Chapter 893

Jiang Junwen returned home, and as soon as she put down her luggage, someone told her that Ning Shuyue was targeting Yu Sheng.

After listening carefully to the ins and outs of the matter, she frowned disapprovingly.

This Ning Shuyue is really too ignorant, and my Jiang Junwen's daughter-in-law dares to bully?

Jiang Junwen and Ning Shuyue have always been at odds with each other.

In front of Bailixiong's door, the two concubines were able to maintain a harmonious atmosphere.

But secretly they are actually competing together.

Ning Shuyue's brain is not as good as Jiang Junwen's, and she suffers every time.

This time, taking advantage of Jiang Junwen's absence, he bullied Jiang Ciye's object.

Even if Jiang Junwen didn't like Yu Sheng at first, she was her son's target, how could she be bullied by others?

She slapped the table and got up, and said sharply: "Prepare the car, I want to see what kind of moth she Ning Shuyue dares to make!" ”-

As soon as you enter the temple, you can hear the sound of chanting and smell the smell of incense.

After Yu Sheng looked around, he followed Bai Lixiong forward without squinting.

In the holy land of Buddhism, she didn't hold hands with Jiang Ciye anymore, but just walked side by side.

Qin Shu and Baili Xiyao walked behind the two, and the latter lowered his voice worriedly and asked, "Brother Qin, does Sheng Sheng really know Master Chu Lian?" ”

Qin Shu looked at her sideways, and his gentle voice revealed the magic that could soothe people's hearts, "Well, don't worry. ”

Hearing him say this, Baili Xiyao breathed a sigh of relief.

She nodded, "That's good." ”

Ning Shuyue and a few long-tongued women walked at the back, talking about Yu Sheng's figure in vulgar words.

"If you're not thin, you look like you can't give birth to a son."

"Don't say that you can't give birth to a son, you look at her two feet, I feel that I can't get together."

"Hey, hey, you're really saying that, don't you already play with a lot of people, right?"

"That's a sin ......"

Although the voices of several people were not loud, they could still be heard clearly with Yu Sheng's ears.

She frowned slightly, stopped and turned to look at the group.

The long-tongued women said Zhenghuan, but they didn't expect Yu Sheng to stop.

"Why are you staring at the elders like this?" Ning Shuyue asked unhappily.

The corners of Yu Sheng's lips hooked a sneering arc, and his voice was low and cold: "If you want to die, you can say it directly, and you don't have to chirp crookedly behind your back." ”

"What do you mean by that?" The woman with the gold medal reached out and pointed to her nose and roared.

Yu Sheng said lightly: "It doesn't mean anything, I just tell you that if you don't die, you won't die." ”

"Such a love of nonsense, careful words will be fulfilled in your future daughter-in-law."

Yu Sheng just said this casually at this time, but it really came true in the near future.

"Bah, you dare to curse me?" The woman wearing the gold medal raised her hand and wanted to slap Yu Sheng.

was intercepted in mid-air by Jiang Ciye, and his low and cold voice revealed a thick warning, "I can ignore it this time, and remember to think about the consequences before doing it next time." ”

Facing his black eyes like a bottomless abyss, the woman wearing the gold medal suddenly tightened her heart and withdrew her hand tremblingly.

The eldest grandson of the Baili family seems to be sven, but he is angry and ruthless, and everyone is afraid of it.

She didn't dare provoke him.

The woman wearing the gold medal suddenly regretted agreeing to Ning Shuyue to come over this time.

"Ci Ye, this is my aunt's friend, I hope you can be respectful!" Ning Shuyue reprimanded.

Jiang Ciye shook off his hand and said coldly: "Then please also ask my aunt's friend to take care of his mouth, hands and feet." ”

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Momoda.