Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Qiu Jingman looked at his son's look, but was not satisfied with his lips, hum, she was not satisfied with Mo Qiuxi nowadays.

What if the son knows that Mo Qiuxi is gone?

She is a mother. She and her son are related by blood. This is the family. Mo Qiuxi is an outsider. When he leaves, his son and Wan Qing are together. Isn’t Wan Qi better than Mo Qiuxi?

Wen Qingzhu's head hurts a lot, he hasn't rested well for a while, and now he's also very disturbed. Maybe he really has to sleep.

Go to the bedroom to sleep, at night.

When Wen Qingzhu woke up again, it was more than eight in the evening.

After washing, he went downstairs and came to the living room. At first glance, he was looking for Mo Qiuxi's figure.

But there was no Mo Qiuxi in sight, and Wen Qingzhu felt his heart became empty, empty and empty.

His face changed greatly, "Mom, what about Qiuxi? She hasn't returned yet?"

At this time, Wen Qingzhu was worried. Why is Mo Qiuxi not coming back so late?

Qiu Jingman jumped in his heart as he listened to his son's worried voice.

The son returned, and it seemed that he was very concerned about Mo Qiuxi, and he never missed it.

"This child is out of the house today, so it's no surprise that he is away from home!"

Wen Zhenghong read the newspaper beside him, looked up at Qiu Jingman, and hummed.

Wen Qingzhu stepped over to Qiu Jingman's side, "Mom, don't you say, Qiuxi is good at home? At this late hour, don't you care? She is my wife!"

Qiu Jingman said in surprise: "Do you still recognize her as your wife? What about the tenderness?"

Wen Qingzhu had a headache and rubbed his eyebrows with his hands. "Mom, Qiuxi has always been my wife. The tender feelings are all past tense. Don't you understand it, don't I say it?"

Seeing that his son's face was cold, Qiu Jingman jumped in a sulking heart, and some did not know how to speak.

She looked at her son like this, somehow, and also a little uneasy.

Such a cold son is really different when the day is mild, so she has a feeling of not knowing her son.

Qiu Jingman is always guilty, and he will look at his son without talking.

Wen Qingzhu's brow furrowed, his expression condensing, and his heart was beating anxiously.

He turned to look at his father on the sofa, "Dad, you say, Qiu Xi?"

Wen Zhenghong put the newspaper down, "It was gone years ago."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, it echoed in the air. After listening, Wen Qingzhu only felt the buzzing of his head, which caused severe pain.

Leaving years ago?

What kind of concept is that?

Wen Qingzhu had hardly even thought about it before. Qiu Xi would leave and leave...

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that day, she sat alone on the bench cold, lonely figure.

Wen Qingzhu's heart hurt.

He turned his head and looked sharply at his mother, "Mom, you lied to me, didn't you say that she was good at home? Why did she leave?"

Wen Qingzhu said here, his heart hurt, he paused and said, "Mom, did you do anything to her?"

Qiu Jingman was questioned by his son for the first time, and it was also stimulating, loudly said: "What can I do to her, is she going to go, I can't stop it, that girl does not understand the rules, rude, night If you don’t return to home, what do you do to keep her? No one on the small door can get on the countertop!"

After listening to this sentence, Wen Qingzhu instantly fired two **** of fire. He pursed his lips and could not do anything to his mother, but thumped his fist on the table next to it!

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