Mother and daughter of Bailian are here to "ask for forgiveness"!

There is always a kind of person in this world who has hurt you and has to ask you to forgive them!

When you don't forgive, it's as if you're sorry for them.

This kind of thing, Xiao Qiuci's mother and daughter are quite skillful.

robbed Jiang Huanqing's husband, and came to the door to cry and beg for forgiveness...... Wronged and crying, as if their mother and daughter were the victims!

However, as soon as Yun Hua mentioned the matter of not divorcing, and then mentioned the marriage contract with the Qi family, Xiao Qiuci's mother and daughter changed their faces in an instant!

"Qingqing, I know that you will never forgive me, and I don't have the face to beg your forgiveness. I'm just here to tell you that I really didn't mean to, and I can't help myself......"

Xiao Qiuci wiped her tears and pulled Xiao Ruyue, "Qingqing, I know you're in a bad mood right now, and you don't want to listen to me more." I'll go back with Yueyue first, no matter what, it's me who broke your heart...... Qingqing, I'd rather you beat me and scold me, so that I can feel better. But you're too soft-hearted, you'll only be silently sad yourself......"

"Aunt Xiao!"

Yun Hua suddenly spoke, interrupting Xiao Qiuci's affectionate monologue.

Xiao Qiuci looked at the cloud painting.

Yun Hua stepped forward and smiled at Xiao Qiuci: "Aunt Xiao, can you bend down a little, I can't reach it." ”

Xiao Qiuci looked puzzled, but still looked at Yunhua with a gentle face, and bent down: "Painting, do you have anything to tell Auntie?" I'm really sorry, Auntie never thought of destroying your family, let alone robbing your father......"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Yun Hua slapped Xiao Qiuci three times at a very fast speed, and the force was so great that her hands were numb!

And Xiao Qiuci, who bent down and leaned his head over, was like he was putting his face up to find a fight!

Xiao Qiuci staggered back a few steps abruptly, covering his face, and looked at the cloud painting in disbelief.

Xiao Ruyue next to her was already mad: "What are you doing with Yunhua, how can you beat my mother!" You're crazy, aren't you! ”

Yun Hua smiled and winked at Xiao Qiuci: "Aunt Xiao, didn't you say it yourself?" Beating you and scolding you can make you feel better...... To make you feel better, I did it. Hey, Aunt Xiao, your face is so thick, it hurts my hands! ”

Jiang Huanqing, who saw this scene, was also shocked.

But I have to say, the mood is really refreshing!

But at the same time, Jiang Huanqing felt very guilty, she was too cowardly, and she actually wanted her daughter to give her a head! It must not be like this anymore, it should be her to protect her daughter.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and the sweaty Yun Congjun came in from outside, and he was in a hurry to see it, and his forehead was full of sweat!

As soon as Yun Congjun entered the door, Xiao Ruyue immediately cried aggrievedly: "Uncle Yun...... She was crazy about drawing, she actually slapped my mother...... Whew, my mom's face is swollen...... Show your mother ......."

As soon as he heard that Xiao Qiuci was beaten, Yun Congjun glared instantly, and his face could almost scare a crying child.

Yun Hua looked innocent: "It was Aunt Xiao who asked me to beat her......"

Yun Congjun hurriedly hugged Xiao Qiuci, wanting to take away Xiao Qiuci's hand covering her face and look at her face.

Xiao Qiuci's eyes were red, and tears flowed, but she still reluctantly smiled and said to Yun Congjun: "It's okay to join the army, don't blame the painting, I know she feels uncomfortable, if you slap me a few times, it will make her happy...... I don't care, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. ”

"It's all swollen and it doesn't hurt!" Yun Congjun gritted his teeth in anger.

He turned his head and stabbed his gaze at the cloud painting like a sword.

Jiang Huanqing hurriedly pulled a handful of cloud paintings, pulled the cloud paintings behind her, she stared at Yun Congjun with her head held high, and her momentum was unprecedentedly powerful: "What do you want to do?" I'm telling you, don't even think of touching my fingers again! ”