Male God Please Lie Down

"Then you can help me inquire, and it will benefit you in the end!"

The old woman looked slender again, and said with a smile.

"Okay, don't worry!!"

With that said, Xiao Qiao nodded again.

"Grandma is going to sell you!"

Qingming's half-sister sat next to her, whispering, her expression was very lonely, and there was also a kind of sadness of death.

is not that right?

Girls and grandma have never liked them.

The sister who dragged the oil bottle was sold. She, a girl, is of no use, and she still doesn't know how to treat herself.

Thinking of this, her expression became more and more cold.

Ning Qingming didn't speak, but just sat.

"You are so indifferent, are you so indifferent?"

She asked again.

"What about so-called?"

Ning Qingming looked at her.

Does it matter if you stay in this kind of home?

Can I think about other things?

Besides, she was actually quite happy and could go to Hua's house, which was exactly what she wanted.

Hearing what Ning Qingming said, he was choked right now.

"I have nothing to say to you!"

"I do not have either!"

Ning Qingming looked at her and shrugged, then looked to the other side.

"Mother, how can you sell Qingming!?"

Probably the maid outside was gone, and the Zhao clan began to quarrel with the old woman.

"I have raised her for so many years, now it's time for her to make sacrifices. When I sell her, I'm going to eat spicy food too!"

The old woman snorted coldly, and she glanced at the Zhao family sideways, ha ha ha, it is really hard to see it normally, Zhao family usually has no dreams, but at this time she jumped out to speak.

"Sold it, then there is nothing good about the slave and maidservant."

Zhao said in a cold voice.

"Zhao, you must remember clearly who you are talking to now, don't think that you are going to heaven if you are pregnant with a child!"

The old woman's sharp eyes glanced at Zhao's.

Zhao Shi was seen by him, and his whole body trembled suddenly.

"Remember, you are not just such a child, your woman is there—"

As the old woman said, she pointed her finger at Er Ya who was standing on the side.

"And the stuff in your stomach, I don't know if it's the one with the handle, I'm worried about you."

Having said this, the old woman looked at Zhao's and sneered again.

Zhao didn't say a word, bowed his head and remained silent for a while, then looked at the old woman again.

"Anyway, I won't agree to sell the child."

When Zhao said these words, his expression was also very calm.

"Does it matter to you at home?"

The old woman walked up to Zhao's and slapped Zhao's face with a slap.

Zhao's beaten face turned to one side, she gritted her teeth and looked at the old woman's eyes with a trace of hatred.

"mother--"

Seeing the raging swords outside, Ning Qingming hurriedly walked outside and reached out to support the Zhao family.

"Don't worry, I won't sell you!"

Looking at Qingming, Zhao's tears fell.

"I'm fine, mother..."

Qing Ming looked at her and shook his head.

"I was sold, and my mother won't be so tired!"

Hearing what Qing Ming said, Zhao's tears could no longer stop, and they flowed down.

"You kid, why do you still talk like that!"

Zhao's hand stretched out and covered her mouth.

"You stinky lady!"