Xinya opened the door, but before he could react, he was slapped directly by the woman outside the door.

"It's this little bitch." Huang Jiaojiao hit the man and reached out to put her arms around Qian's mother's arm, and said with grievance, as if she wasn't the one who hit the man just now.

But after Huang Jiaojiao finished speaking, she looked at the beaten Xinya and found out that she had hit the wrong person. But even if she knew she had hit the wrong person, she would not admit it.

Xinya was blinded by this sudden slap, covering his face with one hand and not knowing what happened.

Qian Yikun had already gotten up and walked over when he heard the movement. Could it be that he also got up from the balcony and walked out with the door frame.

Qian's mother looked up and down at Xinguo, wearing a cheap thread, and now she was still wearing an apron. She looked like a servant no matter how she looked like. She frowned. When did her son become this eye?

Qian Yikun pulled Xinya back with one hand. Seeing someone standing at the door, he frowned, "Mom, why are you here?"

"Let's see who is hiding in your house? You're interested in such a girl, how can she compare to her-" Before Qian's mother finished her words, she saw the woman who came over with her chest. Qian's mother paused slightly, but she didn't continue to say it for a while.

Could it be that he came over and pressed his hands on Xinya's shoulders, looking at her swollen face, her face was instantly covered with coldness, "Who did you hit it?"

Her voice was too cold, Huang Jiaojiao's body shook, and she subconsciously hid behind Qian's mother.

May he suddenly looked up at them, his eyes as if he could eat people.

She has seen many scenes of fighting among wealthy families, but today is it that she bullies her?

Could it be that she was injured, but she was still a dead person.

The beautiful eyes can swallow other people's viciousness. When Mo Fei raised his hand, Qian Yikun reached out and held her wrist, "That's my mother, can you still want to fight?"

He was very strong, so big that his wrist was hurting.

Could it be that he stared at Qian Yikun, Qian Yikun threw her wrist away, "Xin Sprout, help her go back and lie down."

Xinya responded quickly 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 Qian's mother and was selling pitiful. She looked so cute that she seemed to have just slapped her.

"Auntie, it's this woman who humiliated me yesterday." Huang Jiaojiao cried, like a real wife who was bullied by a mistress.

"Yikun, what's going on?" Qian's mother was still shocked at this moment. Her son was married, but she didn't know?

"Mom, I will explain to you in the future. If you have nothing to do, go back first." Qian Yikun said in a deep voice. He didn't want to cause too many troubles before Mo Fei's matter was resolved.

"Auntie, look, Yikun is confused by this vixen. He was not like this before." Huang Jiaojiao continued to speak in a delicate manner, "This woman is obviously not a serious woman."

Huang Jiaojiao's voice was a little sharp, and the sharpness made her ears hurt.

"And look at her like that, how can I match Yikun?"

"Ba"

Huang Jiaojiao's sharp voice sounded together with Mo Fei's slap, and it sounded clearly throughout the living room.

Could it be that because of this movement, the wound on my chest was cracked and it hurts so much?

But she didn't regret slapping this woman.
Chapter completed!