When a father can say that to his daughter, this father-daughter relationship has completely come to an end.
She was born out of you and pulled her up. The father loves her like a mountain, and uses her daughter's first exchange of money as his own fan money. Such a father is not a man, and he is not worthy of being a man.
Not even worthy of being a father.
Little Milk Tea trembled with anger, and couldn't say a word in anger. Now the situation is out of control. She doesn't know how to deal with it, and she has never faced such a thing.
"Bangbang." At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Who!" Before Xiao Nian Cha's father had time to ask, Xiao Nian Cha suddenly stood up from the ground, opened the door quickly, and saw an anxious and confused face.
All the grievances of Xiao Milk Tea seemed to have found an outlet. She rushed towards An Yang and rushed into An Yang's arms, which might be more at ease.
"Okay, okay, don't cry, what happened?" An Yang slowly slapped Xiao Milk Tea on the back, and at the same time glanced around the room, he probably understood what was going on.
If it was a kidnapping, I am afraid that Xiao Nian Cha has no chance to open the door for himself now, so that man should be Xiao Nian Cha's father or relatives.
An Yang focused his gaze on the man again, and saw that his eyes were sunken and his face was skinny. The bones seemed to be covered with only a piece of skin, his lips were jet-black, and his upper body seemed to have not been washed for a few days. I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt that I was wearing, but the lower body was funny wearing a knee-length panties, a pair of thin straight legs under the panties, the legs were covered with red spots, as if the skin would be broken and splattered with blood.
Seeing An Yang looking at him, Zhang Ming was a little guilty at first, but then saw him holding his daughter in his arms, he immediately understood something, and after two rounds of his eyes, he became confident again.
"Why are you holding my daughter? Could it be that you are her boyfriend? But that's okay. If my daughter follows you, you must have been fucked by you too? I don't want too much of my prospective father-in-law, first take a 5w gift Come to Huahua, how about I'll marry my daughter to you?"
It seems that Zhang Ming obviously regards An Yang as the boyfriend of Little Milk Tea.
"An Yang, ignore him, I—" Little Milk Tea wanted to explain something.
"Hush." An Yang hissed softly, then glanced at the little milk tea, "I can handle this, can you just watch it?"
"Ah-oh." Seeing An Yang said this, Xiao Nian Cha could only respond in a low voice, and then stood behind him to observe the development of the situation.
To be honest, Little Milk Tea really can’t think of anyone I can ask for help. After thinking about it for a long time, I can only think of An Yang. Although it has troubled others very badly, but things have become so bad now, Little Milk Tea doesn’t expect anything, just I hope that this addict will not trouble their mother and daughter again in the future, the little milk tea will be thankful. She is an ordinary girl who never dared to expect a particularly good life. She never used this advantage to seduce men everywhere because of her beauty. Everyone has their own views in life. Some people live for money, some live for fame, and some live for happiness.
You can't say that they are all wrong.
No matter what you live for, you will live for yourself after all, not for yourself—all are dead.
Little Milk Tea's biggest wish is to let her mother spend the last period of her life happily, instead of washing her face with tears all day long. It is not easy for every parent.
Of course, the beast is an exception.
"You sold your daughter for 5w yuan, isn't it a bit too cheap?" An Yang walked straight to Zhang Ming and looked at him with a smile.
Zhang Ming was taken aback for a moment, then he reacted and hurriedly changed his words, "Yes, yes, my daughter is so beautiful, naturally it is more than 5w."
"Well, how about I give you 20w?" An Yang said again.
"An Yang—" Little Milk Tea pulled La An Yang behind An Yang.
"Hush, listen to me." An Yang's voice was soft, but the calm and firmness in the words was very obvious.
"20w!" Zhang Ming's eyes straightened, and his head almost fell off, "Okay, okay, you have seen my daughter too. The voice is so sweet and the figure is so good. No matter what posture or call you call on the bed, Very comfortable, isn't it?"
An Yang's brows frowned unconsciously, even though he didn't look back, he could still feel the body of Little Milk Tea behind him trembling slightly.
Having such a personally exhausted father embarrassed her. I never knew she had such a family before. An Yang also sighed slightly in his heart, and said with a serious face.
"20w, you sell your daughter to me. There is 20w in this bank card, but I'm afraid you will regret it then. Why don't we sign a note?" An Yang still slapped on the ground twice. , Turned out a small notebook and a pen, said slowly.
"Yes, yes, it is necessary to record, everyone is honest, right? After doing this business, you can still make the next one, right?"
"Next? Do you still have a daughter?"
"Oh, no, no, lip-synch, hehe, lip-synch, let's start signing the receipt?" Zhang Ming hastily set up a note, probably saying that he sold his daughter to An Yang for 20w. The note is based on this, no regrets.
An Yang was also very happy to sign, but when Zhang Ming was about to reach out and get the bank card, An Yang took the bank card back into his pocket again.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Ming's smile hardened on his face.
"As the saying goes, how big the seedlings are, how big are the seeds, are you really spending 20w on your daughter these years? Is it worth that number? If you have worked so hard to raise Zhang Yuxin to an adult, you should talk about marriage when it comes time to raise Zhang Yuxin. Regarding the age of marriage, let alone 20w and 200w, I will give it to you. This is what you deserve. After all, it is not easy to raise a child. But you didn’t do this. As a father, you actually said that kind of loss God, do you really deserve to be a father? Why didn't Yuxin and her grandfather shoot you on the wall back then?"
"You—you—you little bastard, we signed the papers, do you dare to turn your face and not admit it?" Zhang Ming trembled, and then remembered that it seemed that he had signed the papers just now.
At the mention of this, An Yang smiled shamelessly.
"Character? What kind of paper is this? It is the paper you agreed to sell your daughter to me for 20w! Is there a national regulation for how much money your daughter can sell when she grows up? Yes, there are marriages all over the country. The custom of how many gifts will be given later, but that’s the custom, the two houses are happy and lively, but what about you? Did I come to marry my wife or watch your family fight? Sell your daughter? Just rush. I can let you sit in the prison with this note! Going big and say that you are human trafficking! It is a big crime to cultivate human trafficking! "Of course, there is no such thing as human trafficking, but it is like Zhang Ming. Such a status as a petty citizen naturally does not know much about the law, and he was afraid of being threatened by An Yang, pointing to his daughter repeatedly.
"Okay! You little bastard! I raised you so big and your fucking elbow turned away, seduce the wild man from the outside to come back and deal with me, right?! You little bitch, you wait for me, I His mother today can (nèng) die if you don't find someone to die, I'm not your father!"