Song Yan feels that she really can't communicate with Russell Wen. What she says clearly doesn't have that meaning, but she forcibly distorts it into another meaning. She thinks it's better not to talk to her.
"Guilty, I'm right?" Song Yan wants to calm down, but Russell Wen won't let her. She just wants to have a hard time with her, and let Li Qingyu see her real face by the way.
Song Yan naturally does not know that Li Qingyu has been standing behind her. No matter how aggressive Luo Suwen is, she can't stand her. "What's my guilty? It's clear that you're calling me a hat. It doesn't matter if you don't like me, but please don't say such ugly words in front of Xiaoxuan."
What's more, a rich and noble woman is a "bitch" when she speaks up, which makes her dare not flatter.
"I don't speak well?" Luo Suwen stares at Song Yan with resentment in her eyes and criticizes her harshly, "if it wasn't for your instigation, would Qing Yu ignore me? Your heart is so vicious, be careful that this kind of retribution will appear on you in the future
"Enough!" Li Qingyu, who has been silent all the time, interrupts her with a cold voice. The more she says, the more she goes too far. People with clear eyes can see that Luo Suwen is deliberately having a hard time with song Yan. Sure enough, he should not agree to let her move here and live together. If this goes on, the family will be broken up by her sooner or later.
"Mom, I think you're still fit to live alone."
Luo Suwen's face was immediately stiff. Her son wanted to drive her away for a woman.
She hasn't even moved her luggage yet, so he wants to drive her away because of a woman.
Luo Suwen stares at Song Yan bitterly because of her. But for her, she would not be treated coldly by her son today.
"You're happy now, bitch."
"Mom, her name is song Yan!" Li Qingyu has endured enough of her. In his face, he always speaks so hard to song Yan. "She is my wife. I hope you can respect her. I have agreed to let you move here and live together, but you don't want to live with her. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to be separated from my family to make you happy? I'm so happy Is it your own
Luo Suwen was stunned by his last sentence. Of course, he was born to her, but she just didn't like song Yan.
Song Yan picked up the bun and said, "baby, I'll take you upstairs first."
Li Qingyu and Luo Suwen were left in the living room.
"Mom, I'll ask you, do you have to break up song Yan and me?" Li Qingyu's expression was very serious, so he made it clear to her exactly, "you can honestly give me an answer."
"I just don't like her very much. I don't think she's good enough for you. She can't help you in your career. You should find someone who is close to you." Luo Suwen truthfully said what she thought. She just wanted Li Qingyu to find a woman who would help him in his career, so as not to be robbed by Li Mingze in the future.
"Liu Min, that woman, is looking for a well matched daughter for her son recently. The purpose is to make Li Mingze more advantageous in competing with you for the property of the Li family."
It turned out that for this reason, Li Qingyu's eyes showed some disdain, "if I need to rely on a woman to get everything, then I would rather not!"
What he wants, he can rely on his own efforts to fight for, there is no need to help him.
He never thought that the two people who combined with purpose would be very happy, just like his parents. At the beginning, they were combined because of their interests, but what was the final result? He didn't want to make any evaluation.
"Qing Yu, why don't you always understand my pains?" Luo Suwen's heart is full of sullen. Everything she does is for his good, but he never appreciates it. How can she do it? He will really understand her hard work.
"Mom, it's not that I don't understand, it's that I don't need it." Li Qingyu's look eased a little, "can't you put down your obsession and live a relaxed and happy life? Do you still think I'm a kid? Need you to pave the way for me all the time? "
"I know you've always been very independent, but I just don't want to see Liu Min and her son's arrogant faces." Luo Suwen really hates that Liu Min robbed her husband, and her son wants to compete with her son for everything of the Li family. She won't let her succeed.
"Mom, put it down, and you'll have a much easier time." Li Qingyu will only speak here. If she still doesn't understand, then he has nothing to say.
After Song Yan took the bun upstairs, she was always playing with him in his room.
"Mom, do you think I'm high?" Xiaobaozi asked her with blinking eyes.
Song Yan, who was a little absent-minded, suddenly heard the question from baozi. Then she suddenly came back to her senses, and then she burst into a smile, "baby, the building blocks you piled are so high, great!"
Xiaobaozi smiles happily, then gathers his smile and looks at Songyan like a little adult, "Mom, you are very unhappy, aren't you?"Song Yan touched his head and said with a smile, "little fool, I'm very happy. I can be with you. I'm happy every day."
Small steamed stuffed bun suddenly into her arms, "Mom, I will make you happy every day."
His words make song Yan feel sour in her eyes. Her baby is really sensible. It's her intimate little cotton padded jacket.
"It seems that you two have a good atmosphere." Li Qingyu stood with his hands around his chest and leaning against the doorframe.
"Mom said it was fun to be with me." Xiaobaozi was a little complacent and showed off to him, then he twisted his eyebrows slightly, "Dad, why does grandma always scold mom?"
His question made Li Qingyu and song Yandu look stunned, and the couple looked at each other tacitly.
After a while, Li Qingyu said, "Xiaoxuan, such things will not happen in the future."
"You don't really drive your mother away, do you?" Song Yan asked tentatively.
"What do you think?" Li Qingyu asked her calmly.
After thinking about it, song Yan said, "you'd better not do that. After all, she's your mother. If only I could live outside."
"You mean you want to choose to live apart from me?" Li Qingyu's eyebrows and eyes were immediately infected with a trace of displeasure. If she moved out, wouldn't he have to keep the empty room alone every night? He would not have to live such a miserable life.