After Han Jiangxue read WeChat, she was full of Chinese quintessence...
This old dog is so shameless!
"Han Jiangxue?"
The old lady is dressed in luxurious clothes and has impressive equipment. Although she is old, she is full of energy. At first glance, she looks like a master who is full of energy and fighting power...
"yes."
Han Jiangxue raised her eyes to greet him without any fear.
"I heard that last night, you brought a large group of people to the home of your mother, who had worked so hard to give birth to you, to accuse her, and you made her so angry that she didn't sleep all night?" Mrs. Tang stared at Han Jiangxue with cold eyes.
His whole body exuded a real pressure.
"I don't know if she didn't sleep all night," Han Jiangxue wrote lightly. "But when I left, she was really furious and looked like she was going to break the coffee table with her bare hands."
"Do you know what kind of existence your mother is in the capital?"
"Do you know how many people look up to her and adore her?"
"But you, the daughter she gave birth to in ten months of pregnancy, disgusted her, insulted her, and trampled on her."
Mrs. Tang put down her tea cup, stood up slowly, and stared directly at Han Jiangxue: "You are really talented, I like it very much."
Mr. Han's expression froze and he was numb.
Seeing that Mrs. Tang was about to break into a rage, Mr. Han was ready to fight to the end.
I didn’t expect that this old woman would play this trick?
"This 8-year-old woman deserves this kind of retribution!"
Han Jiangxue was even more confused.
Isn't that your biological daughter?
Why is this elbow turned outward?
Zhao Changying didn't mind at all.
She and the old woman broke up thirty years ago.
Although there have been occasional moves over the years, it has always been dominated by yin and yang, supplemented by intrigues. There has never been a warm scene of a loving mother and a filial daughter.
Zhao Changying can even sum up the complex yet simple relationship between the old woman and Han Jiangxue in one sentence: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
It doesn't matter whether you recognize this granddaughter or not.
But as long as this granddaughter can disgust Zhao Changying, she is Mrs. Tang's friend.
There are not many people in the capital who have the energy and the courage to disgust Zhao Changying.
Mrs. Tang must cherish it.
Han Jiangxue looked at her grandmother in disbelief, and then at Zhao Changying, who had just torn it apart last night.
She's a little messy.
For a moment it was not clear whether they were friends or foes.
"Sit down and get what you want to eat and drink. Just treat it like your own home."
Mrs. Tang waved her hand and motioned for Han Jiangxue to take a seat.
But looking at that gesture, it doesn't look like a grandmother's enthusiasm for her granddaughter.
He even told Mr. Han to treat it as his own home, which meant that this was not your home.
Han Jiangxue had a strange expression. She glanced at Brother Zhang standing next to her and lowered her voice: "Brother Zhang, I'm a little stupid. This little old lady is so abstract..."
Brother Zhang narrowed his eyes and said, "Your mother is also quite abstract..."
Han Jiangxue curled her lips and said, "I haven't acknowledged my relationship yet, so don't talk nonsense."
After sitting down, Han Jiangxue didn't dare to touch the tea cup, for fear of poisoning herself. Even if she drank something else, she would suffer.
"Now that I'm in Beijing, I'll often go out with your mother." Mrs. Tang said meaningfully. "She has been alone these years, and there is no one to talk to her."
"No need." Zhao Changying immediately strangled him in the cradle.
Move around a lot?
How about being pissed to death?
Of course she knew what this old man was thinking, and she wouldn't be fooled.
"You are so cold-blooded." Mrs. Tang glanced at Zhao Changying coldly. "You don't even recognize your biological daughter. If I were your daughter, I would have to sever ties with you."
"It doesn't matter in the first place, does it need to be cut off?" Zhao Changying countered.
Listening to the conversation between mother and daughter, Han Jiangxue suddenly felt like an outsider.
I even felt that I shouldn’t have come.
It's a bit disturbing to people's passion...
"Did you hear that?" Mrs. Tang glanced at Han Jiangxue. "Such a femme fatale, if I were you, I would hate her for the rest of my life."
Xuebao Cherry's little mouth was slightly open, and her delicate body was numb.
"You like going online, don't you?" Zhao Changying glanced at Mrs. Tang coldly, then glanced at Han Jiangxue.
"Let me tell you straight, she will never recognize you as her granddaughter in her life. Don't look at her pretending to be kind and generous, she is actually just acting." Zhao Changying directly thundered, exposing Mrs. Tang's background.
When Mrs. Tang heard this, her face turned cold.
"Although I don't care." Han Jiangxue asked with narrowed eyes. "But I'd love to hear the gossip."
Even if the gossip is about yourself, it doesn't matter.
Yuan usually dares to risk his life to listen to gossip.
Xuebao was also led astray.
Or maybe she is just like that...
"The relationship is a little complicated, but it's pretty simple."
Zhao Changying said calmly: "Your grandfather was once your grandmother's fiancé."
Han Jiangxue's delicate body trembled, and five thunders struck her head.
My grandfather and my grandmother were once an unmarried couple?
So green...
"It's so exciting..."
Brother Zhang murmured to himself, his blood boiling.
This trip was not in vain.
