Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

"Mommy, why are you crying?" Tang Yu suddenly ran to Fang min's face, sniffed and cried, "Mommy, who bullied you? Xiao Yu will help you out."

"My good son..." Fang min held her son. The more she cried, the deeper her smile was.

At this time, the glass door of the living room was pushed open. Qianxia took a gift from Yang Qing in her hand, glanced up, changed her shoes expressionless and came in.

"Wuwu, guarding the city, you have to decide for me..." Fang min immediately fell to Tang Shoucheng's arms and cried.

Qianxia stood in place, her eyes cold and calm, "little mom, it's called hypocrisy when the play comes to this step."

"Bastard!" Tang Shoucheng roared and immediately changed his face.

Tang Zixuan was caught in a dilemma. Although she didn't know what it was because of, she didn't want to see this at home. "Dad, Qianqian, have something to say. Don't make a small thing big."

At this time, Tang Yu suddenly rushed to qianxia's face, grabbed the box in her hand, raised her head high and stared at it. Her young face looked so contemptuous, "bad woman, you made my Mommy cry. I hate you. I hate you very much. If you bully my mommy, I'll break your things."

Qianxia's eyes converged, and the corners of her lips pursed slightly. She stretched out her hand, and her voice was dangerous and cold, "give it back to me!"

Tang Yu was frightened. When two drops of tears fell, he fiercely smashed the box in his hand to the ground.

With the sound of "pa", the exquisite crystal Angel broke into tens of thousands of pieces in an instant, reflecting strange and gorgeous colors. It was like a blooming seven color flower in the glass pupil tightened for thousands of years.

"Tang Yu, apologize!"

Qianxia immediately set his face, and his surprised eyes took a touch of absolute indifference.

"I don't, you bad woman, I'm smashing your things!" Tang Yu screamed and jumped onto the broken crystal angel, stepping on it with both hands, like trampling on a cheap thing.

"You..."

Qianxia Huoran was shocked, and Tang Yu raised his palm in anger.

"Pa......"

A loud slap was mixed with incomparable anger and coldness.

Qianxia fell to the ground. The fingerprints on her white cheeks were unusually clear, and her long hair fell, covering her broken heart in her pupils for a moment, and a trace of blood overflowed from her tight lips.