Chapter 600 - The Ninth Wife of the Young Marshal (6)

Chapter 600 The Marshal’s Ninth Wife (6)

Huo Qing looked Sang Jian up and down, and reminded: “You should know the situation in Nanting. You have married many wives and they were suppressed to death.”

“I’m not saying that my son is not good, but the fact is like this. It was agreed at the beginning that he would never marry a wife again. But you are not afraid of being restrained, and you took the initiative to let Nan Ting marry you. There is nothing controversial about this, right?”

Sang Jian nodded, “Auntie has something to say.”

Huo Qing didn’t beat around the bush, “You are very unlucky, because I just established a rule for my family, and I won’t use money to support any woman brought back from Nanting.”

Spent a lot of money to take care of Nan Ting’s new wife, but in the end she died within a few days.

It’s a waste of money and money!

No matter how rich the family is, they can’t afford such a construction!

That was all earned by her son’s hard work!

Single mothers who bring their sons up will always be stingy.

The main reason is that she was also generous, but the generosity was not rewarded!

Now that Sang Jian took the initiative to enter Huo’s house, he can only take her first.

Sang Jian raised his eyebrows, “Then it’s okay for my husband to take money to support me?”

She doesn’t take money to support her, but Huo Nanting takes money to support her. There is no contradiction between the two, right?

“You” Huo Qing was taken aback by Sang Jian’s words.

She thought it was a girl, and when she heard her words, she would be a little self-aware, but she didn’t expect Sang Jian to directly blame Huo Nanting?

She took a deep breath and said bluntly: “I mean, you have to go out and make money yourself!”

“Hey.”

Hearing this, Sang Jian leaned on the sofa and said melancholy: “I thought that coming to the Huo family, such a big family can live a good life, so I was thinking too much!”

Huo Qing didn’t speak.

Who made her unlucky? Catch up with new rules at home.

Huo Qing doesn’t mean that she doesn’t like Sang Jian, she is already satisfied with marrying a daughter-in-law with her son like this.

But after experiencing so many daughters-in-law, Huo Qing has become bearish.

You must not give your true feelings to these daughters-in-law, lest she die one day, and she will have to be sad for a while.

So even if she is treated as a wicked mother-in-law, she doesn’t care.

I just don’t know why her son’s aesthetics are so consistent?

Nine!

Looks like nine separated.

Huo Qing felt scared when she saw this face now.

“Okay, take my words to heart! Nanting usually comes back at night, and sometimes he doesn’t come back. You have to be mentally prepared. If you have anything to do at home, ask the servant girl to do it. I’m going out.”

Huo Qing didn’t want to think too much, stood up, stepped on her high heels and left the villa.

“Slow down!” Sang Jian greeted.

Huo Qing almost slipped, and turned her head to stare at Sang Jian.

This is her home!

Why does it feel like Sang Jian is the new hostess of the villa?

Sang Jian lay paralyzed on the sofa, looking at Huo Qing’s back, slightly curling her lips.

Although this mother didn’t treat her very well, there was no malice on her body, at most she just didn’t want to give any more affection.

She can understand too.

As soon as Huo Qing left, Sang Jian returned to her room and locked herself in the room

Practice singing!

Her contract with Paramount has not expired, since she is allowed to make money by herself, then continue to be a singer.

After all, she is still popular in Paramount.

But just because the original owner sings well, it doesn’t mean that Sang Jian also sings well.

She asked Yiyuan to find her a few singing and vocal skills videos, and practiced in the room for a day.

The maid outside listened to her out-of-key singing from the very beginning, wishing she could die.

I really don’t understand how she became popular in Paramount besides her beautiful voice.

But later on, I don’t know if I got used to listening to it. The more I got to the back, the more pleasant it sounded.

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600! !

Good night (づ￣3￣)づ

(end of this chapter)