In the middle of the night, Lin Qianqian had a high fever and began to talk nonsense, shouting that someone was going to kill her, and no one in the toss slept well.

When the fever finally subsided at dawn, Wu Xiuzhi said with a dark face, "Bacheng is a dead ghost who collided with it, and wait for dawn to find the fifth aunt to call the soul." ”

"Mom, these are feudal superstitions, Qianqian falls into the water, the fright is excessive, and the fever is gone."

"Humph! Don't believe this, recently your daughter-in-law's mind has been outside, and she has been taking leave to run to the city for three days, who knows if she is evil? ”

"Son, don't blame your mother for not speaking well, you have to keep an eye on Qianqian, now your heart is wild, what kind of hotel do you want to build, I will talk about ugly things ahead, you wait for her to lose everything."

Song Wenhao frowned unhappily and said, "Mom, the business hasn't started yet, you just say frustrating words, will it be okay in the future?" ”

As if he met the old lady for the first time, he widened his eyes and said, "You weren't like this before, it's not easy for Qianqian to live in the past few years, how many ups and downs we can go through when we come together." ”

Wu Xiuzhi pouted and said unconvinced, "Why don't you say how sensible your daughter-in-law used to be?" How well-behaved? What has I worried about at home and abroad? ”

"Look at her now, I want to join the army for a while, and I want to open a hotel for a while, Principal Wan has looked for me several times, and asked me to persuade your daughter-in-law not to always ask for leave."

"She is an advanced individual in the county, an exemplary educated youth, and most importantly, she is your daughter-in-law, so it's always like this, isn't it a drag for you?"

"Mom, you're far away, Qianqian has been working hard, she has always been very good, and my future will not be affected by her."

"It's not early, go to bed, I'll make breakfast, you give me a few boxes of American ginseng I brought back, I want to make some porridge for Qianqian in the morning."

Wu Xiuzhi returned to the house angrily and threw the broom pimple used to sweep the kang out of the way.

Old Song Han, who was pretending to sleep, opened his eyes and said in a humming voice, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Humph! Now I finally know what it means to marry a daughter-in-law and forget my mother. ”

"What? Is your son upsetting you again? ”

"That box of American ginseng, I said that I would make wine for the two of us, don't go back to his daughter-in-law to make up for it, just her small physique, and then make up for it." Wu Xiuzhi Yin and Yang Strange Qi Dao.

Song Laohan turned over irritably, "I heard you both talking, don't blame your son for talking about you, you didn't treat Qianqian like this before, what's wrong with you recently?" If Wen Jun doesn't go home to make trouble, you will make trouble yourself. ”

"What are you doing with that dead girl? The thing I regret the most is that she was born and didn't strangle her. ”

The old man remembered the insult he received at Song Wenjun's house, and his heart was also uncomfortable, and the two of them kept their eyes open until dawn.

After serving his daughter-in-law and drinking a bowl of porridge, Song Wenhao came out and said to his parents, "I'll go to school to ask Qianqian for leave, Mom, you can make some soup for Qianqian at noon." ”

Wu Xiuzhi reluctantly agreed, and after seeing her son leave, she immediately hid the remaining ginseng.

Back to the place where the accident happened last night, his wife shouted over and over again in a nightmare that someone was trying to harm her, but Song Wenhao still paid attention to it and came over to check it.

The surrounding environment was basically destroyed by the footprints of the villagers, simulating the scene of Lin Qianqian rolling down the mountain several times, Song Wenhao couldn't figure it out, what did she mean by framing?

Alas! It must be that his wife saw that Wen Jun suddenly became a nouveau riche, and there was a gap in her heart.

I'm always not at home, no one to talk to her, and I'm depressed, so I talk nonsense.

Rushing to the school, Principal Wan was standing at the door to greet the students.