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"You... you dare to hit my mom, see... see how I pack you!"

At this moment, Ji Jing also came back to God, screaming and rushing over, he would grab Ye Qiao, his hand just lifted up, he was caught by a palm, and Ji Mo pushed her away and reached out. Bring Ye Qiao behind him.

"It’s not about her business. Now I’m going out from my house right away, otherwise... don’t blame me, you’re welcome!”

"You're welcome!" Bai Qiu Ling was so angry that she had a chest ups and downs, and she was afraid that Ji Mo would not dare to shoot him.

After all, the other person is a man, and his height is placed there. She is also afraid that Ji Mo really has to deal with her.

Just can't swallow this nausea, bite his teeth, and step back abruptly, grab the frame of the mother from the piano, and fall heavily on the ground.

The photo frame landed, the glass was broken into several pieces, and the photo of the mother inside immediately slipped out and landed on the ground.

"stop!"

Ji Murang rushed over and bent over to take pictures of his mother.

On the side, Ji Jing has already had a kind of learning. She grabbed the fruit plate on the coffee table. She originally wanted to drop the fruit plate on the ground. I didn’t expect Jiyin to go to the photo. The crystal fruit plate came over and was on the side of his shoulder. .

Ji Mo’s body fell and fell to the ground.

Ye Qiao was anxious.

"Season!"

Screaming and rushing forward, she grabbed the fruit knife that fell on the ground and pointed to the quiet face that was thrown at the cup!

"All the mother told me to stop!"

Ji Jing was scared, and Bai Qiuling was frightened. He grabbed the photo of the mother of the season and Ji Mo, staying in the same place.

"You... you put the knife down, Ye Qiao, you... you kill, you!"

Ye Qiao clasped the fruit knife and looked angry.

"Let me put things down and let go!"

Ye Qiao stretched out his hand and took the cup in the hands of Ji Jing.

Bai Qiuling put down the photo in her hand in a panic and worried to rush to the side of her daughter.

"Ye Qiao, you... don't mess!"

"roll!"

Ye Qiao angered.

The mother and the daughter pulled each other and fled, and Ye Qiao did not hesitate to chase it out.

"You have listened to me, I will dare to come next time, be careful that my white knife will come in with a red knife. Mom, my grandmother is not afraid to wear shoes, there is a kind of you to try again..."

She raised her hand and threw the fruit knife out. He was kneeling down the mother and daughter down the stairs. Bai Qiuling was so scared that she fell on the stairs, almost urinating her skirt, and she pulled her up in a panic, and the two fled.

"I really mad at me!" Ye Qiao gasped and kicked a foot on the railing, turned and looked at the house, only to see Ji Mo is pulling the pieces, carefully picking up the mother's photo, she suddenly felt sour, Come back lightly, bring the door, walk to his side, and hold his arm. "Season, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Ji Mo erased the water stains on the photo with his back. "Apologize, Ye Qiao, let you laugh!"

"There is no good thing in the last name..." Ye Qiao took him to the sofa and sat down, noticed that his face was a bit wide, and he added a sentence, "I... I am not saying you!"

"I know." Ji Mo raised his face and smiled at her. "Just, thank you very much!"

"I am kind to me, I tell you!" Ye Qiao pulled the paper towel and helped him to wipe off the stains on the clothes. "I don't have a saying, 'Do you have a wicked person?' People, you have to come to mix, and they can't tell the truth. You are too educated too gentleman. If I go up two big ear posts, then throw them out, a word is too lazy. And they crap..."