Drifting Towards You

Mrs. Mu seemed to be angry with laughter, the wrinkles on her face looked like flowers, but they were also a little cute.

"see a visitor out."

When the words were over, a servant sent Su Xiangwan out of the gate.

Xiang Yi had been waiting in front of the door. After she got into the big man's car, Xiang Yi kept driving behind her.

It seems uneasy.

Sitting in the car, Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes slightly.

This old lady Mu deserves to be famous, and calling her over today can be said to be a scrutiny.

She was in a difficult situation in her previous life. Song Ziming's grandfather treated her well, so he taught her the tea ceremony so that she could cultivate her body and become calm in the chaos.

Never thought, but I used it today.

I don't know what the old lady Mu thinks, it's really hard to see through.

And here, the woman in her fifties who sent Su Xiangwan out of the courtyard house returned to Mrs. Mu and asked: "What does the old lady think of Miss Su?"

The old lady took a sip of the tea cup, and said lightly, "Reluctantly."

Mu Beiting didn't know that Su Xiangwan was invited by Mrs. Mu.

But he went there in person that night.

Resolutely refuse to marry Zhao Xinning.

But the old lady's oil and salt didn't get in, and it seemed to have little effect.

Simply, Mu Beiting broke the jar.

"Grandma, Su Xiangwan and I have already obtained the certificate, so don't worry about it."

Mrs. Mu was furious immediately, leaning on the leading cane and stood up: "You tell me again!"

"Su Xiangwan and I have already obtained the certificate, don't worry about it."

"Now, go and divorce me immediately!" Mrs. Mu was very angry, and the wrinkles on her face trembled slightly.

Mu Beiting's eyes were cold, and he slowly said, "Unless I die."

"You!" Mrs. Mu lifted the leading cane and slammed a cane on Mu Beiting's leg.

Mu Beiting remained motionless.

Grandma treated him very well since he was a child. Although she was quite strict with him, she had exhausted her efforts to train him.

But let him divorce later, oh, impossible.

"You kneel down for me!" The old lady was full of anger and her voice was ear-splitting.

Mu Beiting knelt in front of the Mu family's ancestral hall, with a straight posture.

Mrs. Mu said coldly: "You don't want to get divorced, do you know you are wrong?"

"Don't leave." Mu Beiting was straightforward, and simply couldn't stop it.

Mrs. Mu sneered: "My family is unfortunate, my family is unfortunate! I tell you, I will never allow such glamorous women to enter this house. If you are married, you have to leave me, and if you don't leave, you have to leave me!"

Mu Beiting's dark eyes were deep, and he looked at her directly and said, "Then I will move out of Mu's house."

Mrs. Mu was so angry that she raised her hand with a cane and drew it on his back: "You say it again!"

The old lady was not weak, and when she came down with a few crutches, Mu Beiting's thin lips pressed lightly, a thin layer of sweat oozes out of her forehead, and her face turned pale.

"If grandma doesn't accept her, I can sever relationship with Mu's family."

"Niezi, shameless offspring!"

The old lady raised a cane after a cane, and slammed his back with a bang.

Mu Beiting's forehead was full of blue veins, his shirt was wet with sweat, his big hands hung on his side and clenched into a fist, his eyes were slightly lowered, but he still knelt straight in front of the ancestral hall, motionless.

I don't know how long it took, and traces of blood leaked from the back of the white shirt.

The salty sweat overflowed, and there was a kind of stinging pain, which was particularly confusing.

Mrs. Mu played for a long time before she was able to stop her hand, panting hard, "Asshole thing."