He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Mother Zhao stood aside with her head down. After she came to the Qiao family, she always bossed the other servants around. She used chicken feathers as a token of authority and ordered this one and that one around in a domineering manner. Now that she was in trouble, the servants of the Qiao family, even those who had previously flattered her, now looked as if they were gloating over her misfortune and taking revenge.

Mother Zhao is still a little dazed.

Not only was he frightened by Qiao Wangshu and Mo Beichen, but he also felt physically distressed and irritated, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

High paying job.

Bonuses throughout the year.

For someone who loves money like her, there is no greater punishment than this.

After all, she was a servant hired by the Qiao family. Qiao Wangshu could slap Song Wenya, but he couldn't hit her. Beating Song Wenya was a family dispute, and Song Zhizhong would not allow such a thing to go to court. If he beat her, he would either pay money to settle the dispute, or he would really have to go to court. And although she spoke rudely to Qiao Wangshu, she did not mention Qiao Wanrou. If she dared to say a disrespectful word to Qiao Wanrou like Song Wenya did, Qiao Wangshu would have to beat her tonight, even if he had to pay money and go to court!

Mother He stood aside and watched for a few minutes.

At first, the Zhao mother and daughter knelt straight.

It was just a few minutes and my waist was completely bent.

Mother He walked up to them, looked down at them, and said in a calm tone: "Mrs. Song, Miss Song, the surveillance camera in the yard is right above your heads. If you don't want the punishment you received tonight to be invalid, don't even think about getting away with it. If the eldest lady knows that you haven't taken the punishment seriously and reflected on your actions, you may have to be punished for another night."

When the mother and daughter heard this, they both looked up and glared at Mother He.

On second thought, she realized that He Ma's annual salary was paid by Qiao Wangshu's private account and he simply looked down on them, which made her feel disappointed.

Song Wenya was just pinched by her waist and scolded by her, and she was still terrified and glared at her: "You old witch! You old bitch!"

Song Wenya cursed He Ma a thousand times in her heart but didn't dare to say it out loud.

Qiao Wangshu and Mo Beichen live upstairs.

Who knows what will happen if things get fussy again?

She can only endure it!

Zhao Yunying has been a wealthy wife for so many years, so she still has some skills in intimidating people: "Mr. He, don't be too proud. Your eldest daughter won't live at home every day. I am still the mistress of this family. You'd better think clearly whether you must offend me to the end. Your eldest daughter will not guard you and support you every day. After they leave, we will slowly settle the accounts!"

Mother He laughed mockingly, "Mrs. Song, I call you Mrs. Song because you married the master. The reason why the master is the master of this family is because he married the lady. Don't forget that this family's surname is Qiao, not Song. It is precisely because the eldest daughter will not live at home every day that I should help her take care of this family. Otherwise, some people will be greedy and become termites of this family, secretly eating away the house!"

"You..." Zhao Yunying had just witnessed He Ma's powerful mouth. She had been a wealthy wife for many years, but this was the first time she was humiliated like this by a servant. She was so angry that she stood up from the ground and raised her hand to slap He Ma in the face.

Mother He took a step back and dodged, her fighting spirit as strong as ever: "The eldest lady and the master have punished you to kneel for a whole night, not an hour, a minute, or a second less. I advise you to kneel down honestly and don't make things difficult for the master. If you are not blind, you should see it clearly. In this family, even the master has to listen to our eldest lady. Our son-in-law is Mr. Mo San, try to touch me?

"You and your daughter have already offended our uncle today, and he just went upstairs to sleep. If you make a fuss again, you will wake him up. With our uncle's temper, I'm afraid that this time, even the master can't protect you!"

Qiao Wangshu!

Mo Beichen!

These two people were like two huge mountains, pressing down on Zhao Yunying, making it hard for her to breathe!

When Zhao Yunying thought of Song Zhizhong's humble and submissive attitude towards Mo Beichen, she dared not hit him even though she had raised her arm!

Zhao Yunying was so angry that her nostrils dilated and her whole body was shaking and numb.

Mother He sneered, "You don't dare to fight? Don't say that our eldest daughter and son-in-law are protecting me. As for myself, I am not someone who can suffer any loss. If you slap me, I will definitely not fight back, so as to avoid being charged with mutual fighting. If you dare to hit me, I will dare to lie down, and if I don't extort your pants off, you will be considered naked! Don't lose your pitiful pocket money every month, and have to go to jail, then it will be more trouble than gain..."

At this point, Mother He paused for a moment, as if she had just remembered something, with an exaggerated expression: "Oh, by the way, the master just said that he would stop giving you and Miss Song pocket money, and you probably don't have pocket money to compensate me. Beating me is very expensive, I advise you to just bear with it, ah!"

Mother He spoke like crazy.

Zhao Yunying was so angry that her breathing became rapid and she almost passed out.

He Ma didn't care whether she was angry or not, and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and kneel down. I have someone timing you. It's twelve hours a night, and if you keep dawdling you'll have to kneel until noon. When it's dawn, there will be people coming and going in the yard, and you'll be embarrassed. What if a guest comes to your house? Oh... Tsk, you'll be so embarrassed that everyone in Beijing will know about it."

Zhao Yunying was angry and furious but at a loss as to what to do.

His eyes rolled back.

I was so angry that I fainted!

Song Wenya, who was kneeling at her feet, quickly stood up and supported her.

Zhao Yunying felt dizzy for a while, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses, with her pupils dilated.

Mother He glanced at the mother and daughter with contempt, then turned to Mother Zhao and said, "Watch carefully, not even a second less. Make them kneel straight, don't be crooked and try to be sneaky. I will watch the surveillance video frame by frame tomorrow."

The words fell.

Mother He went into the house and went upstairs to sleep.

Zhao Yunying and Song Wenya finally knelt straight down, not even daring to bend their waists. How powerful is Qiao Wangshu? How terrifying and protective is Mo Beichen? They have all seen it. After this, maybe they can stay quiet for a while!

Qiao Wangshu slept well that night.

Just slept too late.

Wake up late too.

When she opened her eyes, bright light was already seeping in from the gap in the curtains.

Mo Beichen held her in his arms, his big head nestled in her neck. The heavy, hot breath kept drilling into her clothes.

She was woken up by the heat!

Mo Beichen has a cold body, and even his breath is usually a little cold.

The breath suddenly became so hot that Qiao Wangshu opened his sleepy eyes and was stunned for a moment.

About a few minutes passed.

She pushed his big head. Maybe because she talked too much and cried too much last night, her throat was dry and hoarse. "Achen, it's time to get up."

Someone didn't move.

Qiao Wangshu finally reacted.

His breath is too hot!

And extremely heavy.

With a strong sense of uneasiness looming in his heart, Qiao Wangshu pushed him again and called out anxiously, "Achen, Achen..."

No reaction at all!