Don't talk about Aunt Yu, Old Madam Fang's face is not very good-looking. This Wei's is now getting thicker.

Xia Qingtong looked at Aunt Yu's changed face and almost applauded Wei's.

Well said, well said.

If you don't leave, let's talk about it later, and now it's good to be angry with Aunt Yu.

Aunt Yu's face changed a few times, staring at Wei's face, hating and jealous.

She could have been a wife, but because of Wei's interference, she was reduced to a concubine. Her sons and daughters have become concubines.

Be. Of course, she can also put the two children in Wei's name.

But when she thought that her child would recognize another woman as a mother, she couldn't stand it even more.

Aunt Yu's nails pinched into her palm: "Madam, aren't you afraid that Master Hou will be unhappy?" ”

"What does it have to do with me that he's not happy?" Wei's face was taken for granted. This is her nature: "He never cares if I'm happy or not, why should I care if he's happy or not?" ”

Aunt Yu: ......

Mrs. Fang: ......

[Hahahaha. The anchor's mother is mighty. I feel like I'm letting myself go. 】

[Good job. Why should we care about the feelings of scumbags and? 】

[Hahahaha, the woman's face is red with anger. Looking at it this way, it's really relieving. 】

The corners of Xia Qingtong's mouth curled uncontrollably.

That's the nature of Webster, right?

Old Madam Fang: "You, do you still have the consciousness of being a wife?" You-"

"Mother."

Xia Zhongyuan's voice suddenly sounded, he didn't know when he came, and he walked into the main hall.

Seeing him coming, Aunt Yu looked as if she had seen a savior.

"Master Hou, look at Madame, she-"

Aunt Yu didn't finish her complaint later, and she sensitively noticed that Xia Zhongyuan's expression was not quite right.

Because he was staring at Wei with burning eyes at this time. Aunt Yu's heart felt like a storm for a while, a very terrible thought flashed, and she suddenly couldn't stand still.

Not only her, but Old Madam Fang also realized that something was wrong.

The son looked at Wei's eyes-

Xia Zhongyuan didn't expect to hear Wei say such things. He couldn't help but start to reflect, did he really not care about Wei's feelings?

"Zhong Yuan." When Mrs. Fang found that her son's eyes had been falling on Wei's body, she became even more and more bad: "This woman is unfilial to her elders and disrespectful to her husband. I want you to write a letter of divorce now, and divorce her. ”

There was a little coldness in Wei's eyes: "The old lady doesn't have to rush to say that the Hou Ye will write a letter of resignation, I came today, but I didn't come to ask for peace." Instead, I have something to find Aunt Yu. ”

Aunt Yu's heart struck, not sure if Wei knew about those things, and even more unsure if Wei was in danger yesterday.

But her tone like this—

"What are you looking for Mercy to do?"

Frost? Xia Qingtong didn't react for the first time, Yu Lianshuang was Aunt Yu's name. Tut. The name—

[Frost? I threw up, and I remembered that little white flower in Grandma Joan's pen. 】

[Does the name of the little white flower like to bring frost? ] 】

[How does it hurt if you don't have frost?] Hahahaha. 】

[Please don't attack indiscriminately upstairs, there is frost in my name.] What do you want? 】

Listening to the joyful barrage in her mind, Xia Qingtong wanted to say that she actually thought the same way.

Wei's lips pursed into a straight line, pity the frost, pity the frost, don't you want to pity this frost flower?

For so many years, how many times have you heard him call his name so gently?

After getting married, he opened his mouth to be Wei's, and when his attitude was better, he just called Mrs.

It's really different.

Wei, who had already wanted to open it, suppressed the trace of yin owl, and looked coldly at Aunt Yu who was about to speak, when a mother-in-law suddenly rushed in outside.

"No, it's not good." The woman's face was very bad, and when she entered the door, she almost tripped and fell, and as soon as she came in, she fell to her knees: "Old, old lady, Hou Ye, outside, yes, official." ”