Genuine Brand and Green Tea's Battle for Husband

And the scene that Tan Qiuyu couldn't accept the most happened.

Song Zhijiao, who was sitting on the chair next to the funeral, let out a low chuckle from time to time, chatting with the ladies next to her.

There was a solemn atmosphere everywhere in the room, but Song Zhijiao's side attracted the attention of other people in the room.

But Tan Yueming stood aside, in front of everyone, he could only smile awkwardly at others, and didn't go forward to stop Song Zhijiao.

Those few people were chatting happily, maybe they didn't realize that their whispered discussion had attracted such a big attention.

Tan Qiuyu's face gradually turned cold. She didn't want to spoil the master's funeral, but someone disturbed it anyway!

Tan Qiuyu stared at Song Zhijiao, watching Song Zhijiao talking and laughing with others.

Until the last moment, Tan Qiuyu saw Song Zhijiao's contemptuous eyes towards her, and finally she couldn't suppress her anger.

Just as Ke Jingxing was about to walk towards Song Zhijiao and his party to clear them out, he saw Tan Qiuyu angrily walking towards Song Zhijiao.

"Mrs. Tan, this is my master's funeral, and I hope you pay attention to your words and deeds." Tan Qiuyu reminded with restrained anger.

Song Zhijiao glanced at Tan Qiuyu provocatively, and said with disdain: "Didn't I just say a few more words? Why, don't you let people talk? Do we have to cry with you?"

"Mrs. Tan, if you want to joke, go outside, I don't care! But at my master's funeral, I hope you can restrain yourself and don't let others think that you have no education at all!"

Hearing Tan Qiuyu directly scolding herself for being uneducated, Song Zhijiao couldn't help it anymore, and almost jumped up.

"Why are you uneducated? It was your master who died, not my master! Does my laughing hinder you?"

Song Zhijiao said, hugging her shoulders, adding fuel to the fire: "Speaking of which, if your master is not dead, it is impossible for me and these wives who are able to talk to me to meet, your master has created opportunities for us. "

As soon as the words fell, Tan Qiuyu's face was already livid.

Seeing Tan Qiuyu's indifferent face, the wives who were talking and laughing with Song Zhijiao hurriedly stood aside, as if they were afraid that Tan Qiuyu would get angry and hurt herself.

Tan Qiuyu stared into Song Zhijiao's eyes, causing Song Zhijiao to retort with a little confidence, "What? Did I say something wrong? Isn't it thanks to your master that we met?"

Tan Qiuyu couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed Song Zhijiao's freshly done hair.

"I didn't want to disturb my master's funeral, and I didn't want to pay attention to people like you, but you are too deceitful!"

With that said, Tan Qiuyu grabbed Song Zhijiao's hair and walked out, pushing Song Zhijiao out the door.

Song Zhijiao struggled, but was pushed violently by Tan Qiuyu, and fell staggeringly down the steps.

Song Zhijiao didn't expect Tan Qiuyu to embarrass herself in this way in full view, and to disrespect herself in this way.

Song Zhijiao got up, straightened her messy hair, and roared like a shrew, "Tan Qiuyu, how dare you treat me like this? Don't forget, I am your stepmother! I am your elder!"

Tan Qiuyu clapped her hands, stood on the steps and looked down at Song Zhijiao, "I don't care who you are? You don't want to step into this door today!"

She dared to be so rude at her master's funeral, no matter who she was, she would teach her a lesson!
Besides, she had already been heartbroken because of her master's death, and when she was exhausted and sad, didn't Song Zhijiao hit the muzzle of the gun?
"I want to go in today! I'm going to ruin your master's funeral, but I want to see what you can do to me!"

Song Zhijiao provoked unscrupulously, and rushed in as she spoke, running towards Tan Qiuyu.

Pushed away by a force, Song Zhijiao fell heavily to the ground again.

Taking a closer look, it was Ke Jingxing standing in front of him.

"Throw her outside for me, don't let her come near here!" Ke Jingxing commanded the bodyguard next to him in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Even though Song Zhijiao was thrown out by several bodyguards, the sound of yelling still echoed in the air.

Tan Qiuyu turned around and saw Tan Yueming's expression of extreme embarrassment.

Song Zhijiao has lost all his face in his life, right?
"Father, did I handle it properly?" Tan Qiuyu deliberately stepped forward, making everyone's eyes focus on Tan Yueming.

If Tan Yueming also came to mess up the funeral, he would end up in the same way.

But Tan Qiuyu may have worried too much, Tan Yueming had no intention of messing up Zhang Tianlu's funeral, and stood there obediently throughout the whole process, with a sad face on his face.

Tan Yueming naturally understood Tan Qiuyu's intentions and nodded, "Qiuyu, I agree with your approach."

By now, he has understood who is the most precious and cherished to him.

Tan Qiuyu glanced at Tan Yueming indifferently, turned around and walked aside without saying a word.

Tan family.

Tan Yueming slapped Song Zhijiao's face so hard that several slap marks appeared on Song Zhijiao's face.

"What do you want to do?"

Tan Yueming squeezed Song Zhijiao's chin fiercely, and asked through gritted teeth, "I ask you, what do you want to do? Hmm? What exactly do you want to do!"

Song Zhijiao looked at Tan Yueming, his eyes gradually changed from timidity to fearlessness.

"I'm still not because of you! How you did it, I'm just venting!" Song Zhijiao said with difficulty.

Tan Yueming let go of his hand, and asked Song Zhijiao sharply, "Because of me? Could it be that I asked you to do this? Song Zhijiao, don't you know these rules and regulations as the wife of the Tan family?"

"Do you know, because of you, I, Tan Yueming, lost all face today!"

Song Zhijiao covered her face, and asked dejectedly, "You've been thinking about that woman these days, haven't you?"

Surprise flashed across Tan Yueming's eyes, but Song Zhijiao didn't expect Song Zhijiao to know.

"What are you talking about!" Tan Yueming waved his hand and turned to look out the window.

"If you hadn't missed that woman all the time, I wouldn't have made such a fuss at her master's funeral! Since her mother made it difficult for me, then don't let her have a good time either!"

"Why are you so vicious? That's Qiu Yu, my daughter!"

"So what? Her mother has been dead for 20 years, and you're still thinking about her here! Could it be that I, Song Zhijiao, are not as good as a dead person?"

Tan Yueming stared at Song Zhijiao, and just about to blurt out the vicious words, they stopped on his lips and teeth again.

She won't understand, and there's no need to explain anything to her.

"Let me tell you, these are two different things!" Tan Yueming pointed at the tip of Song Zhijiao's nose, "If you dare to continue like this, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Song Zhijiao also had a cold expression on her face, as if she had no love in her life.