we use a different punctuation mark to make it work?

Obviously: Only the exclamation mark can perfectly express my emotions, Miss Sister, let's sign the sale at the beginning.

Yan Xi's typing hands paused. She never considered showing up in front of netizens.

Xiaoxiliu: If I can rely on my talent to eat, I definitely don't rely on my face.

This was a tactful refusal. The editor probably understood her concerns. After a few words of persuasion, when she disagreed, he did not mention the matter again.

After the chat, Yan Xi went to take a shower, dried her hair and lay on the bed, turned out her mobile phone to open the circle of friends, and found that her application for being a friend of the Second Young Master had passed.

The other party’s name is very simple, it’s called "Yuan", and the avatar is a landscape picture, which looks like a picture that comes with the phone system. She remarks the other party’s name as "Bachelor Reserve". After thinking about it, she changed it to "Yuan Xiaoer". .

This second ranked second in the original family, changed to the original second, no problem.

Turning over and lying on the bed, Yan Xi clicked on Moments and liked several friends. When she saw someone took a photo of a book and the book cover was still familiar, she was taken aback.

It turns out that her book is already so popular that even her circle of friends buys it?

Yuan Xiaoer: It's okay. 【With Picture】

Yan Xi read this message several times, and made sure that he didn't look dazzling, and then secretly clicked a like.

She is not complimenting Yuan Xiaoer, but complimenting herself.

The original home.

Yuan Yi put the bookmark on the page, turned around and put the book on the shelf. He didn't know who sent these books. He flipped through them casually. Most of them were nonsense, but a book had some meaning.

This is a comic book. The protagonist is a strange-looking animal, but it is drawn very cutely by the author. Each story in it is very warm and moving. It is very suitable for people who are busy at work or under pressure in life. Take a look and relax.

"Second Young Master," the aunt knocked on the study door and walked in with a glass of milk. "It's almost ten o'clock. Would you like to drink some milk before going to bed?"

"Thank you." After taking a sip of the milk, Yuan Yi turned to look at the picture album called "Little Monsters" on the bookshelf. He didn't expect that he would see it so late. He rubbed his temples, "Aunt Li, go and rest, I'll go to bed right away."

Aunt Li took him and drank more than half of his milk and walked out of the study with a smile.

Yuan Yi returned to the room, and there were already a lot of likes and comments in the circle of friends.

Some people said that he was okay with the trend, others ridiculed that he would actually read comic books, and others would also buy them for joking. Amidst a bunch of likes, Yuan Yi saw the figure of Yan Single Dog.

It’s not that I don’t play WeChat often. How did this like come from?

Yuan Yi stared at the red Yanyan Mao Xuewang's head for a long time before clicking inside.

The latest news was eight days ago.

Yan Single Dog: Dad's dishes.

The nine pictures are all kinds of home cooking.

The last one was two or three months ago.

Yan Single Dog: I met a stupid, pure. [With a picture of an ugly crying Shar Pei]

Among other things, this Shar Pei is really ugly, and I don't know where the woman found it.

The time between the third to last and the second to last is not long, and the picture is a rising sun.

Yan Single Dog: The sun today is so beautiful, like a poached egg.

Yuan Yi stared at the picture for a long while, and felt that... it was a bit like a poached egg.

Thinking of this, he quickly quit WeChat and turned off his mobile phone.

This woman is simply spiritual pollution, which has made her aesthetic crooked.