Spicy Farming Wife:General's Busy In Chasing His wife

The old mother warned the servants today that when she came back to Mrs. Qi with a heavy heart, Mrs. Qi had recovered her former composure.

It's just that the red mark on the cheek is still visible.

At the moment, Mrs. Qi is gently powdering herself, intending to cover the traces on her face.

See old mammy came back, smile to her way: "come on, my face still depends on you."

The old mammy only felt that the lady was more and more unpredictable.

She quickly went over and took the powder to Mrs. Qi.

Mrs. Qi is still smiling and whispering in a soft voice:

"in fact, it's also good for them. When the master spoke just now, he said something that should not be said in a hurry. Even if I don't sell them, when the master reacts, they are afraid that they will not only be sold."

"My wife is very considerate." The old mammy echoed with a smile.

Mrs. Qi looked at her through the bronze mirror and patted her hand, smiling gently:

"Mammy, don't be nervous. Mammy has been with me for so many years. I treat you as a relative, which is different from them."

Mrs. Qi was gentle, but the old mother didn't dare to think so. She was still cautious and bowed respectfully:

"it's the duty of the old slave to share the worries for his wife, and the old slave would never dare to make contributions."

Mrs. Qi sighed: "Mammy, you are... You are a stranger to me."

"I dare not."

The old mammy said respectfully, and then quickly clear his mind: "the old slave's life is the lady's, will never and the lady's outsider."

Mrs. Qi clapped her hand and laughed.

Her eyes fell on her own face in the mirror again. Looking at the clear palm print on her face, her eyes became gloomy again:

"by the way, how's wu'er?"

"Miss came back in a bad mood."

Thinking of the way her daughter just came back, Mrs. Qi's eyes were cold and her fists were tightly clenched together in her sleeves.

After the old mammy had powdered her face and covered up the swelling on her face, she got up, stroked the nonexistent folds on her clothes and said:

"let's go and have a look at wu'er, so as to persuade her to apologize to Su Hongshan."

When she said this, Mrs. Qi's tone was still gentle, but her eyes were colder.

Yeah, sorry!

The old Mammy was also stunned, but soon understood her deep meaning and followed her without saying a word.

In Qiwu's yard, Qi Wu, who had the same temper as Mrs. Qi, fell a room of things when he came back. At the moment, he was locking himself in the room alone, lying on the bed and crying.

Mrs. Qi pushed the door in and looked at the mess in the room. She frowned and looked at the maid in the yard:

"don't you clean it up yet?"

The servant girls are quick and quick to clean up.

Mrs. Qi then went to the bed and sat down. She patted herself in the quilt and shrugged her shoulders. Qi Wu was out of breath.

She just accompany Qiwu and let her cry for a long time, then she said gently:

"Wuher, good, cry again and you will lose your voice."

Qi Wu's cry was even louder. After crying for a while, she suddenly lifted the quilt and threw herself into Mrs. Qi's arms: "Niang...

Mrs. Qi patted her shoulder gently, comforting her silently, and her eyes were covered with tears.

"Well, my mother is here. Wu'er doesn't cry."

"Niang... I really hate her. Why do you treat me like this? Who is she? She is just a little peasant girl. Why does she...

"Niang... How dare she... I hate...

" Niang... I want her to die... I want her to die... "

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