Sun Heya herself was in terrible pain.

At this time, I couldn't fight again, so I could only call Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan had already arrived at the parking lot at this time.

As soon as I parked the car, I heard Sun Heya crying and said, "Mom, Wen Ling, she pushed all your garden, and all the flowers died." ”

Jiang Lan sighed in her heart, and in the next second, the anger went to the sky.

In Jiang Lan's opinion, he is just an inferior person who can't be on the stage from a small family, and he dares to touch his own things.

Jiang Lan was so angry that her high heels clattered, and she almost hurried all the way back to her home and rushed straight to the backyard.

Then I saw that most of the backyard had been pushed.

"Wen Ling, you little slut." Jiang Lan was so angry that she went directly to Wen Ling's side.

rushed over, didn't look at anything carefully, and shook his hand to lose Wen Ling's slap.

"Jiang Lan." As a result, at this time, Sun Chengyi was beside him and drank coldly.

Jiang Lan is no stranger to this voice.

When she hadn't entered the gate of Sun's house, she often listened to this voice, and then educated Sun Chenger.

is this person, defeat him, her Cheng'er is the eldest young master of the Sun family.

Sun Chengyi had an accidental car accident, and their mother and son finally got a chance.

The drug has not yet been approved abroad, and it will not be approved in a short time.

Therefore, when it is used on Sun Chengyi, no one will find the problem.

And this medicine hurts the nerves so badly, after a long time, Sun Chengyi will not live to be thirty years old.

When she officially moved into Sun's house, Jiang Lan was proud in her heart.

So, you see, no matter how powerful you are, what can you do?

Isn't it still Mrs. Sun, who has the last laugh with her mistress?

Jiang Lan almost forgot what Sun Chengyi's voice was.

However, at this time, the voice came into Jiang Lan's ears so clearly.

Jiang Lan.

The two words that were cold as if they were mixed with some kind of frost and snow made Jiang Lan's hand pause in midair.

"In this family, it's not your turn to do anything to my wife." Sun Chengyi sat next to him, flipping through the book and slowly speaking.

The condensed voice, with great pressure, crushed Jiang Lan's last bit of courage little by little.

The hand raised in the air finally fell silently.

In the next second, Jiang Lan adjusted her expression and turned her head to look at Sun Chengyi: "Chengyi, I'm not angry, you know, I finally planted some flowers, Wen Ling, this girl is too ignorant, no matter what, you have to say hello to me, I ......"

If it was in the past, Jiang Lan might not have taken Sun Chengyi in his eyes.

After all, this is a dying man, what are you afraid of?

However, last night, I was just trained by Mr. Sun, and I also picked up the last bit of shame cloth for her.

She said that it was Mrs. Sun, but in fact she was just Mr. Sun's mistress who temporarily lived in Sun's house through her son.

Because of this, Jiang Lan now doesn't dare to be too domineering, for fear that it will reach the ears of Old Man Sun.

At this time, she seemed gentle to Sun Chengyi, but in fact, she still wanted to put her elder's score.

As a result, Sun Chengyi didn't eat this set at all.

If you didn't eat it in your last life, you won't eat it in this life.

"Heh, Wen Ling, as the eldest and youngest grandmother of the Sun family, has the right to deal with the Sun family's things, including how to take care of the back garden, and you ......" Sun Chengyi said this, and glanced up at Jiang Lan.

When the four eyes met, Jiang Lan saw disdain and contempt in those cold eyes.

"It's just a mistress raised by the Sun family with money, and it's also worthy?" Sun Chengyi quickly retracted his gaze, the rhythm of flipping through the book in his hand did not change, and his voice was cold, straight to the heart.