Aunt Song usually has a lot of strength, and she didn't put Hongxuan's slender arm in her eyes at all, she struggled hard, wanting to pull her arm out. But I didn't expect that my arm was grabbed in my hand without moving.

She immediately became angry, her face flushed, her eyes widened, and she shouted viciously: "Let go! You are a little, prostitute, and woman who has a mother and has no mother's education, hurry up and let go of the old lady! You shameless thing, let go quickly!"

"This girl, let go quickly! The little master is crying!" Hearing the noise here, Aunt Liu and Xiaojuan's mother and daughter hurried over. Seeing that Hongxuan was holding Aunt Song's arm tightly, making Aunt Song unable to move, she couldn't help but come up and persuade her.

Hongxuan has come to Xue's house many times, and she is naturally familiar with Aunt Liu. She glanced at her lightly and whispered, "Madame is inside!"

Aunt Liu frowned, her lips squirmed, and she was about to speak. I heard Aunt Song next to her scolding: "You shameless little *slut* bastard, let it go quickly." Madame is a fart?!The little master cried for so long and didn't coax him. She struggled as she spoke, sweating profusely for a while.

Aunt Liu watched the two arguing, sighed anxiously, bypassed the two and walked inside, muttering, "It's really ignorant, the little master's voice should cry hoarse in a while." This was obviously said to Hongxuan, alluding to Hongxuan's nosy.

Looking at Aunt Liu's figure walking towards the house, Aunt Song snorted, "You shameless, let go of me quickly!"

"Yo, Aunt Song is so majestic!" A soft voice sounded, and Qinghe appeared at the door with the child in her arms, "Since you all know that the little master is crying so much, why is she still yelling and making noise at this time?"

Hongxuan saw that Qinghe came out with Xiaobao in her arms, but her girl didn't follow her at all. He frowned suspiciously, and saw a pair of plain hands playing with the teacup in his hand in the room. In the blink of an eye, I saw Qinghe's determined face, and I understood in my heart that the girl was letting the second girl stand up for herself! Then she let go of Aunt Song's hand, stepped aside, and stood quietly.

"You ······" This pity Aunt Song, just shouted a word, and before she understood what was going on, she sat on the ground. With this unsuspecting fall, Aunt Song felt that her butt * strands had fallen into eight petals. It hurt so much that I inhaled and couldn't move for a while.

As soon as Aunt Liu saw the crying Xiaobao in Qinghe's arms, she stretched out her hand and said, "Madam, let me hug the little master." He called Madame in his mouth, but there was no respect in his tone.

Qinghe dodged her outstretched hand, glanced at her lightly, and asked softly, "Aunt Liu has already arranged the matter over there in the kitchen?"

Aunt Liu's face turned pale, and she was frightened by Qinghe's faint eyes. Then he came back to his senses and said disapprerovingly: "I'll let Xiaojuan watch it!" Hearing the noise here, I didn't feel at ease, so I came over to take a look. ”

Qinghe looked behind her with a smile. Aunt Liu looked back at Xiao Juan standing under the porch, and said with a wry smile: "Oh, I let Xiao Ju look at it! ”

"Hmph!" Qinghe snorted lightly, "It seems that people who don't understand the rules are really not the only ones who don't understand the rules!" Aunt Liu's eyes flashed, and she suddenly had a bad premonition. It's just that Qinghe ignored her and gently patted the child in her arms. Maybe he was tired of crying, Xiaobao sniffed and didn't continue to cry.

Qinghe wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and looked at his watery eyes, and his whole heart melted. She glanced up at the people in the yard, dropped the sentence "Wait here!" and carried the child into the house.

Xiaobao hummed and chirped to Qinghe's chest, Qinghe carried the child into the inner room, fed the child, and put the child on the small bed after falling asleep. He pushed the door and walked out. From beginning to end, Lan Xin didn't speak, and Qinghe didn't talk. The tacit understanding between the two for many years naturally knows what each other thinks, and there is no need to be polite.

It wasn't until Qinghe appeared at the door again that Aunt Song felt a little conscious of her ass. She took a breath and yelled at Hongxuan: "You little prostitute, you fell to death and killed the old lady, when you want to let go, don't you know how to tell the old lady······? By the way, you pay, you have to pay me money, you ······"

"Palm!" Before Aunt Song's words were finished, she listened to Qinghe's deep command. "Huh?!" Xiao Tao's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at her wife. Seeing his wife's slight bow, he knew that he had heard correctly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and rushed to Aunt Song's eyes, and he rounded his arms, "Bang!" and slapped him twice. She has been tired of seeing Aunt Song for a long time, and today she finally got the opportunity.

These two slaps went up, and Aunt Song was suddenly blindfolded. Her eyes widened, and she yelled incredulously: "You shameless thing, why do you hit the old lady? The old lady's face is also what you can beat?"

"Keep beating until she shuts up. Qinghe squinted his eyes and commanded coldly.

"Yes, ma'am!" said Momo, in a crisp voice. Pick up your arms and start to shoot your bow left and right. Xiao Tao originally had martial arts, and his strength was very well controlled. In order to hit a few more times, she deliberately hid her strength. That is, Aunt Song doesn't feel pain now, and after two hours, her face will be swollen into a pig's head.

Sure enough, Aunt Song was not convinced, and shouted, "Why are you beating me, why? I am the one who takes care of the little master, what qualifications do you have to let people beat me?" Naturally, everyone heard that the word "you" refers to Qinghe.

Xiao Tao was on fire now, raised her arm, and fanned her twice, and Aunt Song fell to the ground as soon as her body was crooked. There was a fishy saltiness in the mouth, and there was blood at the corner of the mouth. She gritted her teeth and glared at Xiao Tao, and was about to scold, but found that her whole face was extremely stiff and wooden, as if it was not her own face. Later, I learned that Xiao Tao directly beat the person into facial paralysis.

Aunt Liu looked at the blood stains on the corner of Aunt Song's mouth, raised her eyebrows and said, "This old Song usually does his best, but his mouth is not good." Speak without thinking. Madame, don't worry about her. She said it lightly, her tone was slightly raised, where is the plea, it is simply to accuse Qinghe of ignorance and making a big fuss.

Qinghe didn't pay attention to Aunt Liu, but looked at Aunt Song lying on the ground with cold eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Aunt Song, do you know that you are wrong?"

"I'm going to take care of the little master, what's wrong?" Aunt Song glared at Qinghe viciously, panting in her mouth, the corners of her mouth stiffened, and she said indistinctly.