Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

Yang Cuihua has no money, so she expects her to go out to hang her golden turtle son-in-law. She has no ability and hopes that her daughter can get the way alone. She Yang Cuihua's chickens and dogs will rise to heaven.

For what?

Yang Cuihua blushed angrily. She has served Su Qing enough for so many days.

This poor soil at home can't afford Su Qing's delicate flower. She can't stand Su Qing's big miss tone.

What to drink water is to drink water imported from abroad. A bottle of 500ml mineral water costs more than ten yuan. Eat meat should also pay attention to fresh taste, preferably salmon transported by air in Japan.

As a cleaner, she can't even afford meat, and she has to keep a young lady who only eats air food.

Taking advantage of Su Qinggang's return home, Yang Cuihua can endure so many days, but for a long time, who can stand her as a young lady.

Originally, Yang Cuihua watched Su Qing hide in the house gloomy all day. Frowns can kill mosquitoes.

Now people eat her and drink her. Yang Cuihua's anger has been held in her heart for several days.

"Su Qing, do you really think you have the golden life of the eldest lady? You lived a magnificent life of the eldest lady of the Su family in the past 20 years. I stole it from Qiao Xin."

The more she said, the more angry she became. Yang Cuihua walked into Su Qing and slapped her in the face. Strength is not heavy. Yang Cuihua knows how much strength he has.

"It's me that you can live a young lady's life. I'm sorry for you. Without me, you should always stay in this poor nest. You can't climb out of it."

Su Qing's resentful eyes seemed to look at an enemy. Hate is like blood. Yang Cuihua was stunned.

"No one dares to beat me. Even Zhou Shulan and Su Xingwen, who have raised me for more than 20 years, have not touched me. Yang Cuihua, what are you, and deserve to teach me a lesson?"

Su Qing wanted to go straight to the scene and kill Yang Cuihua.

A "snap". Su Qing slapped Yang Cuihua in the face.

After slapping Yang Cuihua, Su Qing gets up, picks up her bag and walks out of the house.

Yang Cuihua was turned aside by Su Qing's palm fan. His fat body fell directly on the sofa and his ears tinnitus for a while.

Leaning on the sofa, Yang Cuihua covered her face and shed painful tears.

Why is her carefully nurtured daughter like this?

Just now Su Qing's eyes seemed to look at her enemy. No, Yang Cuihua thought with fear that her enemy didn't have such terrible eyes.

With a bang, the gate was closed. Yang Cuihua was awakened and quickly followed Su Qing to apologize to her.

"Qingqing, Qingqing, where are you going? It's mom's fault. Mom shouldn't hit you. Don't go. Mom bought you salmon from Uncle Zhang in the morning. Mom cooked it for you when you came back..."

Kicking and pulling the slippers, Yang Cuihua ignored the burning pain on her face and followed Su Qing.

Until she looked at her baby daughter and rode away on a motorcycle with the little gangsters in the street.

Su Qing gets on a small gangster's motorcycle and leaves Yang Cuihua.

She didn't look back. She didn't look at Yang Cuihua, who was crying. Her hair was scattered like a madman.

Originally, her life was a smooth road, and joshin took a narrow path.

Now josing has embarked on her bright road, but she has been driven by josing to the path full of thorns.