After rebirth, I used medical skills to overwhelm the rich

Jiang Bao'er quickly ran into the box, and when she saw the scene inside, she paused.

In the huge box, there were fragments of dishes everywhere, and the food soup was splashed everywhere, and there was almost no place to set foot.

This tragic scene is enough to show how angry Wen Cheng was just now.

Besides Wen Heng, there was another woman in the box.

Hearing her footsteps, the two looked over at the same time.

Jiang Bao'er saw the woman's appearance clearly, she had beautiful features, she looked very young, her eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Wen Heng's, she should be Wen Heng's mother.

She looks very weak, the dodder type, and her movements and demeanor have a bit of tenderness.

Mrs. Wen only glanced at Jiang Baoer, then turned to look at Wen Heng again.

With that weak and pitiful face, she sternly preached to Wen Heng, her voice was sharp: "Can you stop being so stubborn, that's your father, your elder, you should respect him and let him go .”

"Your father didn't let you contact your grandfather. It was for your own good. Your grandfather never liked me marrying your father. He looked down on our husband and wife, and also looked down on you. Why do you still have a hot face and a cold ass?"

"Don't say your dad is going to get angry, I want to get angry too. Wen Heng, let me tell you one last time, go back and confess your mistakes to your dad, and don't go to see your grandfather, do you hear me?"

Wen Heng was in a trance, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Baoer's direction, his lips were pale and dry, and his teeth were clenched tightly.

He originally thought that he didn't care about anything anymore, but he didn't expect that the most embarrassing appearance was seen by the person he least wanted.

Jiang Baoer was frightened by the despair in Wen Heng's eyes, and her eyelashes trembled wildly.

Hearing that Mrs. Wen was still talking about making Wen Heng subdued, for some reason, she got angry and said to Wen Heng in a cold voice: "Wen Heng, do you want to do a paternity test?"

Her words made the box quiet for a while.

Jiang Bao'er walked towards Wen Heng with a serious expression: "Seriously, let's do a paternity test, maybe you were adopted."

Before Mrs. Wen could react, she subconsciously said: "What paternity test, he is my son who was born in October of my pregnancy. We look so similar, how could it be adopted!"

Jiang Bao'er glanced at her coldly: "Really, how can I see you and Wen Cheng treat him as if they were enemies. It's okay for Wen Cheng to be a scumbag. You are his mother, and you force him like this. Step on the ground with your dignified face, are you worthy to be a mother?"

Mrs. Wen blushed when she was told, and said angrily, "Who are you? This is our family business, and no one else needs to intervene."

"I'm Wen Heng's friend." Jiang Bao'er raised her chin slightly: "I'm too lazy to take care of other people's affairs. I can't bear to see who made you go so far."

She said, and snorted coldly: "It is said that licking love is deep, and even animals know how to protect their children. You are good, you can't stand up by yourself, and you don't have any prospects. You still hold your son and let him lie on the ground." On the ground, you are nothing like a beast."

As Jiang Baoer said, she took Wen Heng's arm and protected him behind her. Her petite body seemed to contain huge energy.

"You don't protect him. As his friend, I will never sit idly by. I've never seen you be so fucking..."

Zhao Qijun is a scumbag father who is not as good as a beast, but Jiang Baoer's two mothers have treated her very well, so it is even more difficult for her to understand what Mrs. Wen thinks.

"Wen Heng might as well be adopted, at least without this blood relationship, he wouldn't have any expectations of you."

Mrs. Wen's eyes were red with anger, and her lips trembled.

In her heart, she knew that the situation of Wen Heng's family was abnormal, but she, a dodder flower, a woman who regards her husband as her god, just wanted to shrink back, trying to whitewash the peace, trying to press down on Wen Heng's protruding head, and interrupted her. His spine, keeping the surface calm.

Her lips moved slightly, as if muttering to herself: "You, you don't understand at all, we are doing it for his own good..."

Jiang Bao'er waved her hand impatiently: "Don't tell me what you have or what you don't have. It's just wishful thinking for his own good. In the end, it's just selfishness."

When she said this, she suddenly paused, and looked at Mrs. Wen with a half-smile: "What's more, are you really doing it for him?"