Little Wife Is Hard To Please

Yu Jialiang looked blankly and didn't know what had happened. "Don't cry, first slowly tell what happened."

Zhu Shutong nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said the whole thing after an Xiaoxiao fainted that day,

"Brother, I know my mother is bad for you, but I always thought it was just that my mother didn't want to face the past, but now I finally understand that she doesn't care about us at all. It can even be said that she cares only about herself in her life. No matter what happens to my marriage, I will let her come. I'll go to find Xiaoxiao later. I'll let Xiaoxiao's mother give it to me My mother's family sent me to marry. I won't be with them anymore... "

Standing at the door, an Xiaoxiao couldn't help shaking.

So, all my tragedies are because of a woman.

Is it carefully designed, with ulterior motives, or is it just a joke?

An Xiaoxiao just thinks it's funny.

Yu Jialiang was brought out by her. She does not deny that she has selfishness. She reads that Yu Jialiang has no maternal love and has to take care of her father alone.

However, Zhu Tong is different. It was Yu Jialiang who was by his side.

But what now!

If she didn't know these things, she might be able to disguise it, but now she knows and knows... How should she face Yu Jialiang and Zhu Congtong?

Their two mothers have ruined their lives!

How ridiculous.

I'm still on my own!

An Xiaoxiao never thought that in the end, he became more and more ridiculous.

"Brother, why don't you talk? They did it. It has nothing to do with me. And although I'm atoning for her, I really love Xiaoxiao and like Xiaoxiao." Zhu Tong wept and grabbed Yu Jialiang's arm.

These days, she has been thinking about it, and even wants not to tell an Xiaoxiao directly. But if an Xiaoxiao really breaks up with herself, she won't be able to speak a word.

"It's all right. It's none of your business." Yu Jialiang held Zhu Tongtong in his arms.

Yes, it's none of Zhu Congtong's business. It's all the gratitude and resentment of the previous generation.

An Xiaoxiao turned and leaned against the wall with a pale face.

An Xiaoxiao tightly covered his mouth with his hand. He was short of breath. His tears kept flowing down like a turned on faucet.

How could it be like this? Why should it be like this!

An Xiaoxiao's heart is full of pain.

"Brother, I want to tell Xiaoxiao, but I'm afraid. Just like you just ignored me. If Xiaoxiao ignores me, i... brother, I don't want to let Xiaoxiao ignore me because of my mother."

"No, Xiao Xiao understands your mind. It won't be like that."

Yu Jialiang is still comforting Zhu Shutong. Their voices are constantly transmitted to an Xiaoxiao's ears.

An Xiaoxiao listened, but only felt more uncomfortable.

Ignore it, an Xiaoxiao can't do it, but

Turning around, an Xiaoxiao was about to leave, but accidentally hit the prop cabinet next to him.

The tin cabinet made a loud noise——

"Who?"

Yu Jialiang's voice came. An Xiaoxiao was in a panic and turned to leave, but there was no way.

Yu Jialiang loosened Zhu Tongtong and turned to the door.

These things are hidden. If others hear them, get them out to do something, or pass them into an Xiaoxiao's ears

Yu Jialiang was flustered and hurriedly accelerated his pace.

I opened the door and found nothing at the door.

Yu Jialiang looked carefully, but he found another loud noise under his feet.

Then I found that there was an iron bar under my feet, and the other end of the iron bar seemed to be connected with something. If you move there a little, the stick will be hitting the cabinet.

Yu Jialiang looked down at the window and found that he was arranging props. He was a little relieved and turned back to the house.

Seeing the door closed, an Xiaoxiao came out of the stairs next to her.

If the little old man hadn't just appeared in time and just pulled herself to hide, she didn't even know how to face Yu Jialiang and Zhu Tongtong.

"What do you think?" Looking at an Xiaoxiao's dull face, the little old man can't bear it, but things always have to face.

An Xiaoxiao shook his head, "I don't know!"

"What about Zhan lengrui? What do you think? Why don't you care about anything now? Don't you care about Lin Yi, the Zhan family, or even your grandfather?"

An Xiaoxiao shook his head. "I really don't know what to do. Don't ask me. Let me think about it."

An Xiaoxiao covered his face and squatted down, wronged like a wronged child.

The little old man sighed and pulled an Xiaoxiao up.

"Xiaoxiao, you are the most assertive person. I know you feel uncomfortable. But you know it clearly in your heart at the beginning. You won't give in and bear it. If Zhan lengrui's heart is not just you, you won't stay. But I don't understand why you agreed to Zhan lengrui's proposal this time? Do you think Zhan lengrui really can't leave You, only you can be the young grandmother of the war family? "

An Xiaoxiao lowered her head and didn't say a word.

She had an idea in her mind, but now she didn't know what to say.

Zhan lengrui's return and compromise make her feel uncomfortable. However, agreeing to Zhan lengrui's proposal also makes her feel uncomfortable.

"The last time!"

In a trance, an Xiaoxiao murmured.

"What?"

The little old man didn't hear clearly and asked again.

"I mean, give him one last chance. If this time, he really gave up everything else for me, I'll stay. Whether it's because he has been with me before or because I really can't let him go in my heart, I'll stay, but..." an Xiaoxiao paused.

I really can't say what's behind.

"But if he wants to use me again, Grandpa Qin..." an Xiaoxiao's eyes are firm and cold. "I hope you can take me away."

"Well... What about the child?"

The child of an Xiaoxiao is the eternal pain in his heart.

But she was also thinking. If Zhan lengrui knew that day, if she had not been angry before, she would have made it clear to Zhan lengrui, wouldn't it have happened that night.

Or it should be said that the loss of the child is not just Zhan lengrui's reason. Blame yourself, it's your problem!

"At least for now, don't let him know!"

An Xiaoxiao's voice was gentle and slow, like what he said to the little old man and to himself.

The little old man sighed and looked helpless.

"What kind of evil is this? It makes you bear so much alone."

An Xiaoxiao hooked her lips, shook her head, wiped the tears on her face and stood up.

"Maybe my good day hasn't come yet!"