The reborn wife is beautiful and ruthless

Chapter 60

Somewhat unexpectedly, after Song Yunluo ran out crying just now, the two of them did not leave the Jiang family with Jiang Xun, but stood in the courtyard of the Jiang family and kissed...

Under the cover of night, the two stood behind a big tree and kissed inseparably. Song Ci and Jiang Mu happened to be able to see it when they came out.

So Mother Jiang's complexion, which had finally improved a bit, turned dark again in an instant. Song Ci didn't feel much, and raised her eyebrows lightly as if she was watching a play. She looked at the two with great interest. A wild mandarin duck with deep affection.

After 1 minute, the two finally separated. Song Yunluo continued to cry and said, "What are you still chasing me for? I'm not liked by your family. You were angry with me before. It's not easy to let me run away like this." Get out, get hit by a car and die!"

"Don't say that..."

Song Yunluo's crying, making troubles and seeking death made Jiang Xun's head agitated, but seeing Song Yunluo's pear blossoms raining, he also softened his heart and said: "I told you last night that because of the last engagement banquet of my family I'm angry with you about the ring, and my mother doesn't like you, so you won't be treated well if you come to this family banquet, but you don't listen to me and insist on attending."

"Because I want to stand upright with you!" Song Yunluo said pitifully, "I am your fiancée. Your mother didn't invite me to your family banquet, but invited Song Ci instead. What is that? mean?"

"Is your mother stupid? I've already talked about the engagement banquet last time. Does she have to be so mean and hold on to my fault?"

"Be careful with your words!" Jiang Xun said angrily, "That's my mother after all!"

"Oh, I see...but I was bullied by your family today, how do you plan to compensate me?" Song Yunluo grabbed Jiang Xun's clothes, pressed his soft body against it, and asked ambiguously .

Jiang Xun's eyes sank uncontrollably: "What do you want?"

"I want you to come to the apartment on Dayi Street to sleep with me like before." Song Yunluo said aggrievedly: "You were angry with me before, and you haven't come to accompany me for a long time. I'll sleep on the big bed alone. Lonely!"

"But my mother has been watching me very strictly recently. After nine o'clock in the evening, I can no longer go out like before."

"I don't care! Your mother is strict with you, so you can't have a temper and go back? My mother said that parents can't hold back their children! You don't want to contradict your mother for me. Is it because you don't love me enough? "Song Yunluo asked relentlessly.

Song Yunluo and Liu Yuping are worthy of being mother and daughter, the two of them are fanning the flames, and their skills in messing around are really deep!
It's a pity, today, Song Yunluo bumped into an iron plate.

Sure enough, Mother Jiang, who had heard that the ground was pitch-black, had already walked over from the darkness the next moment.

Behind the big tree, Song Yunluo was still urging Jiang Xun to fight against his parents. Unexpectedly, halfway through the sentence, he saw Jiang's mother walking straight towards him!

Song Yunluo was scared out of his wits and hurriedly said, "Jiang, Aunt Jiang, why are you here—ah!"

Mother Jiang slapped her down hard, and then without any pause, several slaps landed on Song Yunluo's face one after another, knocking her to the ground.

Jiang Xun hurriedly went up to pull people: "Mom, what are you doing!"

"You still have the face to ask me what I'm doing!"

Mother Jiang got angry, turned around and slapped Jiang Xun on the face again, gnashing her teeth and said, "How did I teach you when I was young? You are the future heir of my Jiang family, and you must act upright and sit upright, but Now, you actually sneaked out of your house in the middle of the night because of a woman, and took the house on Dayi Street I gave you to hide in a golden house? Jiang Xun, are you worthy of me and this family? And this bitch is actually in my house Divide the relationship between me and my son, today you must separate from Song Yunluo, a villain, or you will get out of Jiang's house!"

"Mom!" Jiang Xun looked at his mother who had always loved him in shock.

Ever since she was a child, she had never said such serious words to herself, nor had she hit him like this.

So he froze in place suddenly, and for a while, Jiang Xun was unable to say any more disobedient words, and looking at the silent Jiang Xun, Song Yunluo also cried even more miserably.

But Jiang's mother is not some useless man who can be frightened by crying, making troubles and hanging himself three times. She directly called the servants. Go to take back the house on Dayi Street and drive Song Yunluo out completely.

Crying and begging for mercy were all intertwined at once, it was really lively in the night.

Song Ci stood at the door and finished watching the big show with a smile on her face. Then, with her arms around her chest, she was also ready to leave.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a hand patted her lightly, and then, to everyone's surprise, she saw Mr. Jiang's kind smiling face.

Unexpectedly, at some point, Mr. Jiang stood behind her.

Song Ci was taken aback suddenly, thinking that the old man had discovered her schadenfreude, so she stood up straight uneasy, but to her surprise, she smiled kindly, and old man Jiang looked at her and said, "Don't worry Well, I'm not a rigid old man, I came to find you privately because of Bei Yao, I know you and that kid have a deep friendship now, right?"

Huo Beiyao is the adopted son of Mr. Jiang, so it's not surprising that he knows something.

Song Ci didn't lie, but bit the bullet and said, "I, Huo Beiyao and I have had some friendship recently."

"That's great." Mr. Jiang said with a smile, "I've grown up with this kid. It's rare to see him willing to get close to a girl. I'm actually quite happy for him. Do you want to see the room where that kid used to live?"

"what???"

This development is too strange!
Song Ci was so confused that she couldn't react, but passively, she still followed Mr. Jiang to the small house where Huo Beiyao used to live.

Yes, because Huo Beiyao is an adopted son, not a bloodline of the Jiang family, so he doesn't live in the Jiang family's villa in front, but in a small house behind the Jiang family.

But the environment of this place is not simple, on the contrary, it seems to have been carefully designed, very elegant and beautiful, and when you open the closed door and walk in, the layout inside is also quickly visible.

Unlike ordinary little boys' rooms, Huo Beiyao has a calm personality since he was a child. He doesn't like toys or games. Instead, he especially likes to write with a brush...

On his desk, there were several out-of-print copies of Wang Xizhi's copybooks, which lit up Song Ci's eyes!

Because in the past, in order to prevent her from being mischievous and to train her artistic accomplishment, Song Ci had learned brush calligraphy for several years under the supervision of her mother.
The few out-of-print copybooks that Song Ci didn't have were in Huo Beiyao's room!

So I couldn't help but clenched my fists with some itchiness, Song Ci's face was full of forbearance, Mr. Jiang saw her little movements, and said with a smile: "If you want to write, just sit and write for a while, anyway, everything is ready. Have."

"Is it possible?" Song Ci said happily, "Will Huo Beiyao be unhappy?"

If someone else touched his things, Huo Beiyao would definitely be unhappy, after all, Mr. Jiang knew the temper of his adopted son.

But if the object is Song Ci...

Mr. Jiang said: "Don't worry, that kid won't be unhappy."

"Then I'm welcome!"

Song Ci agreed happily, and then she couldn't bear it anymore, and quickly took something to practice.

In a trance, time seemed to slow down, the soft moonlight outside the window was pouring on the window sill, and Song Ci was covered with a beautiful and bright coat, making her delicate and beautiful face like a goddess.

And she concentrated on writing for a while, but when she stopped to look at the written words, she always felt a little dissatisfied.

So she couldn't help sighing, Song Ci was about to put down her pen to end this failed copying, but unexpectedly, at this moment, a big hand suddenly held her hand——

(End of this chapter)