The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 80 The Hedgehog
Dare you call me a bitch?
I will pour it on you!
Ning stood up suddenly, her voice was sharp and sharp.

"When I go back to the underworld, I will ask the old lady carefully, why do you insist on marrying a shrew like me when there are so many high-ranking girls in Beijing?
Could it be that you have taken a fancy to my Ning family’s vast wealth?Or was she blinded by lard and blinded! "

"Third Aunt!" Pei Xiao really wanted to go up and cover her foul mouth.

"What's wrong, nephew?"

Ning put her hands on her waist and raised the mole on her brow.

"If you open your mouth in life, it's either for eating or talking. If you don't let others talk, what will the mouth be like? All of them will be mute!"

Pei Xiaoxin said, I can call you my ancestor.

"Third Aunt, you can't say less!"

"Great nephew, can you live one less day?"

"you……"

"Snapped--"

An embroidered shoe stepped on the bluestone brick and then moved away. A thin crack appeared in the middle of the bluestone brick.

The owner of the embroidered shoes smiled slightly and said: "Whoever bothers my young lady to solve the case again, this bluestone brick will be her head."

At this moment, Ning's face turned pale with fright, and she glanced at Yan Sanhe with lingering fear.

Ji Lingchuan's chest bulged and he turned away stiffly.

Master Pei touched the back of his head secretly, thinking: That kick is going to step on my head, my life...

over!

In the flower hall, it was finally quiet.

Yan Sanhe did not speak in a hurry, her eyes fell on Ning, her dark eyes motionless.

It stands to reason that some eldest ladies from wealthy businessmen have a more indulgent temper, but it is rare for them to speak so harshly and harshly, which is almost the same as a shrew in the market.

The old lady couldn't make the final decision on the marriage of her first two sons, so she would definitely choose the wife of her third son carefully. Is she really blind?
And this Ning gave her a very strange feeling.

Maybe Yan Sanhe looked at her for too long. Ning was impatient with this look and smiled coldly.

"Miss Yan, what are you looking at me for? Did I say something wrong just now? I'm sorry, I'm a womanly person with long hair and short knowledge. You can only bear with me."

Yan Sanhe narrowed his eyes and finally understood where this strange feeling came from.

This third wife is like an aggressive hedgehog. Other hedgehogs only put their thorns up when they are in danger.

she's not!

Regardless of whether she was in danger or not, she would always have thorns all over her body, and if she didn't prick someone else, she would feel uncomfortable in her heart.

why?

How can one person have so many thorns growing on his body?

Yan Sanhe took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"You're right. Raising children for others is indeed unskilled. After all, people's hearts are separated from each other."

"..."

Ning looked at Yan Sanhe blankly, as if she couldn't believe that her words were actually recognized.

"Ning, let me continue asking."

Yan Sanhe: "The third master's third aunt was chosen by the old lady, right?"

Ning had not yet recovered from what she just said, and nodded in confusion.

Yan Sanhe: "You don't want to, but you have to agree. Am I right?"

Ning's eyes gradually focused, and the corner of her mouth showed sarcasm.

"Whether you are willing or not, there are three kinds of unfilial piety, and the greatest is not having children. Am I the kind of person who can't tolerate others?"

"But these words sound very resentful."

"What's the matter, do I still want to welcome you with gongs and drums?"

Ning said coldly: "Bah, I'm just a cheap concubine, even they deserve it!"

Look!
The thorn started to sting again!

"The old lady was helped up by my concubine. Your words even made the old lady scolded."

Yan Sanhe: "So, you hate the old lady because of taking concubines?"

Mrs. Ning sneered: "Miss Yan, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. As a daughter-in-law, I don't dare to do that."

Yan Sanhe looked at her and softly uttered two words: "Really?" "Of course!"

Ning touched the pearl hairpin beside her ear, her mouth was cold.

"I can no longer give birth to a son. Now I have to bear the charge of unfilial piety. I have committed seven crimes and committed two crimes. Miss Yan, think about it for me. Is there still room for me in the Ji family?"

At this point, Yan Sanhe suddenly stood up and walked to Ning.

Ning didn't know what to do, so she subconsciously leaned back.

Yan Sanhe looked at her condescendingly and said in a very deep voice, "Do you know what case the Military and Horse Division is trying?"

"what?"

"The old lady's grave was dug up the night before."

"what……"

Ning screamed, and the handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground silently. Her whole body seemed to have been stabbed, and she didn't even blink.

"Tell me, who would hate her so much?"

"..."

"You don't even want her to live in peace after death?"

Ning's eyes were wide and round, and her lips trembled a few times, "You, you, are you doubting me?"

Yan Sanhe curled his lips, "There was some movement in the old lady's courtyard yesterday. I'm afraid you heard about it. Do you know what it was about?"

Ning shook her head in fear.

"I'm interrogating the servants in the old lady's courtyard one by one."

Yan Sanhe frowned, and his eyes suddenly became stern, "Do you want to know... what I found out?"

Ning's heart was beating wildly, "What?"

Yan Sanhe looked down at her and said in the slowest and coldest voice: "They all said you did it."

"Fuck your fucking fart!"

Ning's whole body trembled as if she had been struck by lightning, and she said sadly: "Which bastard who wants to die is chewing his tongue and pouring dirty water on me?"

"A total of eleven people were interrogated yesterday. If one person said that, it would be a slander, but all eleven people would say the same thing..."

Yan Sanhe stretched out his hand and put it on Ning's shoulder.

The temperature of her palms was lower than that of ordinary people, and Ning was suddenly shocked, and even her pupils began to tremble.

"Then! Just! Really! You! Do! It!"

"I didn't...it wasn't me, I didn't do it."

Ning's voice was as shrill as a ghost: "I hate her, but I don't know how to dig her grave. Is that still a human being? That's a beast!"

Yan Sanhe bent down to pick up the handkerchief on the ground, stuffed it back into Ning's hand, and spoke word by word.

"Then tell me honestly. Don't adulterate a word. Why do you hate her?"

Why hate?

Tears flowed from Ning's eyes.

After a long moment, she smiled sadly.

"Would you believe me if I told you?"

"Why don't you believe it?" Yan Sanhe asked.

Ning's eyes glanced at Ji Lingchuan and Pei Xiao, "They don't believe it, no one will believe it!"

"They are them, I am me, I am different from them."

Yan Sanhe bent down and his voice suddenly became soft and soft, "Third Mrs., have you seen a wild wolf?"

Ning shook her head.

Yan Sanhe: "Do you know how wild wolves heal their wounds?"

Ning shook her head again.

"A wild wolf only dares to lick its wounds silently when there is no one around. Whenever someone comes close, its fangs are sharper than anyone else's."

Yan Sanhe's voice was almost seductive.

"Third wife, you are that wild wolf. You open your fangs because you don't want others to see your wounds, right?"

(End of this chapter)