Chapter 396: Collapse, despair

She Shengning didn't have that blessing and was the granddaughter of the Su family. In her previous life, she fantasized like a fool that she could become the granddaughter of the Su family. But that is fantasy after all, dreaming. In the face of cruel reality, fragile and pitiful, sad, shameful...
She finally calmed down because she thought about the past, and once again set off a huge wave.
The pains of the previous life have long been engraved on her soul and in her blood. It's okay not to touch it, but just touch it. She couldn't control her desire to explode, collapse...
She hurriedly grabbed Chen Huaying's hand and held it firmly. Want to draw strength and courage from her.
Behind Sheng Ning, Chen Huaying stared at Meng Ping angrily. This shameless stinky bastard. Just now Sheng Ning obviously wanted to hold her hand, but the actually stopped her insidiously. He stretched out his hand to Sheng Ning.
Really
Damn you bastard, I have never seen anyone more shameless than Meng Ping.
"Yes!" Old Su stubbornly shook his head, and pointed his finger at the oil painting on the wall. "Look, if it's not blood related, how could it look like this?"
Those who came in later were startled by the strange atmosphere of Su and the living room at first, and didn't pay attention to the extra oil painting on the wall at all.
When they looked up and saw the person on the painting, even Hailan covered his mouth in surprise.
Meng Ping looked at Sheng Ning, and a light of excitement flashed through his eyes.
Sheng Ning looked up, and the huge portrait oil painting slammed into her eyes and the bottom of her heart with an unstoppable impact.
Her body shook uncontrollably, and Meng Ping held her in time behind her, using her body to half-circle her in his arms. His handsome face was cautiously nervous and expectant.
Sheng Ning looked back blankly and found the handsome face close at hand, only to realize that he had grabbed the wrong hand and pushed Meng Ping away mercilessly.
"Go away." She frowned in disgust.
Meng Ping's face was still cynical, but his heart seemed to be stabbed, bloody.
"What does this painting mean?" Sheng Ning's voice was extremely calm, she just stood proudly, already having the pride and strength of wind and snow.
The appreciation in Su Huaian's eyes is unabashed, even he would be proud of having such an excellent sister.
"It's my grandma!" he replied.
"So?" Sheng Ning asked nonchalantly, "What do you want to tell me?"
"You are my granddaughter." Grandpa Su couldn't stand his granddaughter's indifferent attitude towards him, and declared firmly.
"impossible!"
"How can it be impossible? I said it must be." A voice in the old man's heart always told him that Ningning is his granddaughter, and now the bracelet is the best proof.
"You look so much like your grandma, and your bracelet is your grandma's heirloom."
Sheng Ning stepped past everyone and walked to the oil painting step by step. She could touch it as long as she reached out.
She watched intently, her pupils shrank suddenly.
"Is this painting always available?"
"Yes!" Su Huai'an explained: "This painting has been cherished since my grandma passed away."
Sheng Ning wanted to roar, yell, cry desperately...why, why did it always happen? If it has always been, then her past life is a joke...
"What about the bracelet?" Her heart was a raging fire, but the surface was calm like ice that would never melt.