When Qiu Mo was pushed down by Madam Murong, Murong Qianqian pulled her up inertly, but the pull was in vain. She did not expect that Madam Murong would suddenly rush over, and she was stunned.
"Young mistress." Axiu screamed, dropped the food in her hand and ran over.
Qiu Mo's body is weak, how can she withstand such a push? She usually protects their young mistress like a child, and cannot let her get cold or hot, and she has to take tonic every day. This woman is so unruly and perverted, how dare she
Pushing her, she got angry at such a young age. She raised her head and said, "Where do you have the courage to push our young mistress?"
Madam Murong saw that a little girl dared to talk back to her, and asked her where she had the courage. She said to Nie Ronghua: "Sister, is this how you discipline your servants?"
Nie Ronghua glared at Axiu and said, "Axiu, why are you talking?"
Axiu puffed up her chest unconvinced: "It's her fault for pushing down the young mistress. If I hadn't seen her so mature, I would have pushed her down too."
"You...you need a spanking." Madam Murong's face flushed with anxiety. She raised her hand and slapped Axiu, but the slap did not fall. Her wrist was firmly grasped in mid-air.
The air seemed to have cooled down instantly, and the terrifying aura wrapped around Madam Murong's heart like an invisible rope. She raised her head in panic, and saw Leng Xiao's face as cold as frost, and a pair of clear and fierce eyes.
With a deep chill.
Murong Qianqian, who was standing next to her, panicked. Then she looked at Qiu Mo who was lying on the ground, and she suddenly became at a loss. She knew that this time she really couldn't defend herself, and Leng Xiao must hate her to death.
"Leng Xiao." Murong Qianqian was about to explain, but he suddenly let go of his hand. Madam Murong immediately staggered back several steps, and she had to run over to help her.
He didn't say a word, but it seemed like countless eyes and mouths were looking at them, scolding them, and even Nie Ronghua shrank aside cautiously.
"Momo." Leng Xiao squatted down, carefully picked up Qiu Mo, and said distressedly: "Is there any pain from the fall?"
Qiu Mo shook his head, "I'm fine."
"How could it be okay?" Axiu picked up Qiu Mo's hand and complained: "Young mistress is not in good health. Her body is broken by a touch. Master, look at this, this hand has lost such a big piece of skin."
Leng Xiao's eyes showed pain and he turned his head to stare at Murong Qianqian fiercely.
"Leng Xiao...I..." Murong Qianqian was about to speak, but Leng Xiao had already carried Qiu Mo upstairs without saying a word. When he reached the second floor, he coldly dropped a sentence: "These
Idle people, please don’t show up at the Leng family’s house in the future.”
Idle people and so on? He said they were idle people and so on.
Murong Qianqian bit her pink lips and looked at his tall back stubbornly. She just fell down and was slightly injured, so he was extremely nervous. However, he was full of words and wanted to explain, but he didn't want to explain at all.
Listen, this is too much.
"Sister...see...why it happened like this?" Nie Ronghua said embarrassedly.
Madam Murong was also frightened. The cold look in her eyes just now seemed as if she wanted to kill someone. Her legs are still shaking now, and she is really afraid that he will throw her out with all his strength.
"Mommy, let's go back." Murong Qianqian felt that her heart was as cold as ice, and as painful as if it was being roasted by fire. She needed to calm down for a while now in order to sort out these chaotic thoughts.
"Okay, let's go. We and other idlers are waiting at the front door of the Leng family and we won't come here again." Mrs. Murong said angrily.
"Sister, Leng Xiao just said what he said out of anger, don't take it to heart." Nie Ronghua quickly comforted her.
Madam Murong sighed and said bluntly: "Your son dotes on this woman like a treasure. I have seen it with my own eyes. Originally, I wanted to find ways to break them up, but now I admit that I don't have the ability.
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Nie Ronghua could only laugh along awkwardly.
Murong Qianqian didn't say anything. She helped Mrs. Murong out of the door and got into the car parked outside. Nie Ronghua kept sending them out. Mao Dun was in a complicated mood. She also saw the scene just now. Leng Xiao was too precious.
Qiu Mo was so angry that she couldn't bear to bump into her. It seemed that her wish for Murong Qian Qian to be the daughter-in-law of the Leng family had really become a luxury.
Leng Xiao gently applied medicine to Qiu Mo's wound, and then wrapped it with a bandage. He wrapped it in circles with great care, which reminded Qiu Mo of being so serious when he was doing handicrafts when he was a child.
"Does it hurt?" He held her hand in his palm.
Qiu Mo laughed and said, "It won't hurt if I blow it."
Sure enough, he started blowing, looking at her seriously while blowing.
"Leng Xiao, I just fell. Isn't your attitude towards Mrs. Murong too tough?" she asked worriedly.
Nie Ronghua said that the Murong family is an oil king. Will they cause trouble for Leng Xiao?
There was a trace of anger in Leng Xiao's eyes: "Don't think that I don't know what she did behind her back. I just want to warn them that you are my wife. Whoever dares to touch you, I will let him die in an ugly way."
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Qiu Mo reached out and stroked his frown: "You will spoil me rotten."
"Then spoil her, as long as I like it." He kissed her lips and said with a low smile: "The baby is not born yet, daddy still needs to work hard."
Qiu Mo smiled and dodged, "Who did you learn these words from?"
He said without thinking: "Yan Tianluo."
Qiu Mo made a helpless expression. Apart from Yan Tianluo, she couldn't think of any good people.
Dad worked very hard, but Mommy was so tired that she fell asleep.
Leng Xiao hugged the still naked little woman in his arms, absorbing the natural fragrance of her body with nostalgia. His hand caressed her flat belly, remembering that a long time ago, he also stopped here quietly like this.
, and then asked her some very childish questions. Even now when he thinks about that child, he still feels guilty and reluctant to let go.
The person in his arms was sleeping soundly and seemed to be having a sweet dream. Before he could appreciate it enough, his thoughts were disturbed by the ringing of the phone. He quickly pressed the answer button for fear of waking her up, and then tiptoed out of bed.
"Hey, Leng Xiao, it's so early in the morning, aren't you still doing piston exercises?" Yan Tianluo's lazy voice came from over there.
If it were normal times, he would definitely take the opportunity to hurt him, because Yan Tianluo likes this kind of morning exercise the most, but this time, he was right, he had indeed just enjoyed it.
"Is there any news?" He changed the topic and asked directly.
"The news is that the situation is currently calm and Taraki has not yet arrived in Afghanistan."
"No need to report this nonsense to me."
"What I want to ask you is, what should Pingzhi do?" Yan Tianluo said seriously.