As the so-called forgiveness and forgiveness, even if Su Qingqing has the support of Su Minghua, there is no reason to continue to embarrass Qu Xiumei.

   When the people were sent away, Su Minghua took Su Qingqing's hand and said sternly.

   "Baby Qingqing, I'm so sorry, if A Ting hadn't dealt with the Quan family's affairs well, those ignorant things wouldn't have bothered you."

  Su Qingqing smiled lightly, not knowing how to express her thoughts.

   "Well, let's not talk about those unhappy ones, Mommy shouldn't be here today to help me vent, right?"

   The Quan family scandal was so loud that even if Quan Mo Lin suppressed it, he still couldn't control the trend of public opinion.

   is enough to see how capable the people behind the scenes are.

  Su Minghua had a slightly unnatural look on her face, and said with a dry smile.

   "No big deal. You are now A Ting's wife. Although there is no wedding, according to the rules of our Quan family, should you and A Ting move home for a while?"

   "What... what?" Moving home? !

   Isn't that going to live with Quan Molin and his wife, or even the elders and juniors of other Quan families?

  Su Minghua laughed, took her hand and patted it gently, "It's okay, our family still likes you quite a bit."

   Except for Quan Molin's family.

   "Okay, Ah Ting will go back to the old house after get off work. You can just follow me. Everything is ready at home. If there is anything missing, I will let Fusen buy it."

  Su Qingqing refused in his heart, but the words of refusal came to his lips, but there was no good reason to say it.

   Forget it, take one step at a time.

   After secretly giving herself psychological hints, Su Qingqing obediently followed Su Minghua by car back to Quan's retro courtyard mansion in the suburbs of Beijing.

  In the past, Su Qingqing only saw pictures and information about this mansion in newspapers and magazines, but she never thought that she would have the opportunity to live in a house that is worth the price of an antique.

   From the moment he entered the door, Su Minghua's peripheral vision fell on Su Qingqing and refused to move away for a second.

   The little girl's white face is delicate and sweet under the outline of the sun.

  Su Qingqing followed her beside her very well-behaved, her demeanor was down-to-earth, she treated her servants with sincerity in her eyes, and she smiled and nodded frequently when dealing with people.

   She really grew up on Su Minghua's aesthetic point, and she was sensible and loving.

   "Mommy, what are you doing looking at me like that, what's wrong with me?"

  Although it is not the first time to come to this place, but last time, she had the courage to break off the marriage, but this time Su Qingqing is Quan Moting's wife.

  Su Qingqing pretended to be calm on the surface, but in fact her feet were trembling so softly.

   "No, it's good, but if you can relax, it will be even more beautiful." Su Minghua raised her hand and pinched her profile.

   Immediately, Su Minghua said with a wide-eyed smile, "Fu Sen, inform the second master that Qingqing has arrived home, and ask him to come over after work."

   "Good lady."

   "By the way, remember to ask Second Master to buy a bunch of roses."

  Su Minghua glanced at Su Qingqing, whose cheeks were hot, and said with a loud laugh, "Today is a good day, let him come back early."

   "Qingqing, that stinky boy of mine has never had any girlfriends and doesn't know how to coax girls into their hearts, but as a man, tjtj will be fine."

   "Actually, the second master is quite good. I like him like this."

   Su Qingqing listened to this, and her mother-in-law's smile was so vulgar, it was inevitable that some shy images would emerge in her mind.

   In order to avoid embarrassment, Su Qingqing quickly changed the topic, "Mummy, what to cook tonight, or let me show it."

   "Yes, Ah Ting will definitely be very happy."

   Immediately afterwards, Su Qingqing finally paid a painful price for the Haikou she boasted about.

   A table full of dishes was comparable to a full-fledged Manchurian banquet, and she was so tired that she couldn't straighten her fingers.

  Su Minghua is a distressed person. She is considerate of her little girl. After everything is ready, she will "catch" her to the room to take a bath and change into clean clothes.

The room that    arranged for Su Qingqing was actually the one that Quan Moting lived in before.

   When she pushed in the door, the dazzling two cups of certificates instantly attracted all the attention.

  Su Qingqing's heart couldn't help throbbing fiercely, and unconsciously reached out and touched the two cold glasses, unable to stop her emotion.

  Su Qingqing's foreign language is not very good, so she struggled to read what was written on the trophy and certificate.

   But what she can be sure of is that the Great Demon King is really good.

   I have always known that the Great Demon King is good-looking and excellent.

   I didn't expect it to be so good.

   "Hey, as expected, the good-looking and excellent ones are all other people's children."

  Su Qingqing sighed, imagine if the Great Demon King went to school with her for a period of time, it is estimated that in a few days, her level as a rookie would be smashed by the Great Demon King in seconds.

   Compared with the inner gap and inferiority, Su Qingqing wants to take a good bath and feel comfortable at this moment.

   The moment she put the water in and entered the bathroom with clean clothes, there seemed to be some movement at the window.

  Su Qingqing stuck out her head in a weird way, and quickly covered her mouth and nose with a big hand.

   Her eyes widened and she struggled in horror. Feeling that the salty pig's hand was taking advantage of her, Su Qingqing lifted her calf and kicked the man's crotch with great precision.

   But that person seemed to expect her to do such a move, her long and straight legs not only imprisoned her legs.

   His body was also leaned against the wall and unable to move.

  Su Qingqing was angry and anxious. In order to prevent herself from being humiliated, she just made up her mind to commit suicide by biting her tongue.

   At this moment, a man's voice that was very familiar to Xie Ren came from his ears.

   "Baby Qingqing, I came all the way to see you, don't react so big, if I hurt you, I will feel distressed."

   Su Qingqing's heart sank sharply, and taking advantage of the man's slack, she gritted her teeth and stomped on him.

   The man felt pain and let go of his hand, followed by a crisp slap that almost made the man's ears ringing.

   "Bastard, who asked you to sneak attack on me, and scare me, right? Labor and management can't kill you and your surname!"

   Su Qingqing's eyes were red, her hair was disheveled, and she was pinching the man's neck in a mess. She looked like a shrew with no doubts.

   "Hehe, even if baby Qingqing doesn't kill me, I'm very willing to take your surname."

  Luo Xie put his hands on both sides of his side, neither resisting nor shouting, and even blushed when he was slapped by Su Qingqing, and there was never the slightest anger in his deep pupils.

   Not to mention angry.

  Su Qingqing's grip on his neck grew stronger and stronger, but the man's face turned a little red, but his breathing was not affected at all.

   That's all, she didn't want Luo Xie to die, so she let go and disliked it.

   "My last name, want to be my son?"

  Luo Xie: "..." He didn't actually mean that.