Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

There are men beating their wives around, and women's repressed sad cries

This is a place forgotten by the bustling Haicheng. Separated by a wall is the bustling business city. It's decaying here. Dilapidated. Corruption that can't even be dispelled by the sun.

Su Qing took her cell phone from the desktop. She watched the apple roll slowly to the ground. With a sneer, Yang Cuihua thought about how to search for some money from her in the morning, and began to take the Huairou policy in the afternoon?

Su house, in the huge cloakroom.

"Shulan, please see how I look today. Will I please Xinxin?"

Su Xingwen asked his wife, holding up a smoky gray suit. Opposite him was a huge floor mirror, looking excited and nervous.

After the operation, Su Fu took some time to recuperate and slowly recovered.

"Yes. Don't change it. It's the eighth suit today. The clothes are piled on the bed and the servants don't have time to clean up."

Su Mu packed up a set of custom suits on the bed. Looking at her husband's excited and nervous mood is funny and helpless.

I haven't seen my husband so happy for a long time.

The moment she met josin in the hospital, tears poured down. She finally eased over. Now her husband is almost half a hundred years old, because she is not happy to recognize her daughter.

"I'm not nervous yet. Show me the picture in cheongsam again. When will Xin Xin come over? Let the servant open the door. Why don't I go to the door and wait for my daughter to go home now."

"Don't worry, sir. The gate has been opened. Ah Jie and Xiao Ru have arrived at the gate and are waiting for the miss at any time."

Uncle Dong instructs the servant to pack up in the living room. Today is the day for Miss Su Jiazhen to go home. Everyone in Su's house was busy and cleaned up the house.

"I watched it all night last night. I didn't sleep for two hours. I still watch it today?"

Su's mother reluctantly glanced at her husband and showed him the picture on her mobile phone.

This is the picture of Qiaoxin trying on the cheongsam that day. It's amazing. Su Mu thinks she's just taking a picture. This picture also captures Qiaoxin's beauty and style.

"Like, really like! Your eyes are like you, your nose is like me, and your face is printed in the same mold as you."

Su's father looked carefully at Qiao Xin in the photo, and his fingers were gently touching Qiao Xin's face in the photo, with loving and cherishing eyes.

"Old Su, you should take a good look at our daughter when her daughter comes. She suffered a lot during your stay in hospital."

If Qiao Xin hadn't been able to do the matching operation for Su's father, Su Xingwen was still lying in the hospital bed, and his life and death were uncertain.

And after the operation, josin followed Su's mother to comfort and take care of her. At that time, if it hadn't been for josin, Sue's mother thought she would have worked very hard,

"I have transferred 10% of the shares of our company to Xinxin's name, and the annual dividend is tens of millions. Moreover, some shops under Su's banner have prepared letters of authorization for transfer, including jewelry and clothing shops with good location. I'll wait for Xinxin to come and sign today."

Su Xingwen looked at the direction of the gate, raised his hand and secretly wiped his tears.

Mr. Su, who is nearly half a hundred years old, is always gentle outside.