Doting Your Wife to Heaven: The Return of the Rich Family

Mother Leng shook her head slightly, and beckoned to her, "No need, I have something to tell you."

After dropping these words, she walked towards the living room.

Qingting rubbed her brows, she was also very sleepy, after a day of exhaustion, her whole body was sore, like being run over by a car, she just wanted to sleep.

She hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, and followed.

The living room was arranged by Qingting himself, with a lot of thought, everything was just right.

It is the delicate yet simple style that she always likes.

Several pots of green potted plants are dotted among them, full of vitality.

Qingting sat down on the sofa opposite Leng's mother, and went straight to the topic.

"Go ahead."

Mother Leng just slept for a while, she was full of energy, but she couldn't do it, and even yawned several times.

Mother Leng looked at her with complex eyes, which seemed to be angry, pity, angry, and worried.

Many emotions come together, so complex that it cannot be described in words.

"Be sensible, for the sake of Qirui and the safety of the children, you should leave quietly, as far away as possible,"

She was gentle, patiently persuading, even pleading.For the safety of her son, she risked her face.

Qingting's mood is sour, it's hard to say, they used to be as close as mother and daughter, and had a beautiful and harmonious time, but why did it become like this?

Leng's mother took out a document and handed it over, "I also brought the divorce agreement, please take a look at the above conditions, our Leng family will not treat you badly."

Qingting's heart felt cold for a while, is she too naive?Or is the world too fickle?

"Mum, it's too late. Let's talk later if you have anything to say. Go to bed early. You must be tired after a day's flight. Let's talk after you rest."

No matter what the reason was, she didn't want to tear up her face with Leng's mother, and gave her enough face.

Mother Leng stroked her chest and sighed faintly.

"Ye Qingting, it's not that I want to force you, it's that I'm scared, I beg you, I'm old, I can't stand life and death anymore, let our Leng family live, you are young and beautiful, you have the right to have Potential, I can marry better in the future..."

She begged in a low voice, just for the safety of her children and grandchildren, and she didn't want to go through the pain of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man away.

She kept pleading, said all the good things, and looked at Qingting eagerly, hoping that Qingting could spit it out.

Qingting has a splitting headache, other things are easy to discuss, except this one.

Feudal superstition kills people.

"Mum, you can see how Qi Rui and I got here. We have gone through countless twists and turns to get to where we are today. Do I think I will give up easily? Am I that kind of person? Mommy, have you ever If you have treated me sincerely, just treat it as me begging you, don't mention this matter again, our family will live well."

Leng's mother's expression loosened slightly, Qingting was overjoyed, she became more energetic and worked harder, but Leng's mother didn't know what to think, her expression was gloomy.

"No, I'm not for myself, but for Qirui, Qingting, I know you are a good boy, so just take pity on me..."

Qingting is very tangled, why can't she make sense?

A clear voice sounded at the door, "Honey, I've prepared the bath water for you, it's so late, hurry up and go to bed."

Qi Rui stood at the door, with his right hand in his trouser pocket, leaning leisurely on the door, the hair on his forehead was slightly messed up, and he exuded a lazy atmosphere, very charming.

Qingting breathed a sigh of relief and ran over.

"Come on."

Qi Rui stretched out his long hand and hugged her into his arms, without even looking at Leng's mother, he turned around and prepared to leave.