A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

These are all the tricks of this bitch. She just wants to suppress you so that she can become the most powerful and trustworthy person for her wife.

In these years in the mansion, Mrs. Gu has done a lot of bad things. Yesterday she almost killed several of us. She was cruel and ruthless, and both men and gods were angry. She did too little. "

It turned out that there was such a thing back then, Mrs. Gu really should have been beaten.

If the Huang family did not have Mrs. Gu, it would be like a wild wolf without its canine teeth. Now Mrs. Gu is only injured, if...

There was a sneer on An Xiaoqing's lips, remembering the classic sentence from Zhou Xingchi's movie, "If you come out to hang out, you have to pay it back."

Mrs. Huang, you wait, you will eventually pay back what you owe our mother and daughter. Hitting Mrs. Gu is only the first step.

The next day was the day when An Xiaoqing entered the palace. Early in the morning, An Xiaoqing dressed up and went to Shou'an Hall.

Nanny Wang had been waiting outside the house a long time ago. When she saw An Xiaoqing, she raised the curtain without saying anything.

In the East Wing, Mrs. Pei was sitting on the pit, holding a string of rosary beads and meditating on something.

When An Xiaoqing entered, she was still reading, so An Xiaoqing stood aside with lowered eyebrows, waiting quietly.

Although Mrs. Pei is in her 60s, she has fair skin and clear eyebrows.

It can be seen that she was also a great beauty when she was young, but her lips were a bit thin, and when she pressed them tightly, her whole face showed a sharp look, making it difficult to get close to her.

"Sit down." The old lady seemed to have just finished reading a chapter of Buddhist scriptures, pointing to the embroidered stool beside her lightly.

An Xiaoqing knelt down and saluted, but she refused to sit down after getting up: "Granddaughter just stand and listen to the old lady's reprimand."

It's important, the old lady nodded slightly, and didn't force it, Wang Momo turned around and went into the side room, and brought some dried fruit for refreshment.

"Eat, Madam may not have something for you to eat." The old lady pointed to the snacks on the table and said.

An Xiaoqing's heart warmed. It seemed that although the old lady seldom knew anything, she didn't know everything.

Mrs. Huang is really mean. Although An Xiaoqing is now a lady, her three meals a day are still simple. In the morning, there are a few steamed buns with a small pot of porridge that can be seen, and a plate of pickles.

Compared with Hongxia's previous days, she received a lot of preferential treatment, but An Xiaoqing used to be Mrs. Fu, and although Chen Zihan was often not at home, she never spent much on food and clothing. Very affluent, where did I live such a poor life.

Although the refreshments are abundant, they are not uncommon. They are just a few pieces of mung bean osmanthus cake and the like.

An Xiaoqing ate a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, took another sip of tea, and praised: "The old lady's tea is from the tip of the hair before the Qingming Festival. The fragrance enters the lungs. It's delicious."

The old lady raised her brows and said with a smile: "You are so tricky, you can tell that it is tea before the Qingming Festival. I just don't believe that Wang Momo said that you have changed now, but now it seems that you have really changed. .”

An Xiaoqing smiled and said, "The granddaughter is still the same granddaughter as before. It's just that after a person dies once, if he doesn't want to die again, he has to change."

The old lady looked at An Xiaoqing quietly for a moment before saying, "It was you who suffered in the past."

An Xiaoqing lowered her head and did not answer.

Is this expressing resentment?Is it because I didn't take care of their wives before?

The old lady was startled, and then laughed. This is her true temperament. If there is a grudge, there is a grudge. It is not hypocritical to please, and not to make superficial articles.