Madam Dihao is not good

Le notices that the Su residence is usually as noisy as a bar.

People in the nearby villas dared not come to offer their opinions, and the servants dared not speak out, and they didn't care if Su Shijie was not at home!

Chanel couldn't go out, and she couldn't compose or read a book while listening to such a loud voice.

She felt like her brain was going to explode every day.

Behind her back, she pretended to be a nearby resident and dialed 110, but when the other party heard that it was Su's house, she immediately said "It's not under our control" and then silenced it. [

I guess I dare not take care of it?

This life of captivity and abuse seems to be boundless...

She really wanted to fly out of the big prison of Su Zhai!

But when she thinks that the baby is already born, and she will not have much time to endure, she will feel relieved again.

This afternoon, the Su residence was rare and quiet.

Wen Wanrou accepted an announcement for an entertainment program, and left after lunch.The servants breathed a sigh of relief and gathered in the living room in twos and threes to chat.

Chanel took the guitar, pen and paper, and sat on the lounge chair in the front yard.

The weather is rare today, the sun is warm.The days have been cold and cloudy, and it has not been warm for a long time.

Chanel tried to sing, sat on the recliner, enjoying a comfortable and quiet time.

But the backlog of emotions in the past few days made her depressed, and she hadn't created for too long, Chanel's mind was blank, and she couldn't continue to create...

If this continues, she will be destroyed!

Therefore, after spending the whole morning, Chanel had no thoughts at all, and her mood was unavoidably frizzy.

While having lunch, Wen Wanrou came back...

Chanel didn't expect her to come back. Didn't Aunt Li say that she was informed that she wouldn't come back for dinner tonight?

Wen Wanrou was furious, as if she had been offended by someone, her face was darkened, and when she came back, she threw and smashed things that were not pleasing to the eye.Later, I heard her talking on the phone in the front yard, yelling and cursing, she was like a shrew.

"This Miss Wen is usually a big name."

The servants quickly heard the clue: "It seems that this entertainment program is inviting