Wife is not tired of fraud:Lord Lou,I was wrong!

Aunt Zhang only cooked a meal today, and she did it for Wanyan Jiatai. As soon as Wanyan Jiatai left, she ate it herself, completely ignoring song Zhenzhen.

Besides, it's not the first time. Aunt Zhang is confident.

After listening to his friend's experience, Jiang Xiaomi wants to smash the glass door with a hammer.

"You wait. I'll buy it for you. By the way, what else would you like to eat?"

Song Zhenzhen is not greedy and shakes his head with a smile: "no, one bread is enough."

Jiang Xiaomi endured the pain and ran out to buy bread.

……

Although the door was locked, there was no window. After Jiang Xiaomi stuffed bread and mineral water in, he climbed in.

Song Zhenzhen looks at her in surprise, and her small face floats to worship.

"Eat it. I have something to ask you when I'm finished."

"Well."

Afraid that she would choke, Jiang Xiaomi turned on the mineral water and stood by at any time.

Song Zhenzhen tears open the package, ah Wu is a big mouthful.

She used to eat like a cat, just like a cat.

Now they gobble it up like refugees.

No wonder so thin, feelings are hungry out.

"Finished." She handed the package to Jiang Xiaomi.

Jiang Xiaomi took it out, angry to kill: "say, what's the matter?"

As the fiancee of the richest man in West Asia, how can she not live as well as a beggar?

"Aunt Zhang was sent by Wanyan's father to take care of me..."

"Take care of you? Are you sure it's not abuse? "

Song Zhenzhen is also very helpless. She knows that she has defects. She was always bullied when she was at school. If it wasn't for Jiang Xiaomi, she would have been depressed long ago.

She can endure being pushed out, but how can she endure hunger?

"She used to be very nice to me, but after her daughter came once, it became like this."

"Did she hit you?" Maybe it's her daughter.

Song Zhenzhen hesitated, wanted to nod, but did not dare.

If Jiang Xiaomi can't hide any secrets in front of Lou tianqin, then in other words, song Zhenzhen is the same in front of Jiang Xiaomi.

"His uncle's --" Jiang Xiaomi beat the sofa. These bastards know how to bully. No, she must show her some color.

Song Zhenzhen opened a pair of curious eyes, staring at Jiang Xiaomi in the backpack, subconsciously thinking, is she ready to take a knife?

"What is this?" Song Zhenzhen asked in surprise.

"All in one eavesdropper." It's a little thing the size of a thumb, but it can monitor the whole room, and it's 360 full angle.

"You want to monitor me?"

"Don't stink, who has that Kung Fu." Jiang Xiaomi moved to the stool, chose a suitable location, installed the monitor, and then turned on the mobile phone to connect to the network.

After a while, song Zhenzhen's big face appeared in the video.

"Stay away. I'll see the angle."

Song Zhenzhen jumps down the stool and squats beside her.

After debugging, everything is normal. Jiang Xiaomi patted song Zhenzhen on the shoulder: "remember, no one can say anything about the monitor."

"Well."

"And if she's going to bully you again, call me."

"Well."

"Most importantly, if your fiance comes, you must keep him."

Song Zhenzhen just wanted to nod, suddenly stopped: "why?"

"Then you'll know."

I can't tell her clearly.

See time is almost, Jiang Xiaomi turned the window out, front foot walk, back foot Aunt Zhang came back.

See her crouch on the sofa, the facial expression is dull and stupid, suddenly don't get angry.

"What are you doing there? Get out of here."