Missing you for the rest of my life

Chapter 899
Mom was right, grandma always thought of her in her heart, and hoped that she would live a good life, so good that she didn't care about what the Zhou family did to their family, and she let go of her prejudice against Zhou Chen.

At this moment of thinking too much, Su Wei suddenly hoped that grandma would return to being the grandma who was partial to her old age. It is the best state of life for people to do whatever they want when they are old, and they have worked hard for most of their lives. There is no need to worry about the younger generation in old age. , even though she felt the love in her heart, she also felt sorry for grandma who was old and couldn't be at ease. It was only because she had too many bad things, and she couldn't hide them every time she wanted to.

After Su Wei left Mrs. Su's room, she immediately called Zhou Xiao to ask her where she was now, and then wanted to meet her, but the phone couldn't get through.

The phone can't get through, should she file a lawsuit against Mrs. Tuesday in court first? No matter who the child belongs to, Mrs. Tuesday has already committed a crime, and it doesn't prevent her from investigating the matter in private.

After thinking twice, Su Wei decisively submitted a lawsuit to the court, and the court accepted the case.

The next day, Mrs. Tuesday received a court summons, and seeing that Su Wei sued her, she smiled coldly.

Even if you sue her, it's a done deal, and Su Wei will never be able to enter the Zhou family's gate again.But the hateful thing is that Su Wei left, and another Meng Zi came. As long as old man Zhou dared to order Meng Zi for Zhou Chen, she would not be relentless. Besides, Meng Zi was not as difficult to deal with as Su Wei, even though her son was gone, But she can't even think about it if she can't get someone else, even if the final position is still in Zhou Chen's hands, it doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't fall into the hands of other people.

In a trance, Mr. Tuesday, with a beer belly and a slightly open shirt collar, came in from the outside, humming a little song, looking very happy, seeing Mrs. Tuesday sitting on the European-style sofa with her arms open She stared at him coldly with her arms around her chest, paused her steps, changed her direction and walked towards her, sat down on the sofa opposite her, put her arms wide open on the back of the sofa indifferently, raised her legs, and raised her jaw slightly to look at him she.

"Honey, why are you so angry in broad daylight? Look, the weather is getting cold, why don't I accompany you to buy some clothes?"

Mrs. Zhou did not hide her dislike, and glanced at him with bored eyes, "The person who is about to enter the coffin is still spending time and money, how can you be shameless? Can you imitate your elder brother and third brother? There is no future at all, except drinking is gambling, can you?" It's a little bit of a peace of mind..."

"Then why don't you learn from the elder sister-in-law and the third sister-in-law? Look at how other people are their wives and mothers, and look at how you are a wife and mother. It's a difference between cloud and mud." Sneered and mocked, "I don't even have a son, and my daughter doesn't recognize me anymore. I have lived so many years in vain. Did I owe you my mother in my previous life, and come to harm me and my daughter in this life?" My son, I was so blind to marry such a useless bastard like you..."

The more Mrs. Zhou listened to him, the more embarrassing her expression became. Seeing that he looked drunk, what he said was orderly, not like nonsense, but she dared not talk to her like that when she said he was fat. Could it be that he was drunk? Tell the truth later.

"Did you say enough? Say enough and wash your mouth clean!"

"You're the one with an unclean mouth!" Master Tuesday got excited and straightened his body, "Your whole body is unclean!"

With a snap, several photos were taken out of his pocket and fell onto the coffee table. The surface of the coffee table was too slippery, and the photos slipped directly in front of Mrs. Tuesday, and one or two still fell at her feet.

(End of this chapter)