"Didn't your husband tell you that he was Zhao Han?"

Raising her eyebrows and glancing at the village chief's wife, a trace of sympathy flashed in Xue Miaomiao's eyes, she didn't expect her to be like this, and she was actually used by Zhao Zheng, which was really not ordinary pitiful.

But sympathy is sympathy, but she will not have the slightest soft-heartedness, and she will never allow anyone to destroy her peaceful life.

"Impossible! He's not my Han'er, he's a demon!! ”

As soon as she heard Xue Miaomiao's words, Zhao Mu didn't want to open her mouth to refute, and roared angrily: "You vicious demon, don't try to deceive me, I won't be fooled!" ”

"Oh, if you don't believe me, you can ask your good husband, or ask others, to see if I lied to you?"

With a sneer, Xue Miaomiao raised her eyes to look at Zhao Zheng, and said coldly, she knew too well how to hit with one blow and grasp the key point of the problem.

“…… Husband, husband? ”

Instinctively looked at Zhao Zheng, Zhao's mother spoke expectantly and fearfully.

Zhao Zheng: ......

Unexpectedly, this Xue Miaomiao was really not ordinarily powerful, and he was put in a very awkward position at once.

"Village Chief Zhao, why don't you introduce your wife to my fiancé?"

Seeing that Zhao Zheng didn't speak, Xue Miaomiao chuckled, but a trace of coldness burst out of her dark eyes.

"He is indeed Zhao Han, but now that he has joined the Xue family, he is not a member of our Zhao family."

Cold eyes narrowed slightly, Zhao Zheng patted the back of his wife's hand comfortingly, and said indifferently.

"Impossible!"

Before Xue Miaomiao could speak, Zhao's mother broke out first, her eyes widened in disbelief, she looked at Zhao Zheng with burning eyes, and shook her head again and again: "Husband, are you mistaken?" He's a demon, how could it be our Han'er? ”

Saying this, Zhao's mother trembled with fear, and her face turned pale as paper, "Could it be ...... Has he already harmed my Han'er? No...... How so? It shouldn't be like this! Husband, you ...... Why don't you protect our son? ”

Unconsciously let go of Zhao Zheng's arm, Zhao's mother stepped back step by step, her dark eyes full of sadness and disappointment.

"Listen to me."

He frowned slightly, and a trace of throbbing crossed his heart, fleeting.

"Nope! I don't listen! ”

Shaking her head again and again, Mother Zhao was unusually resolute, and murmured angrily: "I'm going to find Han'er, my poor Han'er, he must be very sad and wants me very much, I can't leave him alone." ”

Almost without half a minute of hesitation, Zhao's mother pushed away the crowd and ran, not even giving Zhao Zheng time to react.

"Village Chief Zhao, is this how you take care of your wife?"

When Zhao Zheng reacted to chase him, Xue Miaomiao didn't mean to let him go, and said indifferently: "Doctor Hua said that the village chief's wife needs to go step by step, don't rush in, it will kill you, you are so impatient to bring her to my house, do you want to cure her, or do you want to kill her?" ”

A good festival should have been happy, but this person is not happy to come to her, then, I'm sorry, she's unhappy, and this person doesn't want to have a happy holiday.

"Of course I wanted to heal her."

His eyes were cold, and Zhao Zheng shouted angrily with a gloomy face: "She is my wife, we have been dependent on each other for nearly twenty years, will I harm her?" ”

"I didn't say that."

The dark eyes flashed with coldness, and the corners of Xue Miaomiao's mouth hooked up a sneer, and she sneered: "I just want to know, why don't you take care of the village chief's wife according to Doctor Hua's medical advice." ”