The Real Daughter Was Cheated By General Lu

  Chapter 40 Panic

   Shizheng flipped a page casually, and the owner of the note was still immature at this time.

  【The first time I cleaned at home, Aunt Zhao asked me that I was the daughter of the family, so I didn’t need to do it, but my mother smiled at me and praised me for being sensible. I am very happy. She will like me soon, right? 】

  Shizheng frowned fiercely. With so many servants at home, when will it be Shihan's turn to clean up?

   Does his political daughter use to clean?

  Shizheng continued to turn a page down with a bad face.

[This is the first time I cook at home. My parents like it very much. My eldest brother asked who made the spicy beef brisket. My mother said that Aunt Zhao made it. I think everyone is very happy. I dare not tell the truth. My mother said Dad and Big Brother don't like girls running around in the kitchen. 】

  …

   Shi Zheng's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he turned back a small half of the thickness.

[Finally, I don’t have to lie to myself anymore. I can understand each of them’s true thoughts. I have been lying to myself since the first time I did housework. I really don’t know why I can endure them for so long. Maybe...they were there before I was five years old. nice to me right? 】

  The subsequent diaries are all about experiments, memories, the structure of the brain's hippocampus, and increasingly panicked handwriting.

  He wanted to see more clearly, but a pair of slender fingers suddenly appeared in his sight.

   Shizheng was taken aback, and saw Shihan's frowning eyebrows at the beginning.

   "This is mine." Shi Han forcefully took the notebook back.

   In fact, she can't remember whether this is her notebook or not.

  But from the whispers of the servants, she knew that this should be her forgotten memory.

  Shi Han guessed that the reason why she would forget her diary may be that as time went by, the content in this notebook became more and more important to her, and her brain gradually began to delete this part of the memory.

   "What's written on it..." Shi Zheng seemed to have choked on a ball of cotton in his throat.

  He turned only a small part, but every page shocked him.

  It turns out that the snacks that are placed in his bedroom every day are specially made by Shi Han after school.

  Bai Wanjun also has a bad stomach, and she insists on delivering milk every day to nourish her stomach.

   Shizheng’s favorite spicy beef brisket is not made by Aunt Zhao.

   No wonder Aunt Zhao resigned after Shi Han left, and the spicy beef brisket on the table no longer had the original taste.

  Shi Han didn't know if it contained the things in the laboratory, "It's none of your business, you'd better forget what was written on it."

   "Why didn't you say it?" Shizheng asked.

   "What did you say?" Shi Han's face became even colder, "You'd better forget everything you saw, and I will cooperate with you in acting in front of grandpa in the future, so you don't have to pretend to be in front of me."

   "I..." Shi Zheng suddenly didn't know what to say. Only then did he suddenly realize that he actually cared very little about his biological daughter.

  He knows what Shi Yin likes to eat, but he doesn't know what Shi Han likes to eat.

  When he saw beautiful jewelry, he would buy it for Shi Yin, but most of the time he couldn't think of Shi Han.

  When he mentioned Shi Han, he would think of such words as rustic, unable to get on the stage, spoiled and self-willed, ignorant, and shameful.

   Shizheng was a little flustered, so he found an excuse and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

  Shi Han looked at Shi Zheng strangely, but her heart arose. She anxiously wanted to confirm what was written in the notebook, "I've already eaten, you can do whatever you want."

  She turned around and walked towards the guest room. As soon as she entered the room, she locked the door and opened the notebook.

   The first page is a photo of an old man.

  The old man's hair was all white, combed neatly behind his head, smiling kindly.

   "Grandma."

  Shi Han's eyes were wet, she had long since lost her grandmother's appearance.

   In the past, in order to prevent herself from forgetting, she not only posted photos, but also wrote a lot of grandma's life beside it.

  (end of this chapter)