Chapter 1280 Should I Just Bear This?

She was like a waste.

Her stomach growled again. She felt very hungry. The wind began to mess up her hair and blew on her thin clothes.

The whirring sound of the wind would ring in her ears, and she didn't know what it was translated as. .

What was she still expecting?

What was she still waiting for?

Waiting for Lu Qin.

Or waiting for Qin Xiaoyue.

They couldn't possibly stand up for her, they couldn't resist Mr. Lu, and they couldn't risk being driven out to come out to care about her and feel sorry for her.

And she didn't know until this day that the only person in this world who felt sorry for her and felt sorry for her was her mother who was no longer there.

She didn't blame Lu Qin or Qin Xiaoyue.

People are selfish, she understood.

She raised her face and faced the wind at this time, and let the wind dry the moisture on her face. She wiped her face clean with force.

Well, don't cry, it's nothing.

She will only be hungry for a while, yes, only for a while, she can cook noodles for herself, yes, cook the sour soup noodles that the man cooked, no, she shook her head again, she no longer eats sour soup noodles, she wants to eat soup noodles, which must have eggs, fungus, carrots, and potatoes. She can eat noodles first, then drink soup, one bowl is not enough, then two bowls.

Another gust of wind blew, she couldn't help but shivered, and then hugged her arms tightly.

The house was warm, but it was cold outside. She just sat on the ground, like a little fool, like a street child that no one wanted, and more like a puppy abandoned by someone.

With a bang, the door was closed.

Her heart also shrank, but what shrank was infinite grievance.

Could it be that she should suffer this because of her bad background?

Who doesn't want to have a good background, who doesn't want to live uprightly, but some people are born to suffer, just like her, she has no one to rely on, she doesn't have the love of her parents, so she can only do it by herself.

She is not inferior to others, she lives with her own hands. What's wrong with that? She is wrong, wrong, is it because she chose Lu Qin, not because of her identity.

There was a creaking sound, which seemed to be the sound of the car's brakes.

She raised her face and saw a black Hummer parked not far away.

It was a very low-key car, and even the color was dull black. It was obviously a streamlined design, but it was unconsciously a little more angular, so sharp that it almost pierced people.

The car door opened and a man in uniform walked out.

The white formal production looked a little sharp and ignored everything, and it was also very distant.

Yan Huan hugged her knees and lowered her head. She didn't know what she was called, shame, shamelessness, or shame.

Yes, she was shamefully driven out, like a dog here, and they even closed the door and didn't let her in, because her last name was not Lu, and no one recognized her as a member of the Lu family.

Even the man she gave up everything and treated with all her heart and soul didn't say a word to help her, and might not even worry about her.

Maybe they would think.

It's just going out for a while, it's no big deal, anyway, it's not the first time.

Yes, it's not the first time, and of course it won't be the last time. As long as she is here, as long as she is still in this identity, then such things. It will always happen again and again, and she will be driven out again and again, it is her compromise, it is the habit of the Lu family.

And ignoring and indifference again and again is Lu Qin's way of dealing with it.

Unless they let her leave here one day, is it just possible?

Impossible, even she doesn't believe it, how can Qin Xiaoyue do it.

Qin Xiaoyue has been staying here for so many years, even if she doesn't care about her face, she feels at ease living here. How could they be so generous to let Lu Jin's family go? How could they abandon this great house and go out to find other houses?

And they are even dreaming that this house can be divided into half of them in the future.

Maybe in the eyes of others, they are dreaming and fanciful, but they don't think so. Maybe there will be a big earthquake, which will kill Lu Jin's family, and in the future, there will only be the mother and son in the Lu family. Then these houses and these properties will belong to the mother and son.

It's just that there really was an earthquake, but why didn't they die? Yes, why didn't they die? Even if one person died, it would be fine, but they thought so. However, the sky will never be as people wish.

So it must be said that the hearts of Lu Qin and his son had already changed. Yan Huan was glad that she woke up early and did not become like them. Whether it was Lu Qin or Qin Xiaoyue, they were all members of the Lu family, and she, so far, was nothing.

There was already a sound of footsteps in her ears.

Her face felt burning again, and the wind blew on her face, which was indescribably painful. It was as if the skin on her face was pulled apart, and the flesh and blood inside were exposed to the outside, as if it was burned.

The steps stopped beside her, and her head hung even lower.

Then there was the sound of the door opening, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. At this moment, she seemed to be able to hear the sound of the dishes and chopsticks colliding inside. Although she didn't talk when eating or sleeping, some noises were inevitable with so many people around.

She hugged her arms again, and when she turned around, she saw that the door was closed. She regretted why she came out. It would be so good if she didn't come out. At least she was still in her room. Even if she was hungry, she could hug her quilt and sleep on the soft bed.

The door behind her was opened again, and she didn't look back. Anyway, it would be closed soon. No matter how it was opened, no one would let her in in the end. It was just that she didn't understand what she had to do so wronged.

But she had been here for two years, two years, two years of her youth, and everything about her was also here. Tell her, if she wasn't here, then where would she be? If she wasn't here, then where could she go?

The door behind her was never closed again. She could hear the voices of the people inside. No one was talking loudly. Some were asking questions, some were answering, and most of the time, not many people were talking.

The door was closed again, and there was no sound from inside. The wind outside was still cold, so cold that she almost felt numb all over.