Rebirth of a Fierce Husband and a Fierce Wife: A Slender Poisonous Girl

Jian Qingyu glared at her impatiently, "Go and find her quickly. We must find her second sister. She is not in good health. If she faints somewhere, then..."

A sweet voice sounded at the door, "Sister, why are you here?"

Jian Qingyu's body stiffened, and she looked over following the voice. She saw Qingxue wearing a pink and purple skirt. Her hair was tied up in a bunch of jade hairpins. Her black hair fell down like a waterfall, and she had a small white jade face with a delicate pink jade face.

Snow, refreshing yet generous.

"Where did you run to? I'm almost worried to death. Come on, go and lie down on the bed."

A trace of surprise appeared on Jian Qingxue's face, and her eyes widened in confusion. "I'm not sick or in pain. Why are I lying down in the middle of the day? Sister, the fifth aunt is very sick. Please ask a doctor to take a look at her quickly. Second

My younger brother came to beg me just now, but I can’t even get out of the room, what can I do? But my second younger brother is our younger brother after all. He is crying so sadly, and it really hurts my heart to see him."

She seemed not to have seen Mrs. Ling, with a look of grievance and helplessness on her face.

Jian Qingyu was angry and anxious, and kept winking at her, but the other party didn't respond, "You...you...where were you just now?"

The dead girl must have been hiding on purpose, and even dragged her second brother and fifth aunt out, deliberately trying to embarrass their mother and daughter. It's so abominable.

Jian Qingxue stretched out her hand to straighten her slightly messy hair, with a wry smile on her face, "It's right in the yard. The second aunt ordered me not to go out even half a step, otherwise the family will deal with it, so how can I dare to run around?"

When Mrs. Ling heard this, her expression changed. What on earth is going on?

Jian Qingyu didn't expect that she would bite her back, and she was furious, "That's nonsense, how could my mother say that? You are always too worried and misunderstood my mother. She couldn't get up because she saw you were sick, so she asked you to rest in peace,

talent……"

She secretly looked behind her, her heart beating fast and she was extremely nervous. What would Mrs. Ling think?

It’s strange, even though she was so sick that she couldn’t move in bed, why was she still bouncing around as usual?

Jian Qingxue turned around in a circle, her skirt bloomed like a flower, her pretty little face was pink and tender, and her complexion was very good, "Sister, I'm not sick. Really, it's strange that you asked Dr. Jiang to come and diagnose me."

, why do you always say that I am sick? I am clearly feeling refreshed and fine."

She is like a lively and lovely innocent little girl, with a charming and innocent expression, and a clear and sweet voice that makes people forget their worries.

Jian Qingyu was at a loss for words and was sweating profusely, "You...I..."

No matter how much she has a city, she doesn't know how to deal with this kind of thing.

Mrs. Ling stood up and waved with a smile, "Qingxue, come here and let Aunt Ling take a good look at you."

Qingxue was stunned as if she had just seen her. She quickly stepped forward to salute her and said hello. She was meticulous, dignified and gentle in her manners, very like everyone else.

Mrs. Ling took her hand and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but sigh, "Good boy, you have suffered."

She is not a fool. If she has doubts, if she thinks about what happened just now, what else can she not figure out?

The Jian family worked so hard for the future of their two concubine daughters, and even did not hesitate to step on the shoulders of the legitimate daughter to climb up. It is really abominable.

When she thought of this, all her good feelings for Jian Qingyu suddenly disappeared, and she was extremely disdainful.

Qingxue was also sizing her up. Mrs. Ling was dressed in rich clothes, dignified and graceful. There was an imperceptible sharpness between her eyebrows. She was a woman who had been in charge of the family for many years.

She was not afraid of strangers either, and said with a sweet smile, "Aunt Ling, Xue'er is not bitter, and my family is very nice to me."

The sweeter her smile became, the more intolerable Mrs. Ling became. Although she considered this future daughter-in-law, she was not happy to see her being bullied like this by her family.