Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

An Xia couldn't help but raise her brows, and asked with a smile, "Bo, father, when did you come?"

"An Xia! What's your attitude?" Bo Zhiqing tensed his handsome face, and said in a deep anger: "My grandfather is kind to help you, what's your attitude?"

"After being locked for three months, I thought you would reflect on why you were not likable and why you were hated by everyone. I didn't expect to get worse and even more annoying!"

He just hates such a cruel girl!

Yang Yang's whereabouts are unknown, and Aunt Mu shed tears all day long.

The old lady Ann had a stroke and was in bed without money, so she settled down well. She was so injured that she could only live in the basement!

Such a cruel and cruel person should be sent to the prison to die of old age!

An Xia didn't bother to look at Bo Zhiqing, only looking at Old Man Bo.

Bo Zhiqing, who was in his early days, instead of helping Song Zhengwei, he **** himself off.

"Grandpa!" The voice suppressing anger was even more embarrassing.

It's too arrogant to not even look at him directly!

Only then did Old Man Bo sigh: "I just arrived."

Little girl, what kind of backer makes her so arrogant?

Mrs. Song's brothers in the capital are here, and Ai's family, although it is not a prominent wealthy family, it has a foundation.

Ai, Bo, and Song can always dig out her backer.

"Oh, just here." An Xia chuckled, her eyes scornful, "I thought you saw Madam Song's injury with your own eyes."

The old man Bo knew what she meant. The old man's face did not change a bit when he practiced **** his face. .

Kindly sighed: "Mrs. Song can't hurt herself, Xia Xia, knowing a mistake can be corrected, it is great, you are still young, and you should correct if you make a mistake. No one will say anything.

"But if you go your own way and make mistakes again and again, even if Grandpa Bo is willing to help you, your conscience will be uneasy."

"Xia Xia, admit it wrong, Grandpa Bo throws away this old face, and asks Mr. Song for you. This matter..."

Madame Song, who was so painful that she was sweating cold all over her body, was furious, and gritted her teeth: "Pleasure? Who...who dares to ask, just...just to me...and my Song family! Bitch...bitch, you give... ...I...I wait...wait!"

"Zhengwei, she first killed us...daughter, and stabbed...stabbed...stab me, don't let go... let her go! Don't let her go."

"Brother...you...you help me, help...help Zhengwei, don't let go... let her go!"

After losing too much blood, Mrs. Song's face was as pale as paper, and she paused every time she said a word, and heard Song Zhengwei's heart beating.

"I know, don't talk, I will deal with it." Song Zhengwei said solemnly, "This time, I will definitely not let her go. Don't worry."

Old man Bo sighed again and again, "Xia Xia, why do you bother?"

Fake benevolence and false righteousness to Anxia nausea.

No wonder this waste of Bo Zhiqing can be cultivated.

The roots are rotten, what good things can be raised?

Turn around and move again.

After examining his sister’s wound, Ai Tingze stood up and finally spoke, “Miss An, you’d better stand here today and don’t move a step, otherwise...”

Intentionally paused, it was an obvious threat.

An Xia just wanted to know who he was, and smiled, "otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, miss An Xia don't think about the future." Ai Tingze waved, motioning his bodyguard to surround An Xia.

A loud, majestic voice suddenly came: "What a big tone! I want to see, who will not make Xiao An's life difficult!"