Grab the C position in the heart of Ao Jiao Di Shao

Chapter 958 Shouldn't you care about the one who was beaten first?

Wan Meizhen nodded vigorously, "I also find it strange. Wen Ti'er used to speak very well, but now she speaks like a three-year-old child, whiny and stupid. I think her brain is probably broken."

Feng Wu sighed, "Hey, brother Chengxun is so pitiful, how could he fall into the hands of this kind of woman..."

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At that time, Feng Wu and Wan Meizhen spoke very quietly, but Mrs. Qiao heard it clearly. They did mention that Wen Ti'er became stupid.

Combined with the situation where Wen Ti'er hit her with a broom just now, Wen Ti'er's reaction was indeed abnormal.

Could it be that Wen Ti'er has really become stupid?
At this moment, Mrs. Qiao had the urge to turn around and return to Qiao Haoyuan.

After thinking about it, Mrs. Qiao held back her impulse again.

If Wen Ti'er hit her, she would definitely come to the door to apologize. When the time comes, she will observe and observe in person, and she will naturally know the answer.

If she returns to Qiao Haoyuan now, she will lose face and appear to lack the majesty of an elder.

Wendy, I'll wait for you!
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Qiao Hao Court.

Wen Tier squatted bored in front of a Juliet rose, staring at the petals in a daze.

Bu Qing stood behind her, while calling her young master to complain.

"Young Master, just now Madam came suddenly. I told Young Madam that Madam is a bad woman, but Madam took a broom and beat Madam up."

"..."

Ti'er, with you, even my mother-in-law would dare to beat her.

The corners of Qiao Chengxun's lips curled up in a helpless arc, and then worry rose on his brows.

"Is Tier injured?"

"..."

Bu Qingxin's heart: Young master, shouldn't you care about the one who was beaten first?

Well, she just likes the way the young master dotes on the young mistress so much, she is so handsome.

The more Xiao Nizi thought about it, the more excited she became, and she said with a smile: "If you go back to the young master, the young mistress is unscathed, but Madam, she was beaten a few times by the young mistress, and there will probably be bruises."

Qiao Chengxun: "You ask someone to buy some medicine and send it to my mother."

Bu gently raised his eyebrows, "Master, the young mistress hit her mother-in-law, so it should be polite to come to the door to apologize in person, right?"

Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice seemed to turn a little colder, "Tie'er doesn't need to abide by etiquette."

"But..." Bu Qingwei was a little worried, Madam was beaten by her daughter-in-law, she must be angry, just sending someone to deliver medicine, Madam would never compromise.

"Master, with Madam's character, I'm afraid she won't let it go."

"Wait until I get back."

After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Bu blinked lightly, young master, you are so unfilial...

That night.

Qiao Chengxun didn't get home until 07:30 after working overtime. As soon as he walked in the door, a soft body hugged him.

"Cheng Xun Cheng Xun!"

"Tie, are you being good at home today?"

"Yeah, I'm very good, and so is the baby!"

Wen Ti'er smiled foolishly, and raised her left cheek to be in front of the man.

Qiao Chengxun bowed his face tacitly, and planted a rewarding kiss on the small round face that was as white as jade, and made a beautiful kiss sound.

The girl looked like she had eaten candy, her eyes curved into crescent moons with a smile.

After changing the shoes, Qiao Chengxun took the girl's hand into the bathroom, washed his hands and sat at the dining table.

Wen Ti'er was more than four months pregnant, and her appetite increased greatly. She could eat almost anything as long as it was not greasy, and her mouth was covered with vegetable juice.

Qiao Chengxun sat next to her, took out a tissue, and wiped her mouth.

"Tie, did you hit someone today?"

"Uh," Wen Ti'er's body froze, realizing that she had done something wrong, she immediately admitted her mistake and lowered her head, not daring to look at his face, for fear that he would get angry.

(End of this chapter)