Lao Qian is indeed like a ghost, a ghost who wants to collect debts.
She wanted the blood debt of He to be repaid with blood.
Old Qian glanced at He Xiner's pretty face with a sinister look, and squeezed it hard with his two chicken paws.
Don't think she couldn't hear it in the vegetable garden. A few days ago, a group of people were having a barbecue in the backyard. Yesterday, they were having a whole pig feast. The liveliness and festive atmosphere were much better than ordinary people holding weddings.
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Although she also ate those meats, she didn't remember them well at all. She only felt more hatred in her heart, so much that she wanted to destroy the world!
She hates everyone, and the more cruelly Lao Ye hits him, the more she hates him!
The third child is gone, the sweet-scented osmanthus is gone, they should eat and drink, their little life is nourishing and tight, and they are not sad at all!
A bunch of heartless things!
Especially when she walked out of the small dark room, she saw a refreshing and clean yard, with red lanterns hanging everywhere. The bright red silk made her eyes hurt;
It was just dawn at that time and no one at home had gotten up yet. She was like a ghost wandering around the whole house silently. The roses and pomegranates in the flower bed were beautiful and full of life.
The jasmine flowers under the eaves are pure white, fragrant and fragrant, extremely elegant and charming;
The whole big house is clean, elegant and prosperous.
If she wasn't afraid of Dabai, she would still want to go to Xikuoyuan.
Even if she didn't look at it, she knew that the west courtyard must be more elegant than the front yard. The little red fish in the fish pond were prosperous and festive, and there were half a pond of water lilies with large flowers at the edge of the bowl, full of vitality and spotless.
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Various flowers and bonsais are placed around the majestic pavilion all year round, and the fragrance lingers in the entire yard;
It’s that ordinary-looking sweet-scented osmanthus tree, but in autumn, the sweet smell from the tiny golden flowers can fill the entire mansion;
The front yard still has a bit of a farmer's atmosphere, but the west courtyard, which has only two bedrooms, is completely in the style of a wealthy family, exquisite and noble.
Osmanthus fragrans!
Old Qian's heart was twitching.
It was the name she gave to her daughter, but the damn little bitch bought a big tree called Osmanthus Tree.
I didn't think it was anything before, but now that I think about it, maybe it was the tree that killed her daughter.
Lao Qian's hatred was overwhelming.
I wish I could tear He Xiner's skin alive!
Then I think about the big family living a peaceful life.
She hated her even more, everyone had forgotten about her daughter!
The sweet-scented osmanthus is buried alone behind the shady mountain, and no one feels sorry for it.
They lived so comfortably and nourished, eating delicious food and drinking spicy food every day, laughing and making noises heartlessly, and had long forgotten the sweet-scented osmanthus!
She hated it so much!
At that time, Mr. Qian stood blankly in the front yard for a long time.
Finally, with trembling hands, she pushed open the door of the west wing, ignoring Mrs. Cao who had just gotten up, and went to her daughter's room expressionlessly, stroking the bed where she had slept, and the bed she had covered.
The thin quilt, the clothes she wore...
There were no tears in the dry old eyes, but they just lost their luster.
What she had been looking forward to all her life was for her daughter to marry into a high-ranking family and live a good life. But now she had no more thoughts and she felt that her life was hopeless.
It wasn't until there was a roar in his stomach that Lao Qian's heart became a little clearer as he was crazy about girls.
She touched her empty belly and began to miss last night's braised pork.
The destructive hatred in her heart also faded by two points. People always have to eat, and no matter how much she misses her baby bump, she can't let it go with her.
After all, she hasn't lived enough.
If it weren't for her to give birth to children for that old immortal thing, where would such a big family come from now?
She had lived a hard life for so many years, following a dead old man to eat chaffy vegetables, gritting her teeth and raising her children. Now that the family is finally prospering, she deserves to enjoy peace and happiness.