My wife has always been timid

Hearing her rhetorical question, a look of unnaturalness flashed across Zhong Jinxiang's face.

"This, I still need to inquire about this? You want to make your debut and wrote your mother's script, so you naturally want to play your mother. How beneficial is this to you..."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Su Zhenshan aggrievedly, reminding Su Qingcheng how conscientious he was.

Sure enough, Su Zhenshan's expression darkened.

Su Zhenshan looked at Fu's mother apologetically, but still couldn't suppress his anger towards Su Qingcheng: "Ma'am, although this girl is your future daughter-in-law, she has bad conduct. I, Su, would not dare to entrust such a daughter to you. The reception is not good today, please go back first."

Is this going to ask Fu's mother to leave and teach her a good lesson?
"Oh?" Fu's mother just laughed lightly, but she glanced at Zhong Jinxiang with her slightly cold eyes, implying: "Let me go? Su Zhenshan, An Lan and I are also sisters who met each other late, and they are also alluring. Future mother-in-law, if you really want to leave, you, Xu Xian, surnamed Zhong, should leave, right?"

what?
Zhong Jinxiang's face turned green, but she didn't dare to get angry, she gritted her teeth and said, "Ma'am, how can you talk like that..."

As I spoke, tears came down.

Fu's mother didn't like this, she snorted coldly: "Stop pretending to be pitiful in front of me, with a face similar to An Lan's, but making such a disgusting expression, tsk..."

Su Zhenshan glanced at the weeping Zhong Jinxiang, and frowned.

During the whole process, Mother Fu was not in a hurry, she was dignified and elegant, just like her, a lady from a great family when she was not out of the cabinet, and the head of the house after marrying into Fu's house, she was full of one word: grandeur.

On the other hand, what about Zhong Jinxiang?

Even with An Lan's face, he was extremely contrived, with a natural air of pettiness.

Su Zhenshan looked at Zhong Jinxiang meaningfully, and the idea of ​​marrying the wrong wife came up again.

Older gingers are more spicy.

With just a few words from Fu's mother, Zhong Jinxiang's image in Su Zhenshan's heart can be greatly reduced.

Su Qingcheng was amazed!

She plucked up the courage to look at Su Zhenshan, and said solemnly: "Father, as I said, I just want to remember my mother's life, I didn't blog about my mother, and I even made this movie without any purpose.

If you have to give me a hat, I think... I just want to use this movie to wake up someone's conscience!

Let him not like the new and dislike the old, but only remember the new love and forget about the dead wife! "

"you--"

Su Zhenshan blushed, pointed at her, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

Snapped!
With a slap in the face, Su Qingcheng calmly pressed his tongue against the face that had been slapped, and he no longer felt the pain.

Mother Fu's eyes were full of astonishment.

"Su Zhenshan!" The next second, Mother Fu hurriedly wrapped her in her arms and yelled at Su Zhenshan angrily.

Su Qingcheng quickly hugged Fu's mother's arm, and shook her head at her.

In fact, she did it on purpose.

What is a slap?
She just wanted to make Su Zhenshan even more angry, hate her, scold her, and even beat her. No matter how hard she was beaten, she would win beautifully at that time!

"Father, are you guilty?"

Seeing the anger on Su Zhenshan's face, she gave another light snort indifferently, looking like a bad boy who never changed.

"Naughty girl! I see you refuse to change after repeated admonitions!"

Su Zhenshan was really pissed off by being so unruly.

He dragged her to the depths of the corridor.

In the deep part of the corridor, in the last room, there is a memorial tablet dedicated to the mother. If the brothers and sisters made mistakes, they would be dragged in and kneel inside, and they would be released when they realized their mistakes.

Bang!
A loud bang!
Suddenly the door of the living room was knocked open, and Kong Ang rushed in first in embarrassment.

Then, a tall figure appeared at the door of the living room.

Behind the man was the pitch-black night. He stood there with his outline tense, his eyes filled with haze, and bursts of murderous aura flooded into the living room.

The man spoke with a gloomy voice:

"Uncle Su, as I said, I hope this kind of thing won't happen again."

And just behind Fu Xiuyuan, a slender figure flashed out again, making everyone's eyes widen in disbelief...