The mother of the Hou family eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and went crazy, I won by sucking milk

In the stalemate.

Nanny Su lifted the curtain of the carriage.

Jiang Wanqing carried Xiaoxiao and got off the carriage.

He glanced at everyone with a hint of apology on his face: "Sorry, I made you all laugh."

Then, Jiang Wanqing said to Mo Yu, "Just teach him a lesson. Leave some money for his medical treatment. Although my husband is dead, it doesn't mean anyone can speak rudely to him. In the future, I don't want anyone to make fun of my husband again."

Jiang Wanqing never glanced at Zhou Zigu from beginning to end.

But she could feel Zhou Zigu's burning gaze.

[Eh~ He really is a scumbag dad! ]

[In my previous life, my scumbag dad came back after waiting for more than ten years. How come this time, he came back in just over a year? ]

[Why do I feel like many things are no longer happening the way they did in my previous life... What is going on... It's so strange, it seems... every time something bad happens, it's because of my mother that I can turn it around...]

[But the scumbag daddy’s injury looks so painful...]

Jiang Wanqing's eyelids twitched slightly, and she calmly stretched out her hand to block Xiaoxiao's sight.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu bowed to Jiang Wanqing.

Then he took out a silver ingot from the pouch around his waist.

Thrown on Zhou Zigu.

With a threatening tone, he said, "Keep this money for medical treatment. Don't worry, I will tell two servants to carry you to the doctor later. But don't offend my son-in-law again in the future!"

Jiang Wanqing and Mo Yu's words were absolutely flawless.

Anyone who heard this would only think that they were doing it to maintain the face of the Xingchang Marquisate and Zhou Zigu.

Zhou Zigu looked at the silver in front of his chest and felt insulted.

He opened his eyes, stared at Jiang Wanqing, and tried hard to open his mouth: "Jiang Wanqing! Look at me carefully, I am your husband Zhou Zigu!"

Without waiting for Mo Yu to speak.

The people around started talking at once.

"How can you be so ungrateful! People have already let you go, and you still mention Zhou Zigu!"

"Do you really want others to cripple your hands again?"

"I think it's useless even if we cripple his hands. Let's just make him mute. If he can't speak, then don't speak."

"No wonder he is a cripple. He is looking for trouble like this. I think the broken leg he had earlier was also looking for trouble with someone else, so he had his leg broken."

Everyone looked at Zhou Zigu and felt a hint of anger.

Mo Yu even instructed the two guards beside him, "Carry him to the pharmacy to check his leg injury, and ask the doctor to check his brain. I think his brain injury is more serious!"

When Zhou Zigu heard this and looked at the guards walking towards him, he became a little anxious.

He pulled aside the two dragon whiskers on his face?

He quickly said, "Jiang Wanqing! Look at me! I am your husband!"

Unfortunately, at the beginning, Mo Yu aimed the whip at Zhou Zigu's face.

The whips left red marks all over Zhou Zigu's body.

Add to that the blood that was seeping out, it was impossible to tell that the person in front of him was Zhou Zigu.

Even just looking at it is a bit scary.

Mo Yu waved at the two guards, looking impatient: "Why don't you drag him away!"

After saying that, Mo Yu threw three more silver ingots towards Zhou Zigu.

He said impatiently: "If you want to extort money, there is no need to do so. I will just give you more money."

Zhou Zigu looked at the three silver ingots thrown by the other party and suddenly laughed out of anger.

Two guards held Zhou Zigu's hands, one on the left and one on the right.

Just as I was about to leave.

"Stop it all!"

An angry voice suddenly came.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw that Madam Zhou from the Marquis of Xingchang's Mansion had come out of the mansion at some point.

She brought a few old ladies with her and walked towards Jiang Wanqing and his group.

Seeing the appearance of Old Madam Zhou, Zhou Zigu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The two guards also stopped and stood aside.

Old Madam Zhou is Zhou Zigu's biological mother. No matter what her son looks like, she can naturally recognize her child at a glance.

When Old Madam Zhou saw Zhou Zigu's miserable appearance covered in blood, she suddenly felt distressed.

This is her only son, he has always been her treasure.

Suddenly, Old Madam Zhou walked quickly towards Zhou Zigu.

He shouted, "My son! Who beat you into this state? Who is it?"

Zhou Zigu was held in the arms of Madam Zhou.

Old Madam Zhou looked at Zhou Zigu's broken legs and felt heartbroken.

Looking at the wound on Zhou Zigu's face, tears suddenly flowed down.

She wanted to reach out and touch the wound on Zhou Zigu's face, but was afraid of hurting him.

I felt a mixture of heartache and hatred in my heart.

Jiang Wanqing looked at this scene and raised his eyebrows.

She thought that Old Madam Zhou would not come out.

Otherwise, her one-man show would not be fun to sing.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanqing held Xiaoxiao and took a few steps forward.

With a hint of surprise in her tone, she covered her lips and said, "Could it be that mother is missing her husband so much that she has a demonic disorder? My husband died a long time ago."

Old Madam Zhou glared at Jiang Wanqing.

Some murderous eyes: "It's you! You hurt my son?"

Before Jiang Wanqing could reply, the people around her couldn't help but speak up for her.

"Mrs. Zhou, are you too old to remember anything? Why do you recognize a son randomly?"

"Your son died a long time ago!"

"The one in front of you is just a fool. How can someone recognize a son randomly?"

...

Old Madam Zhou heard the discussions.

I couldn't help but yell, "My own son, how could I not recognize him? This is my son!"

Jiang Wanqing frowned and asked, "But mother-in-law, if the person lying on the ground is my husband, who was the person lying in the coffin during the funeral?"

Madam Zhou pointed at Zhou Zigu and looked at Jiang Wanqing: "The one who died earlier had a disfigured face. How can you be sure that he is my son? Look carefully at the person in front of you. He looks like my son!"

Aunt Su at the side said sarcastically: "Mrs. Zhou now said that the disfigured man was not your son-in-law, but at the funeral before, you were so sure that the disfigured man who died was your son-in-law.

Now, with this man in front of you, whose face is disfigured and bloody, and whose appearance cannot be seen clearly, how can you be so sure that he is your son-in-law?"

As soon as Nanny Su finished speaking, Jiang Wanqing continued to question, "Yes, mother-in-law, why don't you take a closer look and make sure you don't mistake your husband again.

Moreover, when you ran over here earlier, before you even saw the man on the ground clearly, you seemed to have known that he was your husband. Could it be that you knew all along that your husband was not dead?"