The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Master Zhao frowned and looked at his eldest son: "Ming Xiang, what's going on? ”

Having listened to Zhao Mingyu before, it's not very clear. Now that his son looks like this, he must know something, right?

“Dad, no matter what, let Zhao Xin go.” Zhao Mingxiang didn't explain much, he just said it seriously.

Master Zhao will still listen to his son's words. When he sees his son's rare seriousness and seriousness, he understands that this is not easy.

“Ming Xiang, how can you talk like that? She's your sister. Forget it if you don't protect her. She's still helping people count her down. Do you have a brother like that?” Lady Zhao was unhappy to look at her son and said angrily.

“I'd rather not, Zhao Xin would have died if he hadn't seen Xiaoyu's face.” Zhao Mingxiang said angrily.

Because Mr. and Mrs. Joe Tianchan had a crush on Xiaoyu, she was spared over and over again, but she didn't know what to do.

When she heard Zhao Mingyu's name, Lady Zhao's face suddenly looked difficult: “You listened to that bastard? Can you believe that bastard? ”

Master Zhao's face changed immediately. That face was very strong. Zhao's heart was white. He reached out and dragged Madame Zhao's clothes. I hope she doesn't say anything else. But did she forget that Daddy was still here?

Master Zhao looked at Lady Zhao's shady mouth and asked, "Who are you calling a bastard? ”

“Of course it's Zhao Mingyu's bastard. ”

Master Zhao stood up and slapped Lady Zhao in the face. His expression was gloomy: "You said that Yu was a bastard, what am I as a bastard father? ”

Just because Lady Zhao, he can only give his son the worst store in the house, but that's it, Lady Zhao is still unhappy, is it not true to come here to make a scene, the number of times is not relevant, but the number of times he is tired, all his sons, what do you mean by bastard?

The stabbing on her face reminded Mrs. Zhao of what she had just said.

“You…”

“If you're not happy with me, you can go straight to your mother's house. I won't stop you. I've given Ming Woo enough. What else do you want? If you don't want to live in this house, get as far away from me as you can.” He couldn't stand it any longer, and he had to go crazy.

Lady Zhao looked at Master Zhao incredibly: “I am your wife, you did this to me for a bastard. ”

“If I wanted to, could I have lots of women, and he was my child, and I had blood ties, and my wife? To be honest, it's just an outsider.” You can't blame Zhao's miserable speech, and that's the truth. He wanted to be good to Mrs. Zhao. Only after Zhao Mingyu, she kept making a scene because of it. Even Mingyu's mother was killed by her. Do you really think he doesn't know?

“You... you bastard. ”

“Do you really think I don't know? You killed Ming-woo's mother, didn't you? What do you think you're doing, godless? If I wanted to, it wasn't impossible to take a break from you.” He didn't want to say these words, but seeing Lady Zhao like this, she was incredibly disgusted.

Mrs. Zhao's face was even more miserable and ugly because of what he said. How could he know?

Master Zhao sneered: “Be calm, you can still be your Zhao's mother. If you do any more unpleasant things, don't blame me for being rude. ”

Then Master Zhao looked at Zhao Xin: “If you are unhappy with your family's life and want to make a scene, go back to where you were before. ”

Zhao Xin's face turned incredibly pale. His face was also ugly. Can't you, Dad?

“Dad, I'm your only daughter. How could you do this to me? I just like Joe Morpheus. What's going on?” Zhao Xin looked painfully at Master Zhao and cried.

“You like it? You're into people's lives, aren't you? ”

Zhao Xin, who was told to think about it, looked white: “Dad, I... even so, I just like him. ”