The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1208

"I know."

Aunt Wen paused with a smile on her face, "What did Miss Nan say?"

"I said I know, he didn't mention me to you, but grandma has seen me many times, and she agrees."

Aunt Wen's eyelids twitched, "Which grandma?"

Nan Jiaojiao looked at her strangely, "I'm sorry, let me ask, who are you from Mr. Bo?"

"I am his wife."

Aunt Wen's self-confidence was thoroughly watered down by Nan Jiaojiao as soon as she opened her mouth.

"That grandma in Rongcheng, shouldn't she be called wife?"

Aunt Wen froze, and said stiffly: "Miss Nan doesn't know something. The previous generations of the Bo family are rich families, and more than one wife has passed through the door openly."

"Oh, it's the main wife and concubine."

Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyes ignorantly, "Then Aunt Wen, you are..."

She didn't say the following words, she seemed to have discovered some great secret, so she quickly covered her mouth.

The word "little concubine" can be regarded as stepping on Aunt Wen's painful feet. In fact, she has secretly elevated her identity. She has never been in the door at all. Her biggest advantage is that she is young and young, and she can drive everyone else away, or to death.

These years, she has been the only one by Lao Bo's side, and her confidence has become more and more powerful. The more times she is praised by others, the more she will drift away. What she hates the most is her own background, and she is most jealous of others calling her a "little concubine" ".

"I'm really sorry, I don't know, I'm just surprised that the Qing Dynasty has been dead for so many years, and I can still see the living concubine."

Aunt Wen was so angry that she gritted her teeth, took a deep breath secretly, suppressed her anger, raised her hand to stroke the rim of the teacup, and said with a light smile: "It's okay, Miss Nan is from a small place, it's normal if you don't understand, the Bo family is a big family, and it's not Anyone who wants to enter can enter, and the one who will be qualified to sit in front of me in the future may not be you, Miss Nan."

Nan Jiaojiao pretended not to understand.

Aunt Wen originally wanted to beat her up, but after a few words, she already regarded Nan Jiaojiao as someone like Deng Chan.

It disgusts her.

I don't want to say any more, I just said: "Since Ms. Nan came here as Yan Qing's friend, then she should be a good friend and be careful in the future. Yan Qing's wife is going to show off to the old man. For some dreams, you wake up earlier and recognize the reality better than suffer in the future.”

Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows modestly, "I will remember what the elders taught."

Aunt Wen snorted coldly, "Just remember it, don't give it away."

Nan Jiaojiao stood up and nodded politely to Aunt Wen.

The eyeballs of Han Che in the car almost fell off.

Is he right?
As far as Mrs. Young's temperament is concerned, it's fine if she doesn't poke a hole in the sky. Aunt Wen made it clear that she was here to find trouble. How could Mrs. Young maintain a good face and salute when she left.

This is taken away, right?
Seeing people approaching, he quickly got out of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and asked without holding back, "Young Madam, you can make trouble, and Mr. Bo can take care of you no matter how big the trouble is, don't let Aunt Wen too much." .”

Nan Jiaojiao said, "Who said I let her go?"

"Then what was your attitude just now?"

"Haven't you heard that soft knives kill people the deadliest?"

She knew that Aunt Wen was here to trouble her, and she could also see that Aunt Wen was a strong-willed person. Instead of making noises with red faces, it would be better to stab her with a knife in the heart.

(End of this chapter)