Chapter 421 Where does the face come from?

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Ms. Qi raised her hand to stop Wang Guilan from continuing to act coy in front of others. She said, "Do you need me to tell you what you did back then?"

"I...what did I do to me?"

Wang Guilan was anxious, and she had a bad feeling in her heart. If they continued to argue here, she might not be able to get any better. So, she winked at her two sons, and the next moment, Meng Xingwang and Meng Xingping rushed directly to Jiang Li's courtyard.

As for Jiang Li, Wang Guilan made some noises to her. She pushed Ms. Qi with great force.

"Comrade Qi!"

There were exclamations.

When Jiang Li saw that Ms. Qi was about to fall to the ground, he didn't care that the Meng Xingwang brothers rushed into his yard. With quick eyesight and quick hands, he hurriedly supported Ms. Qi.

"Go in and take a look! Hurry!"

Ms. Qi shook her head to Jiang Li, indicating that she was fine. When she saw Wang Guilan sneaking into Jiang Li's courtyard, she hurriedly gave Jiang Li a nudge: "Don't worry about godmother, go in and take a look!"

Jiang Li nodded, clenched the stick in his hand, turned around and walked into the courtyard gate.

The next moment, there was a scream like a slaughtered pig coming from the courtyard.

The stick in Jiang Li's hand hit the arms, legs, and backs of the Meng Xingwang brothers again and again. She hated parasites who got something for nothing, and she hated these shameless people who wanted to lie on others and suck blood!

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I didn't take anything. I really didn't take anything. Stop hitting me!" This was Meng Xingwang's begging for mercy.

Meng Xingping was also begging for mercy: "Let me go, I will leave immediately, I will leave immediately. Even if someone brings me to your house in the future, I will not come. Please stop hitting me. It hurts, it hurts so much!"

Seeing the two sons being beaten over and over again by Jiang Li with a stick, and seeing the two sons rolling around on the ground holding their heads, Wang Guilan was so angry that she wanted to get up and scratch Jiang Li. However, she would The child was afraid of Jiang Li, and she was in a hurry to rush into the house to search for good things. She accidentally tripped her left foot over her right foot, and fell to the ground all of a sudden, with her ankle crooked.

It was difficult to get up at this moment.

Not to mention helping my two sons.

"You shrew, if my sons Xingwang and Xingping are beaten by you, I will ask my Yan Qing to divorce you!"

Pointing her finger at Jiang Li, Wang Guilan didn't dare to yell loudly, but she still threatened Jiang Li.

"Are you probably still living in the Qing Dynasty?"

After beating the two Meng Xingwang brothers until they begged for mercy, Jiang Li felt a lot better. She held the stick in her hand and looked at Wang Guilan with the corner of her mouth raised:

"My father-in-law died on the battlefield defending the country. As a wife, what did you do as the wife of a martyr? As soon as you heard the news, you immediately found a home for yourself, and took away all the family's money and left it behind. The six-year-old son went to live with other men.

Since then, you have never appeared in front of my lover. Now, twenty-one or two years later, you suddenly show up, saying that you miss your son, and that you have been looking for many years before you finally have news about my lover. , who do you think will believe these nonsense you say? "

"You...how did you know?"

Wang Guilan trembled with fright after hearing what Jiang Li said.

"Not only do I know this, I also know that you went to Langcheng Welfare Institute last year, and I know that you wanted to find a wife for your son who will be born later, so you thought of looking for my lover's son. Let me tell you, as a mother, Where do you have the nerve to come and suck my lover's blood? Since you can't raise a son, why did you have to have children one after another?"

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