As soon as these words came out.

Unexpectedly, Meng Shaode suddenly burst into tears and pinched a handful of snot from his nose and threw it away far away. He suddenly thought of his overbearing daughter-in-law, changed his smile and groveled:

"I have no shame. Where did I get my face? If you want to talk about this matter, you have to discuss it with my wife. I am not a family member."

But he secretly hated it so much, how did he fall into the hands of such a heinous person? Selling his daughter? Is this something a father can do?

As soon as these words came out, several people looked at each other: "Didn't your wife ask you to beat her to death yesterday?"

"Ah?" Meng Shaode still had snot on his face, and his only hope was shattered by a basin of ice slag. The corners of his mouth instantly turned white, and he muttered to himself in a confused way - beaten to death?

He immediately rolled his eyes and fainted in annoyance.

Ah Jiu noticed that something had changed and looked out through the crack in the door. It didn't matter. The potbellied housekeeper Hong came over with his people.

After it was over, Ah Jiu turned around and tried to find a hiding place. Where could he hide in this pile of tattered firewood?

The remaining tenderness on her face, which was as thin as a palm, was swallowed up by the fear in her eyes, and she did not look like a fifteen-year-old girl.

The door of the woodshed was suddenly opened from the outside, and several people who came in pulled her out without saying a word.

"Let me go, I won't go, I won't go." Ah Jiu was weak and fell to the ground without a few struggles.

Butler Hong bent down and took a breath. Not to mention that this girl was young and immature. It would be okay to be thinner. When he straightened his waist, he let out a sigh of relief:

"He's not dead yet, take him away for me."

When Ah Jiu heard this, despair enveloped her whole body. It was so hot but so cold that she gritted her teeth and stared at Meng Shaode with a pair of grape-like eyes filled with hatred.

In just such an instant, Meng Shaode, who had just fainted inside the large threshold, sat up straight as if he had been hit by a ghost.

The moment father and daughter looked at each other, Meng Shaode's heart skipped a beat. Ajiu was only fifteen years old, but there was a cannibalistic hatred in her eyes.

Just now, a memory that was not his own flooded into his mind.

He is actually a heinous and reckless man who has killed people. Yesterday, because he drank too much, his wife persuaded him to go home and pack his luggage to escape. But because he disturbed his drinking, she slapped her to death with a slap as big as a cattail leaf fan.

He himself is still a foolish and filial person, so he sold his daughter when his mother said she would sell him?

With a slap, Meng Shaode slapped himself in the mouth to clear his conscience.

God, Meng Shaode was a teacher in his previous life. He educated children. Why did God punish him like this?

"Dad, I hate you, I hate every one of you." Ah Jiu's voice was very low, her eyes were red and she was biting her lip, staring straight at Meng Shaode.

The thin black shoulders were trembling, as if they could be crushed with a handful.

Meng Shaode's rough face was full of flesh, and the scar was even more ferocious. At this moment, he was so frightened by Ah Jiu's words that he trembled, and he couldn't hide his regret and said:

"You guys, let me go. My daughter can't be sold. That's my life, my life, Meng Shaode's."

Although he has no feelings for this daughter, after he had tried IVF several times without success in his previous life and in his forties, such a lively girl was placed in front of him. It was not something he could do emotionally or rationally.

Son.

Ah Jiu was stunned for a moment, the redness in his eyes faded into something different, and the pain in his arms that was being pressed was forgotten.

Looking at this father up and down, he became strange and surprising. Ever since he was a child, had he ever heard any words to protect himself?

"Get out of here, you have the final say on this matter? I have collected the money, I must take this person away."

Several thugs saw that the once arrogant Mr. De was now a coward, so they stepped up and kicked him on the shoulder.

Meng Shaode was kicked backwards and rolled half a circle. With his strong body and the scar full of violence, he looked like the biggest master in the world who was the master of his own affairs.

No matter what, Ah Jiu must not be as weak as before, otherwise death will still be waiting for her.

With his backhand, he pulled out the horn knife from the waist of the thug who was holding him down.
Chapter completed!