The courtyard echoed with Wen Qiao's words for a long time, and Mrs. Cheng didn't know if it was because Wen Qiao happened to be in her mind or for other reasons, so she didn't open her mouth to refute this time.

Mrs. Cheng didn't speak, Wen Qiao's heart suddenly felt for a while, and his narrow and thick black sword eyebrows moved downward because of the downward skimming of his eyes.

It looked much more serious than frowning, and she didn't get an answer from Mrs. Cheng, but her reaction had already explained to Wen Qiao what she really thought in her heart.

Wen Qiao shook his head, laughed silently, and seemed to mumble to himself: "So that's really the case."

Mrs. Cheng, who was standing opposite Wen Qiao, opened her mouth helplessly, she wanted to explain, "I did all this for your own good!" What will happen if you marry Xue Qing, is she no match for Zhao Qingyan in terms of family background or appearance?"

Wen Qiao frowned, and his face became more and more gloomy.

He looked at Mrs. Cheng coldly, and saw that Mrs. Cheng was panicked, but in this situation, Wen Qiao has come, and since she chose to do it, it is better to stick to it today.

Anyway, Wen Qiao now hates her biological mother because of Zhao Qingyan's matter.

She was also afraid that Wen Qiao would really be angry with herself, but Wen Qiao was always her own, and no matter how big the gap between the mother and son was, it could be eliminated over time.

The most important thing at the moment is to drive Zhao Qingyan away first, and it is a big deal to let Wen Qiao and Wang Xueqing live a stable life.

As for whether Wen Qiao hated her or not, she didn't think it was necessary.

After all, there is a mother and son in the world who can really turn against each other, there is a deep blood bond between them, and no matter how they escape, they can't escape.

"Mother," Wen Qiao suddenly shouted, "will you never care about my feelings?" Do you have to force me?"

Mrs. Cheng was so angry that she stomped her feet and said angrily: "How can I force you, as long as you divorce her!" I won't care what you want to do in the future!"

It is absolutely impossible for Wen Qiao to agree to this matter, and after listening to Mrs. Cheng's words, he had mixed emotions in his heart for a while.

On the one hand, he is his biological mother, and on the other hand, he is the woman he loves the most, no matter which side he chooses, he will not be at ease.

The so-called dilemma is believed to be nothing more difficult than this. Wen Qiao was angry and angry at the same time, Mrs. Cheng obviously forced him to make a choice again, but it was impossible for him to choose to give up Zhao Qingyan.

But Mrs. Cheng's side also made it more difficult for him.

Wen Qiao felt that his heart had been torn in half by Mrs. Cheng today, and endured the throbbing pain in his heart for a while, Wen Qiao could only choose to avoid talking about this issue, and instead persuaded him: "What time is it now, how can you still listen to the words of these Taoist priests?"

Mrs. Cheng paused, naturally she would not confess all the words that these Taoist priests said, "She is a disaster, is it wrong for me to let her go!" Wen Qiao! You have to remember that I am your own mother, will I still harm you, you will listen to your mother this time, let her go!"

Wen Qiao's scalp jumped suddenly, and his brain was even more chaotic, "Enough!"

He suddenly roared, raised his eyes and glared at Mrs. Cheng, and said, "Take your people away, don't let me know that you came to Zhao Qingyan again!"

Aunt Zhang and the others all looked at Mrs. Cheng at this time, waiting for her instructions, and then they left with Mrs. Cheng.

In front of so many people, Mrs. Cheng's own biological son didn't give her half face, and she felt more and more that Zhao Qingyan was a vixen, who fascinated her son, and now she is still working against herself.

She was about to be burned by the anger she was born, and she looked at Wen Qiao hatefully, and she couldn't care about any shamelessness now, "I'm your mother!"

She was so angry that she stomped her foot on the ground again, and said angrily: "If you don't let her go today, you're going to force me to death!"

Mrs. Cheng, who originally maintained her face and dignity, no longer existed, and she suddenly became more like a passerby scolding others on the street, regardless of etiquette and shame.

"I have worked hard to raise you for so many years, but I didn't expect that now you are forcing you to die for a woman, and you are your biological mother!"

"Wen Qiao!" Mrs. Cheng shouted with a crying voice: "Do you still have a conscience!"

Wen Qiao was already burned with anger, and he vaguely felt that he had a feeling of high heat all over his body, because of Mrs. Cheng's unreasonable words, a sour feeling arose in his throat.

He said helplessly: "I didn't force you, mother, why did you listen to these Taoist priests?"

The three of Yun Qizi, who were named, all consciously retreated, trying to be invisible in this chaotic scene.

They were all about to get paid to do things, and now they saw that the anger was about to be transferred to them.

Ju Yi and Ju Shan secretly glanced at each other, and they both read what they thought was interesting from each other's eyes.

As a Taoist priest with rich experience in the rivers and lakes for many years, Yun Qizi immediately stood up.

He straightened his Taoist robe with some momentum, and his eyes shifted from Wen Qiao's body to his employer Mrs. Cheng this time and said: "Mrs. Cheng, since the poor Dao is not willing to believe it, then the poor Dao is not here to hinder the eyes."

He has a good plan in his heart, as long as he picks up the plane and leaves now, then he will have nothing to do with the next trouble.

"Okay." Mrs. Cheng said, raising her feet and wanting to walk to Yun Qizi's side.

"What a walk!" Wen Qiao opened his mouth coldly, his eyes firmly grasped Yun Qizi, and said: "Since the Dao Leader is here, he has said so many inexplicable words, and he hasn't explained it clearly, if you leave, who will we talk to later?"

Wen Zichen suddenly ran out from Zhao Qingyan's side, he ran to Mrs. Cheng, this time because of Wen Qiao's presence, he no longer had to worry about being arrested by Mrs. Cheng.

He reached out and grabbed Mrs. Cheng's sleeve, gently shook it and pleaded in a pitiful voice: "Grandma, you just spare my mother, she is very good, do you want to let her go."

Mrs. Cheng was stunned in disbelief, and after reacting, she shook off Wen Zichen's hand that was holding her sleeve and asked, "What do you mean to spare your mother!" What am I doing with her! You kid can't speak, it's really good that you haven't learned a little from your mother, this woman!"

"Mother!" Wen Zichen cried out with his mouth open without warning.

Seeing this move, Mrs. Cheng took a few steps back in fear, pointed at him and said, "Why are you suddenly crying this child, I didn't do anything to you!"

Now Wen Qiao already has a big opinion about her, if she adds a Wen Zichen, she is afraid that she will really not be able to cope with it.

"Wen Zichen," Wen Qiao called him by name, "You come here." ”

Wen Zichen nodded with tears in his eyes, and then walked in front of Wen Qiao while wiping his tears with his sleeve.

A thing that should have been simple has become difficult because of Wen Qiao's appearance. Mrs. Cheng gritted her teeth, and gradually regretted it a little in her heart.