My wife has always been timid

"you will not!"

"You will only block me in the mansion like a few months ago, order someone to drain my blood, and give it to your favorite son, and take my life to save his life mercilessly!"

"You say Mr. Fu is ruthless, but how much emotion do you have left after being immersed in the mansion for decades!"

The voice is sonorous and resounding.

Mother Fu opened her mouth in astonishment, and stared at the indifferent girl in front of her in astonishment. Thousands of words were blocked in her throat, and she couldn't say a single word.

After all, she underestimated the girl's blood.

"Allure..."

"Don't call me that." Su Qingcheng gave her a cold look with sideways eyes, and sneered: "Madam Fu's intentions are obvious, so there is no need to put on an act here. The guests in the mourning hall are constantly coming and going. As the head of the Fu family , shouldn’t you just sit firmly in the middle hall and show off to the outside world that you, Madam Fu, are you?”

"Qingcheng, why do you have to fight me tit for tat? You always want to marry into the Fu family, so why do you want to be so rigid with me all the time?"

Mother Fu's patience seemed to be exhausted, and her tone became slightly more serious.

Su Qingcheng was laughed out of anger.

Mr. Fu, that unlovable old man, is probably smarter than the person in front of him.

She had already said that she didn't mean to be with Fu Xiuyuan. Was it because she didn't speak loudly enough, or was Mother Fu pretending not to hear her on purpose?

Different road non-phase plan.

She turned sideways, propped her head on her hands and looked towards the garden in the distance, leaving only the back of Fu's head dark.

The atmosphere was exceptionally quiet for a moment.

Mother Fu also saw that Su Qingcheng didn't want to talk to her, so she pursed her lips, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally lowered her eyes and sighed, turned around and walked slowly down the small bridge, towards the direction of the mourning hall.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps completely disappeared that Su Qingcheng straightened her body back.

From the corner of her eye, she happened to see the back of Fu's mother entering the hall of the main building. Su Qingcheng's eyes darkened, and she caressed the soiled clothes when she was pressed against the railing unhappily.

The clothes were worn from Shen Zhimo last time. The pure black top was stitched together with a long skirt with crossed black and white shapes. The simple colors set off the heavy atmosphere in Fu's house today.

There was still sorrow and joy coming from the front, and she could hear her rubbing her bewildered forehead.

There were more and more dark clouds in the sky, and the autumn wind began to rage mercilessly. Su Qingcheng felt a little cold, raised her wrist to look at the time, turned around and planned to go back to her room to rest.

"Miss Qingcheng."

Suddenly there was a call from behind, Su Qingcheng had just turned around, and couldn't help but look back again.

The person dressed as a bodyguard stood under the bridge. Seeing her turn around, he bowed respectfully and saluted: "Miss Qingcheng, madam invites you to attend the funeral of the old man."

"what?"

Su Qingcheng frowned slightly, and looked suspiciously in the direction of the mourning hall.

She and the woman were so unhappy just now, that they could invite her to attend Mr. Fu's funeral?

"Forget it." Su Qingcheng waved his hand and refused without even thinking about it, and smiled coldly: "The funeral is your Fu family's business, and it has nothing to do with me as an outsider."

She said she was leaving.

However, the bodyguard hurriedly caught up with her, stretched out his arms to stop her, and said anxiously and helplessly: "But Madam said that I must invite you over, and the Patriarch also tacitly allowed Madam to do so."

Fu Xiuyuan?
"Miss Qingcheng, you go to accompany the Patriarch, he has been standing alone for a long time, it will be easier if you are by his side."

Before she could speak, the bodyguard tried to persuade her again.

Su Qingcheng couldn't help rubbing his forehead, thought for two or three seconds, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, lead the way ahead..."

"Okay, thank you Miss Qingcheng for saving face, I will take you to change clothes first."

"Do you want to change clothes?"

"Yes, madam said that your clothes are not suitable for the occasion, so I have prepared another clothes for you." The bodyguard led the way in front, explaining in a regular manner.

Niu Gaomada's figure is strong and powerful. When he explained the reason, he glanced at the girl behind him from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his lips curled up in a sinister arc...