Bringing the system to eat melons in the era text

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As for the matter of giving up the job, that was also discussed behind closed doors at home, and Zhou Jiahe hadn't agreed yet.

The whole county knew about her mother's affairs. If he forced Zhou Jiahe to give up the job and made a scene in front of the leaders, he would not end up well.

Zhou Guohua didn't want Zhou Jiahe to continue, nor did he let Wu Xiuxiu say anything. Family matters should be solved behind closed doors. He now felt that everyone looked at him as if they were laughing at him.

"Jiahe, come in."

Zhou Jiahe just covered his arms and hid behind his neighbors, looking extremely scared.

Lin Aifang also persuaded him. She wanted Zhou Jiahe's job, but since this matter didn't work out, she naturally couldn't say it in front of others.

"Jiahe, there is no overnight hatred between father and daughter. It's Xiuxiu's fault," she said, turning to Wu Xiuxiu and saying, "You damn girl, why don't you apologize to Jiahe as soon as possible."

Lin Aifang stretched out her hand and pinched Wu Xiuxiu's arm, which made her feel very distressed. She had never touched a finger of a lady since she was a child, and she put this account on Zhou Jiahe.

There is still some time before graduation, and there will always be a way to make her give up her job willingly.

Wu Xiuxiu was naturally reluctant, but her mother looked at her and winked at her, so she could only apologize to Zhou Jiahe reluctantly.

"You are my sister after all. Although we are not born from the same parents, we are still a family." Zhou Jiahe said that she forgave her, but Wu Xiuxiu was so angry.

She looked at her with eyes that seemed to stab her.

How could the onlookers not see that with a stepmother, the biological father also became a stepfather, and he could love other people's children.

They also knew that Zhou Jiahe must be wronged at home, but at most they could only say a few words to help her. After all, this was someone else's family affair.

Fortunately, she would graduate from the second year of high school soon, and then she could go to work in the factory.

As Zhou Jiahe entered the house, the onlookers went back to do their own things.

Zhou Guohua pointed at Zhou Jiahe angrily and said, "Why did you run out? Don't you think you are embarrassed enough?"

"You don't care about your own daughter, but you care about other people's daughters. You don't think it's embarrassing, so who should I be embarrassed about?"

"You dare to talk back?" Zhou Guohua raised his hand and was about to slap Zhou Jiahe.

"Come on, hit me here, hit me harder, and when you're done, I'll run to the factory leader's house and cry. Come on, hit me!" Zhou Jiahe was not afraid, and took the initiative to go over.

Her action confused Zhou Guohua. He held his hand up for a long time without letting it fall, and his face turned red.

"Guohua, talk to the child properly if you have something to say." Lin Aifang came over and pressed Zhou Guohua's hand down, giving him a step down.

After persuading Zhou Guohua, he turned to persuade her, "Jiahe, your father is already tired enough from work during the day, you should also know something, don't always make your father angry."

"Auntie Lin, if you ask me, you care about me more than my father. After all, all the bad things I said to him were said by you and your daughter. Everyone here is yours, so don't say those disgusting words. If you really feel bored, take Wu Xiuxiu out to cook."