Although Zhang Haotian has always been indifferent to Zhang Xiao for so many years, in fact, he has always felt indebted to his daughter in his heart, and privately told Ling Hongyu that he will distribute half of the Zhang family's property to Zhang Xiao in the future. As for Ling Hongyu's three sons, Yi Xiujie belonged to her ex-husband, so it doesn't matter. Her two youngest sons were born to Zhang Haotian, but they can only share half of the property of Zhang's family, which is less than Zhang Xiao.

Ling Hongyu would not be willing.

She thought that she broke up with Zhang Haotian because Zhang's parents liked Zhang Xiao's mother more. Even though Zhang Xiao's mother was inferior to her in all aspects, they still forced Zhang Haotian to break up with her.

Although she is still the wife of Zhang's family now, she has a lot of jealousy and resentment towards Zhang Xiao's mother. Therefore, she didn't want to see Zhang Xiao, and she didn't want Zhang Xiao to share the Zhang family's property.

Ling Hongyu knew that the Ning family hated the Zhang family. I also know that once Zhang Xiao is married into the Ning family, Ning Zhiyuan, who hates Zhang Haotian so much, will transfer all his hatred to Zhang Xiao. A man like Ning Zhiyuan who holds power and power, is ruthless and hot, wants to die It's easy to eat alone. Ling Hongyu wanted to use Ning Zhiyuan's hand to take Zhang Xiao's life. As long as Zhang Xiao died, all the properties of the Zhang family would be inherited by her son.

"Mom, I advise you not to interfere with Zhang Xiao's marriage, and don't provoke her in front of her uncle. Zhang Xiao is a good girl and should have a good man to love her." Yi Xiujie reminded his mother not to provoke Zhang Haotian. Really pushed Zhang Xiao into the fire pit of the Ning family.

Ning Zhiyuan's attitude towards Zhang Xiao is even worse than Mu Chen's. Yi Xiujie saw it yesterday, if he sent the two of them together, he couldn't even imagine what kind of life Zhang Xiao would lead.

"Xiu Jie, is mom like that? Look at what you say, it looks like mom is a vicious woman. Your uncle has nothing to say about how kind mom is to Zhang Xiao." Ling Hongyu opened her eyes and said nonsense. "Xiu Jie, you haven't answered Mom yet. Have you contacted Zhang Xiao? Where is she now?"

Yi Xiujie took the breakfast his mother had packed for him, and replied coldly: "No. Mom, I'm going to work first, and I won't be back for lunch or dinner, so you don't have to wait for me." He turned around and went Walk.

Ling Hongyu followed him and sent him out, still urging: "Drive carefully, and send me a message when you arrive at the company to let me know that you arrived safely. Also, try to find Zhang Xiao, and you found it." Just let her go home and say we all miss her."

Yi Xiujie hummed.

No wonder he would let Zhang Xiao go home.

His mother already had such thoughts, he wanted to protect Zhang Xiao, and he couldn't let his mother and Aunt Yi Xue marry Zhang Xiao to Ning Zhiyuan.

Ling Hongyu watched her eldest son leave, her eyes gradually turned cold. The eldest son was very kind to Zhang Xiao and tried his best to protect her. The eldest son would not follow her words. Zhang Xiao, if she wants to get it back, she has to start with Zhang Haotian.

Yi Xiujie's car was out of sight, so Ling Hongyu turned back to the house. Zhang Haotian just came downstairs, she immediately walked forward with a smile, and said softly and considerately: "Haotian, why don't you sleep more, it's still early. Xiu Jie has already gone to work, you can come back later company's."

While fastening the buttons on his sleeves, Zhang Haotian replied, "I have a very important meeting at 9:30 in the morning, so I can't delay it." While he was talking, people followed him into the restaurant. "Xiu Jie went to work? Didn't he just come downstairs?"

Ling Hongyu went into the kitchen to help him bring out his breakfast, put it in front of him, then sat down beside him, and replied: "Xiu Jie didn't eat breakfast, so I just let me help him dress up."

Zhang Haotian hummed.

"Haotian."

Ling Hongyu cried out warmly.

Zhang Haotian looked up at her and asked her, "What's the matter? Do you want to tell me something?"

Ling Hongyu smiled: "Your eyes are sharp, and you can't hide anything from you. Haotian, Xiao'er...are you really going to look for her? It's been so many years, and your anger can't be dissipated anymore. Why are you competing with your daughter, go and get Xiao'er back."

When mentioning the only daughter, Zhang Haotian's face was a bit ugly, and he snorted coldly: "She doesn't even know to come back to see me as a daughter. Do you want me to look for her as a father?"

"Why are you arguing with Xiao'er? Is it interesting for father and daughter to be deadlocked like this? Get Xiao'er back." Ling Hongyu persuaded her husband softly. Although Zhang Xiao had left Zhang's house for nine years, Zhang Haotian had never looked for her. She, but as long as he wants to find it, he can still find his daughter.

As long as Zhang Xiao comes back, she can introduce Zhang Xiao to Ning Zhiyuan.

"Why do you get it back? Are you mad at me when you get it back? You treat her like your own daughter. What's her attitude towards you? If she loves to be outside, just leave her outside. I won't look for her!"

Ling Hongyu refuted his words: "You are stubborn, but you still have Xiao'er in your heart. Why do you often look at Xiao'er's face? I don't care how Xiaoer treats me, as long as you father and daughter Just stop quarreling." Ling Hongyu acted magnanimously, which made Zhang Haotian cherish her even more.

Zhang Haotian, who was told by his wife, softened his attitude and let out a long sigh: "Even if I think about her, so what? She hates me, hates you, and hates us for indirectly killing her mother. Since she was five years old At first, she looked at me with resentment. I didn't want to neglect her, but I was afraid of facing her resentment eyes. I am her father..."

"It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, Xiaoer wouldn't hate you." Ling Hongyu lowered her eyes apologetically.

Zhang Haotian put down the knife and fork, held her hand, and comforted her: "Hongyu, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself, this matter has nothing to do with you. You have taken care of Xiao'er for more than ten years, Xiao'er is grateful , I still hate you, Xiao is too ignorant."

"Haotian, let's go and find Xiao'er. Xiao'er will be twenty-seven this year. When she matures, she will no longer be as superficial as she used to think about things. She will slowly forgive you. It's father and daughter. , I can’t live like this for the rest of my life. Besides, Xiao’er is always outside, what if someone bullies her?”

"With Xiu Jie here, she will be fine."

Zhang Haotian responded casually.

Ling Hongyu sensed that there was something in his words, and quickly asked, "Does Xiu Jie know where Xiao'er is?"

Zhang Haotian hummed, "I asked Xiu Jie to protect Xiao'er all the time, so she will be fine."

"So you know where Xiao'er is?" Ling Hongyu complained slightly: "No wonder you haven't looked for Xiao'er all this time, so you know where Xiao'er is, you and Xiu Jie are really too, why hide it? It made me worry about Xiaoer all the time."

Zhang Haotian smiled, "She wants to live an ordinary life and be self-reliant, let her go, as long as she is happy."

"Ordinary life? Where is Xiao'er? Is she doing well? Is she in love?" Ling Hongyu asked with concern.

Zhang Haotian shook his head, "No."

"Haotian, Xiao'er is already twenty-seven years old, it's time to fall in love. This woman will grow old very quickly after her twenty-five-year-old puberty."

Zhang Haotian thought for a while, and felt that what his wife said made sense. The daughter is twenty-seven years old. Although she has a bad relationship with him, she is his daughter after all. It's his daughter, and he will help her find a well-matched husband's family. But looking at the entire T city, there are not many young talents who catch his eyes.

In fact, he likes his stepson Yi Xiujie very much, and hopes that Yi Xiujie and his daughter will get together.