Chapter 787 Reaping the Consequences 3

She did think about it a lot, and even thought about whether she would be a rich young lady from a wealthy family living abroad.

She has thought about investigating her life experience, which will definitely require her brother's help.

But since that day when he failed to help her clean up Tang Yaoyao, he never showed up again, and she couldn't contact him, as if he had disappeared from the world.

She just suffers from congenital mental illness and paranoia, but it does not mean that her brain is not working well.

Immediately, I understood what she meant.

She didn't want to but dug into it, pretending not to understand anything: "What do you mean?"

"My dad said that after all, you have been his daughter for twenty years, and there is still some affection for you. Now that we have completely severed ties, as a former father, I naturally want to find your parents for you, so as not to be lonely and helpless for the rest of your life. .”

No matter how calm Liao Mengyao was, she panicked when she heard what she said. She pinched her sleeves with her hands and clasped them tightly: "You lied!"

"What did I say?"

Liao Mengyao shook her head: "There's no way my father doesn't want me. Mom said it was him who brought me back in person and gave me my name. How could he not want me?"

She spoke very quickly, saying she was trying to convince her that Fu Jiang would not abandon her, but rather, she was trying to convince herself.

Tang Yaoyao shrugged: "Whatever you think, your biological mother is right outside the door, waiting for your biological father to come over. Liao Mengyao, congratulations, the family is about to be reunited."

She looked at the unabashed cunning in Tang Yaoyao's eyes, his playful smile, and his mocking attitude.

Even though he was sitting there, he had the illusion of looking down at her from the bottom of his heart, as if in an instant, a clear line had been drawn between her and the distinction between high and low.

At this moment, Liao Mengyao hated that there was no Qiao Mingzhu's blood on her body. She hated Tang Yaoyao so much that she squinted her eyes coldly: "No, dad asked me to come back. I am his and mom's daughter."

Tang Yaoyao sighed softly with pretense of regret: "Liao Mengyao, you are really ill. No wonder your mother passed this delusion to you."

Mother?

Liao Mengyao looked at her with wide eyes, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. She tried to stay calm as much as possible, but there was a voice screaming in her heart.

Her surname is Fu, not Liao.

She was the rich daughter of the Fu family, and Tang Yaoyao was just a villain who stole her identity.

If her father wanted to drive her out of the house today, she would definitely kill Tang Yaoyao.

Kill her!

She couldn't have anything about the Fu family, and Tang Yaoyao didn't deserve it even more.

Liao Mengyao's originally pretty eyes turned red, and she could only clenched her fists to control her limbs.

At this time, I heard messy footsteps again, more than one person.

Tang Yaoyao curled her lips, and her voice was full of ruffianism, but very sweet: "Your parents are here."

Liao Mengyao heard the voice and raised her eyes to look over.

Her eyes seemed to automatically block the people around Fu Jiang, and he was the only one in sight.

His eyes were hot, and the tears he had been holding back burst out. He imitated the surprise he always had when he came home when he was a child. He quickly ran over and called him excitedly: "Dad!"

However, before he could get close, Fu Ziyi blocked her way, grabbed her shoulders, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Miss Liao, you have severed ties with my Fu family. Please respect yourself."

After saying this, Liao Mengyao looked at Fu Jiang with pain in her eyes, biting her lower lip pitifully.