"Master, are you back...... ~" Zhao Xiaoqin called out coquettishly and enthusiastically, her voice was not meticulous, and it was not good, so this call was pinched by her throat, quite pretentious, the key is that she is in her forties, and she doesn't look young, and she is inexplicably a little chilling, but she obviously doesn't know it, and she doesn't have the sense of etiquette, righteousness and shame of a married man, as soon as this person gets old, his face is more and more thick like a city wall.

Suddenly, she felt a line of sight, and the next second she met Xia Wantang's eyes, Zhao Xiaoqin's body immediately stiffened, her eyes fell on Xia Wantang's still young, beautiful classical style, beautiful and picturesque face, chest blocked, and she couldn't help but feel a little jealous in her heart......

The previous self-confidence has also been reduced by half.

She is no different from the mud on the ground and the bright moon on the horizon than Xia Wantang, and she is not qualified at all......

You say that the same woman, the same forty years old, why is the gap so big?

Zhao Xiaoqin pursed her lower lip slightly, and shouted, "...... Madam. This lady felt very uncomfortable, and Zhao Xiaoqin was a little sad and aggrieved.

She looked at Li Chu, who was also at the door, but she didn't recognize the person, and when she looked at each other, she pulled her lips and smiled as a greeting, but because of the influence of the previous sentence "Mrs.", this smile couldn't help but be a little reluctant.

Several people stood very close, their appearance was so high that they were off the charts, and they also had a great visual impact on the visuals, which was a luxurious visual feast, and Zhao Xiaoqin began to feel a little embarrassed and uneasy, because her existence was out of place.

Suddenly, she was attracted by a crushing cry, which was so familiar that she panicked when she heard it.

Zhao Xiaoqin couldn't help but peek into the room, and vaguely saw the embarrassed people on the ground.

Although she didn't see her face clearly, she was familiar with Zhao Xiaoqin, who was dressed, wasn't this her daughter Lai Shiyan!! Wanshulou

Zhao Xiaoqin didn't care about anything immediately, and rushed in directly past a few people, shouting in a panic: "Poetry ......" The word "poetry" immediately changed her words as soon as it came out, "Yanyan!" Yeon-yeon, what's wrong with you! When she was in the countryside, Zhao Xiaoqin was used to calling her daughter poetry, but not in Lijiabao, the old lady didn't like it.

Although the old lady dotes on Shiyan and loves her for the house, once she touches the dispute over the title, it is like stepping on her bottom line.

The old lady is uncertain, and she is ruthless when she turns her face.

Zhao Xiaoqin still remembers that the old lady knocked on the cane and spoke sharply, her eyes that had always been cloudy became extremely sharp, her face was stern and solemn, and her tone was extremely stubborn, saying that Shishi was not her granddaughter, Yanyan was!!

suffered a loss at this point, Zhao Xiaoqin rarely called her daughter Shishi, anyway, whether she is called Shishi or Yanyan, they are all her daughters, they are the same person, why should she anger the old lady because of her quick mouth?

It's just not worth the cost.

You must know that now in Lijiabao, the old lady is their biggest support, followed by the eldest lady of the Li family.

Zhao Xiaoqin hurriedly walked over and squatted down and half-helped the person on the ground up.

Lai Shiyan seemed to know who the people around her were by sense, and after removing the hands that were tightly covering her face, she cried as if she was venting, her voice was hoarse and dry, full of resentment and grievances.

Seeing Lai Shiyan's red face like paint, Zhao Xiaoqin was startled,......

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