Crippled Master's Young Wife

Looking at Ji Linhan's pitiful appearance, old lady Fu was unmoved.

"The older you are, the better you won't persuade me to marry my grandson. Even if you have a grandson, you won't tell me why you don't want to marry me now."

She has no prejudice against her, but once when she went out, she happened to see her impatience and disgust when she treated the villagers who asked for directions.

One's upbringing cannot deceive others.

Ji Linhan is not kind in nature.

She doesn't like such a delicate and artificial woman.

The ruthless words made Ji Linhan ashamed and angry, and she almost couldn't lift her head.

He lifted his eyes and swept around, and fixed his eyes on Fu Yunting's face.

But he saw his eyes light, and didn't want to help him speak.

Ji Linhan could no longer hang on her face. She got up quickly and ran out of the villa crying.

"Hey, Linhan..."

"Enough."

Mrs. Fu quickly interrupted Ye Qian's words and said with dignity, "Xiaoqian, you are the master mother of the Fu family, so you should have the manners and bearing of being the master mother. Don't interfere in my grandson's marriage in the future. Be your Mrs. Fu safely and wait for your grandson."

Don't think she can't see it. She and Ji Linhan are playing tricks.

She's a daughter-in-law.

Hey!

Poor people must be hated.

Look at her consistent style of behavior, can't she always close her husband's heart.

Ye Qian was scolded, full of unwilling and hatred.

That's her son. Why do you want her to dictate all the time.

I'm really unwilling.

"Well, now that Yunting and Lingling are back safely, we should go and leave them alone."

After sitting for so long, Mrs. Fu was out of spirits. She got up and spoke to several people.

"Grandma, I'll see you off."

Fu Yunting hooked his lips and gave the old Buddha a big praise in his heart.

Grandma knows him best.

At the moment, he just wants to take a comfortable hot bath, and then hold his daughter-in-law to be warm.

When everyone else left, silence finally returned to the room.

Xia Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Before turning around, a warm body was pasted behind her.

The familiar breath surrounded her. Xia Ling tooted her lips and drooped her eyes.

"What's the matter? Are you still angry?"

Fu Yunting kissed the woman's earlobe and blew a trace of ambiguity.

Xia Ling's mind swung and forced it down to her mouth. Jiao hum turned and hugged his strong waist, raised her eyes and looked at him. Jiao Jiao said, "hum, tell me, do I want to be angry?"

Hearing the speech, Fu Yunting hooked his lips and smiled. He put his hand behind her ear and asked another question.

"Lingling, tell me yourself again, who do you love now?"

He wants to listen to her again. She loves him.

Xia Ling was slightly stunned, and a faint blush flashed on his little face. "Is it difficult to use his ears when he is young?"

Low laughter overflowed from the corners of Fu Yunting's mouth, with a trace of charm, "Lingling, let me hear it again."

He just wanted to see her coquettish appearance.

Xia Ling's big eyes turned and smiled, "the man I love now is a man whose ears are difficult to use at a young age. His name is Fu Yunting! Did you hear that?"

"Ha ha! Little thing, arrange me again! Wait, let your husband take good care of you."

"Hey, Fu Yunting, I'm so tired. Put me down quickly. I have to go to work."

"Work at home today and take good care of your husband!"

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