At this time, a woman with a blue nose and swollen face, messy hair, and tattered clothes crawled over!

She climbed to Aunt Jean's knees! At this time, I don't care about the smell I hated just now.

A handful of snot and a handful of tears!

"Woo woo ~ Aunt Qin! I was wrong! You don't care about the villain, forgive the little one, right? "Isn't this the woman who reprimanded Aunt Qin just now? At this time, she was already unrecognizable, and she was beaten by Yun Lan and her speech was indifferent, crying like a crazy woman kneeling and apologizing, where was the domineering at the beginning?

Sure enough, for this kind of person, only fists can speak.

And the people around them were already so frightened that they trembled, and they looked at Yun Lan with frightened eyes.

Emma! This teenager is terrible!

They couldn't bear to look at the scene in that corner just now, and their fists were so strong that even they, the onlookers, felt pain.

Not to mention the person who was beaten?

The woman they knelt on the ground and apologized, was that the big girl next to the eldest lady? Every time, I will come over and be willing to make things difficult for Aunt Qin. I didn't expect it to end so miserably today?

That unrecognizable look, I can't even recognize my mother, right?

It is said that if you don't hit someone in the face, I'm afraid this face is rare.

But compared to their fear, and Aunt Qin was even more frightened and couldn't react, she looked at the woman who knelt down to apologize, her eyes crossed with horror, and she hurriedly bent down, wanting to pull the woman up and remembering that her hands were dirty, so she said incoherently: "You...... No...... I...... Fast...... Get up! ”

But where do women dare to get up? The boy is still watching!

So keep kowtowing: "I was wrong!" I was really wrong! I'm a slut! I'm shameless! ”

The more Aunt Qin listened, the more panicked she became, she looked at the woman on the ground, and then she looked at the young man, and actually knelt down suddenly: "Please, little boy, the old slave is doing well here!" There is no place to hold on to injustice. ”

"Little boy, you let her get up!"

That frightened appearance shocked Wen Qing in the courtyard, and even Yun Lan's eyes crossed a trace of sourness.

She hurriedly stepped forward and helped Aunt Qin up, and there was no flesh in her dry hands.

Looking at Aunt Qin's cautious appearance, Yun Lan knew that if it weren't for the great suffering, she would not have been able to make such a strong and beautiful mother become such a forbearant appearance now.

Her forbearance is not cowardice, but she is afraid that she will be kicked out of the Wen Mansion, and Wen Qing will not be able to find her when she comes back in the future. It is a mother's persistence that supports her, otherwise why would this woman have to suffer so much to stay in this place of jackals, tigers and leopards?

"Aunt Qin, hurry up!" Yun Lan helped Aunt Qin up, and with Aunt Qin's strength, she helped her up, fluttering.

Yun Lan looked at Aunt Qin's appearance as she was about to speak, and smiled at her and said, "Look at who's back?" ”

Aunt Qin was puzzled when she heard this, and then turned her head in the direction that Yun Lan was looking at...

This look shocked her.

The weak-crowned young man in the courtyard was staring at her with sad eyes at this time. Wasn't that familiar face what she had been thinking about?

In an instant, two tears in her eyes overflowed: "Qing'er? ”

She said incredulously.

And Wen Qing looked at Aunt Qin, and the emotions that had been falling apart instantly...

"Mother~"

He Peng knelt down on his knees, and the whole person was already crying.

It wasn't that he didn't step forward just now, but that all the guilt and self-blame that had multiplied in the past three years weighed on him.

Especially when he saw the shock of his mother's current appearance, he was in pain, and his whole body felt like he had been hammered in place by a giant hammer.

That emotion is strongly suppressed, and that kind of grief is by no means describable in words.