The Queen of Gossip

"Saori! Have you done anything to your future husband?" The lord's eyes fell on the blood-stained streamer, and he said sharply, "Do you know that in Japan, women must obey their husbands absolutely!"

"Obey? Even my mother can't obey, so how can I?!" Su Wanqing gritted her teeth, her eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and she pointed at the lord with a bloody streamer in her hand.

Speaking of Su Jiuge, the lord's face suddenly sank, and he shouted angrily: "Sinister, you mother and daughter are all evildoers!"

Su Wanqing sneered, looking at this octogenarian with inconvenient legs and feet defiantly, the sarcasm in the corner of her eyes was unmistakable.

"It is because of macho chauvin pigs like you that my mother's tragedy happened. Do you think I will repeat the same mistakes?"

"Do you think I don't know anything, old man, you killed my father and forced my mother to jump into the sea and have plastic surgery!"

The lord was furious, picked up his crutches, and threw it viciously in Su Wanqing's direction.

It's a pity that he was old and his accuracy was not very good, and the crutches were thrown on the glass cabinet behind him, making a loud "cracking" sound.

"Who allowed you to say that? Is it Jiuzi? She is my adopted daughter, and can only be mine. Don't you just want to call me out just because you look exactly like her!"

The octogenarian in his 60s let out a hoarse roar, his wrinkled face twisted.

His health was very bad, and when he was excited, he began to have asthma spasms, which was extremely painful.

"Lord Lord!"

A green light flashed in the room, and the ninja puppet who had been hiding in the dark suddenly appeared, quickly took out a medicine bottle from the drawer, and put it in front of the lord's nose.

The old man took two deep breaths, and his convulsed body gradually calmed down, and his asthma also subsided.

From Su Wanqing's perspective, she could see the pale death on the old man's face.

With just one glance, she knew that his body was very weak, he was plagued by serious diseases, and he had been using precious medicinal materials to hang himself.

The reason why he was so anxious to let Hoshino Huang go to X City to find her, and arranged them to get married in a hurry, was nothing more than wanting to pass on the mantle to the next generation.

But—the words he yelled at her just now in a panic made her very concerned.

The puppet concubine was busy helping the old man hang his life, and was so anxious that she didn't notice that Su Wanqing had already walked slowly to the desk.

On the desk was a photo album, very thick and thick, and I flipped through it at will, all of which were photos of my mother, Su Jiuge.

There are everything from childhood to teenage years, and many of them are photos of the lord and his mother in their prime.

From the photo, she could see that the lord's eyes on his mother had an infatuation that surpassed the relationship between father and daughter. Although it was hidden deeply, she was still keenly captured.

No one is more familiar with this kind of gaze than Su Wanqing. During the more than a year of living in the Luo family villa, Luo Mingxuan stared at her day and night...

With a sullen face, the puppet girl took out a handful of kunai, and said to Su Wanqing coldly, "Miss Sazhi, if you hurt the lord again, don't blame me for being rude!"

Even though the lord was angry, he still stretched out his hand and put it on the puppet's wrist, his white eyes were full of restraint.

"Master!" Puppet Ji spoke anxiously, her eyes fell on Su Wanqing's blood-stained streamer, and said, "Miss Sazhi has been in China for many years and has no friendship with you, sir, why do you still protect her so much? "