Chapter 192： Why can't you get along with yourself?

Chapter 192 Why bother with yourself

"Ha ha ha ha-"

Someone behind saw this scene and leaned forward and backward with joy.

Fu Yanchi rubbed her hot cheeks and said calmly, "It's okay, Dad has already made preparations."

Qiqi looked at the blushing half of her father's face, and then at her grandmother who was still very angry. After thinking about it, she turned around and pouted her little butt, "Grandma, my father is not in good health. If you are still angry, you can spank Qiqi's ass." Oh... my father likes to sue, he will sue my mother, but Qiqi will not sue. "

The young man's crazy and weird laughter sounded again, breaking the usual tranquility of Dongyuan in the villa.

Old Tang likes to entertain guests in the tea room, especially when it is cold.

Sit at the tea table, light up the red clay stove, burn a pot of boiling tea, and wait for and taste the tea, enough for chatting.

He also knows how to treat guests.

The guests who came today are unusual.

At least the name of the second young master of the Yan family cannot be neglected.

Although the Second Young Master looked rebellious and impetuous, the people who followed him, whether it was the middle-aged man named Uncle Gui or the young man named Fu Yanchi, all made Tang Lao feel jealous.

Taking advantage of the time before Li Qiang returned to her room to change her clothes, Mr. Tang casually said while cooking and washing the tea set, "A lot of things happened in the city a few days ago, and the most sensational one was that the daughter of the Song family plotted against the son of the Yan family. , and was finally arrested and imprisoned. Second Young Master Yan came to Huicheng this time because of your brother's affairs, right?"

The word "brother" made Yan Xi suddenly feel awkward, and subconsciously glanced at Fu Yanchi, "Who is free to come here for his mess? I just came here to relax."

Old Tang's eyes darkened a little, and he said with a smile, "I see."

This is the older brother who doesn't want to be disturbed by others, so he specially pushes the younger brother to attract attention as a shield.

In this way, even if he guesses that Fu Yanchi is actually the identity of the eldest son of Yan, he has to cooperate as if he doesn't know anything.

If anyone suspects, he has to help cover it up, otherwise, he may be put on shoes without knowing when.

So cunning.

When Li Qiang came over, the tea was just ready to be boiled. Elder Tang poured a cup of tea for the honored guests, got up and left, leaving room for them.

Seeing the person who came in with clean clothes, Qiqi's eyes lit up, "Grandma, you are so pretty! You are as pretty as my mother!"

After changing out of the dusty overalls, Li Qiang wore a stone-blue woolen dress with a black and white checked silk scarf around her neck, looking dignified and elegant.

Black hair is tied into a bun, pearl earrings are worn, and bright lipstick is specially applied.

When she walked in slowly, her gestures were full of charm, even if there was a hideous scar on her face, the flaws were not concealed.

Li Qiang glanced at Xiaowa'er lightly.

She has heard countless praises, and Xiaowaer is the only one who can praise her so heartily after her disfigurement.

"The only difference between you and your mother is probably that you have a sweet mouth." She sat down gracefully opposite the baby, and looked at the little face without a trace of her eyes.

With a baby-fat oval face, big and round eyes, a small and upturned nose, and a beautiful mouth like rose petals.

Song Yueliang's shadow can be seen everywhere in the facial features.

Probably because she was praised for her sweet mouth, Wa'er smiled brightly, and her eyes were so clear that they could reflect the figure.

A trace of haste flashed across Li Qiang's eyes, and Fu Yanchi, who was sitting opposite, saw it.

"Yanxi, you take Qiqi out to play." He said.

Yanxi curled her lips, knowing that it would be inconvenient for Qiqi to listen to what the two of them wanted to talk about, so she picked up the baby, "Qiqi, let's go, uncle will take you to play."

"But Qiqi doesn't really want to play." Wa'er muttered, her little face was full of reluctance.

She hasn't coaxed grandma with her father yet.

Leave Dad here alone, if Dad is beaten again, there is no Qiqi to save him.

…

Tea room.

Most of the people left at once, only Fu Yanchi and Li Qiang were left sitting opposite each other.

"I asked Mr. Tang, Song Yueliang is unmarried." Li Qiang changed her posture, raised Erlang's legs gracefully, took out a cigarette and lit it.

The smog was lingering, covering her expression, "You call me mother-in-law because you want to keep Song Yueliang as an outhouse? You don't have to be responsible for some food?"

Fu Yanchi was silent for a while, then suddenly looked at the door, "Qiqi, why are you back?"

Li Qiang paused, put the cigarette into the teacup and put it under the coffee table, the action was done in one go.

After finishing this, he turned his head and looked towards the door, only to find that there was no one there.

The young man laughed happily, Li Qiang turned her head and looked at him coldly.

"If the moon is here, you will be very happy. You care about her and Qiqi." The young man smiled, but his tone was serious, "Mother-in-law, my name is Fu Yanchi, unmarried. The relationship between me and Yueliang is that everything depends on to her."

Li Qiang lowered her eyes, her eyes were slightly cold, but her words were still indifferent, "In this case, what is the purpose of you coming to me today? Do you want me to help intercede? Song Yueliang's matter has nothing to do with me, I don't care no."

"If it is true as you said, her matter has nothing to do with you, then why did the mother-in-law go to jail for hurting others for Yueliang? Isn't this contradictory?"

Fu Yanchi stared at the other party with sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

After Yueliang had an accident in the hospital that year, Li Qiang rushed to the Red Maple Villa, and was finally sentenced to prison for wounding someone with a knife.

But according to Uncle Gui's investigation, Li Qiang's attack was extremely decisive at that time, and it was clear that he was rushing to take Song Chunsheng's life.

Li Qiang was silent for a moment, then raised her head with a sneer, "Song Yueliang told you that I hurt others because of her? I'm being passionate. I'm the kind of person who does everything only for himself."

After a pause, she said coldly, "Go back, don't come to me in the future, I don't have the energy to play the game of mother kindness and filial piety. Tell Song Yueliang that you don't have me as a mother."

"Why?" Fu Yanchi asked.

"Because I believe in fate, Song Yueliang is against my fate." The woman got up, left these words coldly, and walked away from the tea room.

The charcoal fire in the red clay stove has not been extinguished, the teapot is constantly gurgling, and the tea fragrance overflows from the spout, filling the room with the fragrance of tea.

Fu Yanchi looked at the untouched teacup in front of him, and said calmly, "Mother-in-law should have a general understanding of Yueliang's affairs during the few days she stayed in the villa, but you must have never heard of Qiqi's story."

"At the beginning, your nanny stole Qiqi and took it back as a bargaining chip to raise. Beating, scolding and abuse were commonplace."

"The Tian family's daughter-in-law despised Qiqi as a burden, and pushed her off the cliff with her own hands."

The woman stopped at the door of the tea room, her feet seemed to be filled with lead, unable to move an inch.

Fu Yanchi picked up the teacup, looked at the clear tea inside, her eyes were extremely pale, "Yueliang has been alone for five years, and her house in Huiyuan is full of empty medicine bottles. She has severe bipolar disorder If Qiqi didn't come back, what would she do? Mother-in-law, you might not be able to control it at that time. Life is impermanent, and in just a few decades, why bother to make things difficult for yourself because of obsession?"