wife aggressive

Chapter 1 Only the newcomers laugh, but the old ones cry

In March in Yanjing City, it was warm and cold.

Qiao's Mansion, a large family in the east of the city, was decorated with lights and festoons, and it was full of joy.

Cars and horses were crowded in front of the tall gate with carved beams and painted pillars, and there was an endless stream of guests carrying various gifts in their bright clothes, and the half-foot-high threshold would have been lowered by three points.

Not to mention the guests, but the maids and boys who came and went to bring dishes and give away cups, all of them looked happy.

It's no wonder that marrying a wife and having children is a matter of great celebration, even ordinary people have to put on banquets, not to mention the Qiao's family who are doing money business and wealthy.

The whole Qiao Mansion was full of hustle and bustle, only the courtyard at the back of Qiao Mansion was silent, and the semi-old north room was lit like a bean, flickering and dim.

Shrinking her body, Yinliu, the married girl sitting in front of the bed, heard the faint sound of suona, gongs and drums coming from outside the courtyard wall, her pair of slender eyes couldn't help being covered with mist, and she lightly held her hands on the bed. On the bed, the young woman with a white veil over her eyes exposed her porcelain-white thin wrists outside the thin cotton quilt. She couldn't help it anymore, and she gently put her head on the palm of her hand and began to cry.

The wooden door slammed softly, but a girl in a pink shirt came in with a lantern, glanced at Yinliu's swaying shoulders, her thin eyebrows knit into a ball, and shouted to her loudly.

"We are all too busy to keep our feet on the ground, but you are here to relax! The eldest lady has something to say, I want you to wash your face quickly, change into clean clothes and go to the front to help!"

Yinliu wiped her eyes, a surge of indignation was already rising in her heart, as she was always weak, she rushed out with hard words.

"I won't go! Miss is in such a situation, how can she leave her alone!"

"A half-dead person, whether you look at it or not, it's the same as being buried in the ground!" The pink-shirted girl pouted and glanced at the old master on the bed, "I just pass on the message, it's up to you whether to go or not, the lady blames it, but It's your flesh and blood that suffers, so why bother with me!"

After saying that, he turned around, picked up the lantern and slammed the door.

"Hong Xing, thanks to the fact that you are still Miss's old friend, Miss has taken care of you in every possible way, and you turned your face faster than others!"

Yinliu sighed, lamenting the cruelty of the world, and got up to cover the wooden door that was not closed tightly.

The words of the conversation between the two fell into Yun Yun's ears lying on the bed, only hearing that Hong Xing's tricky tone, her heart was already full of anger.

(End of this chapter)