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

This is the taste, spicy enough, ruthless enough, exciting enough.

This is also one of the reasons why she likes Ye Qingting, her life is too willful and free and easy.

Mo Linglong became angry from embarrassment, and said in a fit of anger, "You guys have dealt with me in unison. It's a tacit understanding. I even forgot that you are the same man's private pet..."

She tried her best to provoke and stabbed the two people desperately.

Qingting felt a little sour in her heart, but she could think about it, there was no way to care about the things before her, otherwise she would not be able to live.

"Some people have racked their brains, and they can't even post upside down."

Every time she speaks is very simple, but every word hits her heart.

Mo Linglong's thoughts on Rui Shao belonged to Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone knew it.

Ai Meng also knew it very well, and couldn't help but make up for it, "If you can't eat grapes, say the grapes are sour."

Damn, this woman is too cheap, even if you don't want to step on her.

"You..." Mo Linglong didn't achieve her goal, she was trembling with anger, "Ye Qingting, be careful that your husband is taken away, and no one will sympathize when you cry to death."

Not only was Qingting not angry, but she smiled very calmly, "It's not a good thing that can be taken away. But I only want the best."

"You..." Mo Linglong lost to her every time, but she always continued to fight unwillingly. No matter how badly she lost, it still couldn't quench the anger in her heart.

"Don't get complacent too early, you will cry one day..."

Qingting suddenly stretched out her slender hand, and nodded slightly at her, "Mo Linglong, your makeup is off, so ugly."

"Eh?" Mo Linglong's breath didn't come up, and it was stuck in her chest, which was uncomfortable.

Qing Ting looked contemptuous, "What mascara you use is all spent, it looks like a ghost, it will scare people to death in the middle of the night, you have to be willing to spend money on better cosmetics, otherwise, with your beauty, you want others to see it Fucking you is as difficult as climbing to the sky. I hate that a child can't be caught by a wolf, and it costs money to rob a man."

Su Xiaowan wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, her face flushed because she couldn't hold back, what she said was so direct and hurtful.

Ai Meng was already laughing and trembling, holding on to the potted plant and gasping for breath.

For women, this statement is more powerful than a bombshell.

His face was torn off, thrown on the ground and trampled on.

Mo Linglong was so angry that she covered her eyes with her right hand and yelled indiscriminately.

"Nonsense, I use the top brand..."

Qingting patted her on the back, "What brand is it?"

Ouyang glanced at it calmly, and added a knife, "Tsk tsk tsk, you bought a fake product, did you not understand English, and you were deceived?"

"Impossible." Despite Mo Linglong's words, her tone was weak, and she turned around and ran out.

The three of them stared blankly at her back, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they all looked back at Qingting in unison.

Qingting held the flowers and smiled, calm and composed, as sweet as the spring sunshine, but with a hint of cunning.

The three of them shuddered in unison, and a thought arose at the same time, they must not offend anyone, except the person in front of them.

At the same time, Leng Zongkai and his son showed up together, shocking everyone, and surrounded them enthusiastically,

As the host, the chairman of the business community smiled, "Mr. Leng Zongkai is here. Everyone is very happy that you can come. The only person Master Megan wants to meet is you. You are really heroes."

The heads of the two great families are about to meet, and this century-old scene is about to be staged. Everyone is extremely excited as if they have been beaten with chicken blood.