Xinya opened the door, but before he could react, he was slapped by the woman outside the door.
"It's this little bitch." After beating the person, Huang Jiaojiao put her arm around Qian Mu's arm and said with aggrievedness, as if she was not the one who had just beaten the person.
It was only after Huang Jiaojiao finished speaking that she looked at the beaten Xinya and realized that she had hit the wrong person, but even if she knew she had hit the wrong person, she would not admit it.
Xin Ya was stunned by the sudden slap, covering her face with one hand and not knowing what happened.
Qian Yikun got up and walked over when he heard the noise. Mo Fei also got up from the balcony, held on to the door frame and walked out.
Mother Qian looked up and down at Xin Ya, who was wearing a cheap sweater and an apron. She looked like a servant. She frowned. When did her son look like this
Qian Yikun pulled Xinya back with one hand. When he saw someone standing at the door, he frowned, "Mom, why are you here?"
"Let's see who is hiding in your family? You are interested in this girl, how can she compare to -" Before Qian's mother could finish her words, she saw the woman who was coming over and caressing her chest. Qian's mother smiled slightly After a pause, he stopped talking for a while.
Mo Fei came over and pressed his hands on Xinya's shoulders. Looking at her now swollen little face, her face was instantly filled with coldness, "Who hit her?"
Her voice was too cold. Huang Jiaojiao shuddered and subconsciously hid behind Qian's mother.
Mo Fei suddenly raised his head and looked at them, his eyes seemed to be cannibalistic.
She has seen too many dramas about the struggles between wealthy families, but was she being bullied today
She was injured, but she was not dead yet.
Beautiful eyes can devour the viciousness of others. The moment Mo Fei raised her hand, Qian Yikun reached out and held her wrist, "That's my mother, do you still want to hit her?"
He was so strong that his wrists hurt.
Mo Fei stared at Qian Yikun, and Qian Yikun shook her wrist away and said, "Xinya, help her go back and lie down."
Xinya responded hurriedly and held Mo Fei's arm: "Mrs. Qian, let's go in and rest first."
"Mrs. Qian?" Qian's mother was obviously shocked by this title.
Huang Jiaojiao continued to hide behind Mother Qian and act pitiful, as if she had just been slapped.
"Auntie, this is the woman who humiliated me yesterday." Huang Jiaojiao whimpered, like a first wife being bullied by her mistress.
"Yikun, what is going on?" Qian's mother was still in shock. Her son was married, but she didn't know
"Mom, I'll explain this to you later. If you're okay, go back first." Qian Yikun said in a deep voice. He didn't want to create too many complications before Mo Fei's matter was resolved.
"Auntie, you see Yikun is confused by this vixen. He has never been like this before." Huang Jiaojiao continued to speak sweetly, "This woman is not a serious woman at first glance."
Huang Jiaojiao's voice was a bit sharp, and it was so sharp that it hurt her ears.
"And if you look at her like that, how can she be worthy of Yikun?"
"Snapped-"
Huang Jiaojiao's sharp voice sounded together with Mo Fei's slap, ringing clearly throughout the living room.
Could it be because of this movement that the wound on his chest split open and caused burning pain.
But she didn't regret giving this woman a slap.
Now, she really doesn't like to hear the words 'not worthy, but worthy'.