Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

She is jealous, she hates

Song Li, that little bitch, what else does she have besides being beautiful! She's nothing! Stupid as a pig, what qualifications does she have to stand with such an excellent Bo Shao?

She is the only woman worthy of thin!

Wait for those ugly photos to be posted and see what face she will have to rely on Bo Shao!

Liang Rong quickly comforted her, "slightly, the most important thing for you now is to recover from the injury. Don't interfere in other things."

"Mommy, I hate her. I hate her to death. I must ruin her reputation and let everyone know that she is a shameless bitch."

Song Chu bit his teeth angrily, and his eyes were full of scarlet blood.

She wants that bitch to die, no! She wants to see her life is worse than death. She wants to let her fall into the mud, let her struggle all her life, and let her see her marry Bo Hanchi with her own eyes

Only in this way can the hatred in her heart be solved.

"OK! It all depends on you, slightly. As long as you are good, Mommy depends on you."

She can no longer have children in her life. She is not young. Compared with those flirtatious bitches outside, she is old. Even if she has been maintaining for years, she can't compare with those girls who are tender enough to pinch water at the age of 18 or 19.

This man loves young people, especially song Jingye, who also wants a son.

Thinking of this, Liang Rongxin is like a needle.

The small one is so small that she can't count on it at all. What she can count on now is song Chuwei.

Song Chuwei stopped crying. His heart was filled with resentment and his mood became calm.

"Mommy, I'm going to school tomorrow."

"That's OK! Weiwei, you have to get well before you go. You don't have to worry about your study. Mommy has found you a very good tutor and will come tonight."

Liang Rong couldn't be more satisfied with song Chuwei's daughter. This is her future dependence and reliance.

Song Chu thought a little and reluctantly agreed.

"Tiny, don't worry. As long as there is Mommy, those who bully you will make her pay the price."

"Thank you, Mommy."

……

"Old lady, it's time for you to wash your feet!"

Dongmei came over with a wooden basin. With a shy smile on her little face, she secretly glanced at Song Jingye sitting next to old lady song from time to time. She already belongs to that man.

Just over half a month ago, she had a gentle love affair under him. He said that as long as she gave birth to a son, she would marry her.

Mrs. song was particularly satisfied with Dongmei's performance.

She said with a smile, "Dongmei, you are my dry daughter now. In the future! Don't always cry from the old lady. How strange it is! You should call me dry mother."

"And ah! Don't do this job. Let others come. You just have to serve your work well."

Song Jingye also likes Dongmei very much. This woman is obedient. She never refutes what he says. In her eyes, he is a perfect God, her belief and her master.

In front of Dongmei, song Jingye has a full sense of superiority. His status and wealth are enough to convince her.

Dongmei blushed with shame. Song Jingye's heart was tickled by her simple appearance.

"Godmother, I can do this. Besides, I'd be happy to wash your feet."

As soon as she said this, Mrs. song became more and more happy with Dongmei and felt that she had done it right.