No, Xiaoman is not dead.

There seemed to be a voice in his head telling him that Xiaoman was not dead, she was pushed down the attic and fell to her death in the end.

How so?

Jiang Jianjun was soaked in cold sweat and remained motionless.

He didn't understand why he would see images that hadn't happened at all at such an important time, what was wrong with him?

"Dad?"

Jiang Jiayin looked at the person opposite in fear and hurriedly pushed her father.

Jiang Jianjun was pushed to turn his head, and saw that his daughter had a somewhat immature face without fat powder, which made him unable to distinguish for a while which was real with Jiayin's delicate makeup face in her twenties that he saw just now.

But the next moment, Jiang Yi's cold and unwarm gaze made him suddenly withdraw from the frightened picture.

As soon as he looked up, Jiang Jianjun immediately remembered what he was going to do.

Hurriedly gritted his teeth, waved away those pictures vigorously, and wiped his face mixed with blood and sweat, Jiang Jianjun's voice was miserable:

"Xiaoman, Dad knows that you have a grudge in your heart, Dad doesn't make excuses for himself, in the past few years, it was indeed Dad who was busy with work and neglected you, and I didn't expect your mother to be so partial."

"Dad is really scared, I'm afraid that after your Uncle Xu and Uncle Song come over, they will think that I didn't take good care of you, so I want your sister to block it, this is all Dad was confused for a while, and Dad regrets it now when he thinks about it."

"But Xiaoman, do you remember, our father and daughter don't have eggs to eat at home, and you give half of it to Dad immediately after you get it, Dad thought to himself at the time, or Xiaoman knows that he feels sorry for Dad, Xiaoman, have you forgotten all this?"

Jiang Jianjun tried to find more warmth between father and daughter, but found that except for the first egg that Jiang Yi had won at that time, he couldn't think of anything else that could make him say it.

Hearing this, Jiang Yi gently pushed away Uncle Song, who was crying and was about to breathe, and looked at Jiang Jianjun with hatred.

She knew what Jiang Jianjun wanted to do.

It's ridiculous that Jiang Jianjun hasn't given up until now, and wants to use his so-called family affection to impress her, so that she can open her mouth to help him keep the house?

Dream!

She was not surprised that Jiang Jianjun would do such a thing, compared to the stupid and vicious Qian Yulan, Jiang Jianjun was really vicious.

Jiang Yi looked at Jiang Jianjun coldly.

She didn't act like Jiang Jianjun to guide everyone who is good to whom, half an egg or a piece of ribs, the enmity between her and Jiang Jianjun, and the enmity between Jiang Jiayin and Qian Yulan has never been partial, nor is it a few more bites or a few bites.

From a long time ago, their enmity was undying.

Jiang Yi didn't say a word, passed Jiang Jianjun who was sitting on the ground, and walked directly to the upper room behind him.

"Xiaoman, what are you going to do?" The warmth on Jiang Jianjun's face didn't have time to deepen further, and he hurriedly shouted as he watched the person leave.

"Xiaoman, you wait for your uncle."

Song Weiguo also quickly wiped his eyes, and followed the child inch by inch, from today onwards, if he Song Weiguo let Xiaoman be bullied by Jiang Jianjun's brute again, he would not be worthy of being a human being.

Jiang Yi entered the upper room, found the scissors on the somewhat messy cabinet, and directly reached out and took them down.

"Xiaoman?"

The people in the courtyard were waiting quietly, not knowing what Jiang Yi was doing when he suddenly went to the upper room.

It wasn't until they saw Jiang Yi come out with scissors in his hand that many people immediately shouted out.

"Xiaoman, put the scissors down, what are you doing with the scissors?" ()

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