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Jiang Hai Song saw how his wife's heart was broken by her son, and walked forward to support Ye Qingqing. He cursed in his heart: Damn brat, now that you've grown up, you only know how to bully your mother.

"Qing Qing, that stinking brat is lying to you." Even if he didn't have a wife yet, he was about to have a wife soon. Otherwise, with his personality, why would he bring girls here? " Jiang Hai Song comforted Ye Qingqing.

"Yeah, how come I forgot there's a girl upstairs?" After being comforted by Jiang Hai Song, Ye Qing Qing was revived on the spot.

After that, Ye Qingqing coldly snorted at Jiang Hai and Song Qing, "Hmph."

"What's wrong, Qing Qing? Are you still angry over that stinking brat?" Jiang Hai Song said in concern as he circled around Ye Qingqing.

"It wasn't Jiang Mo who provoked me." Ye Qingqing still did not want to look at Song of the River Sea.

"Who is that? Which bastard was it? I'll get even with him. See if I beat him up. " Jiang Hai Song was furious. He was unwilling to even anger Ye Qingqing, yet there was still someone else who was popular with her. How could he not be angry?

"It's you. You're the one who pissed me off. "Are you going to hit yourself?" Ye Qingqing's sudden words caused Jiang Hai Song to be at a loss of what to do.

"What did I do wrong?" Jiang Hai Song asked curiously.

"You, you, you still don't know what you did wrong? You are even more guilty. " Ye Qingqing pointed at Jiang Hai Song and said angrily.

"Qing Qing, my Qing, my wife, at least you want me to be a ghost, right? "Let me remind you what I did wrong so that I can correct it." Jiang Hai Song thought for a while, and after a while, he didn't know where he had gone wrong, so he asked.

"Well, I'll tell you what you said about my son being a" stinky kid ". "Hrm?" Ye Qingqing saw that Jiang Hai Song did not really know, so she told him herself.

"…" Jiang Hai Song was speechless. He seemed to have said it before, but wasn't that also his son? I can't say son? Besides, hadn't he just spoken up for her?

Seeing that Jiang Hai Song didn't say anything, Ye Qingqing continued to ask: "Speak, is Jiang Mo a stinky brat?"

Jiang Hai Song replied loudly, "No!"

What a joke! His wife had already shown her might. How could he still say that Jiang Mo was a stinky brat?

"Who's the brat?" Ye Qingqing glanced at Jiang Hai Song.

"I am, I am a brat." Jiang Hai and Song conceded.

"Hmm, that's more like it. I'll go upstairs first. You play by yourself in the living room. "You're not allowed to follow." After Ye Qingqing finished speaking, she turned around and left.

"…" If you leave, why should I play alone? Jiang Hai Song really wanted to follow him, but when his wife just said "Do not follow me", she gave him a threatening look, as if to say: If you dare to follow me, do not enter my room tonight and go to sleep in my study.

So you, in order not to sleep in the study at night, he had to stay in the living room.

Sigh, who could be as pitiful as him? He was the only one who had a son, and his wife's heart was no longer with him. They all revolved around their son.

When his son was ten years old, he had wanted to make a baby marriage so that his son could be married when he reached adulthood. But his wife did not want to, and said: We want to go fashion, let the child freely love.

Therefore, he could only hope that in the future, his son would quickly fall in love with him and get married.

But the more he wished for something, the less likely it would appear.

His son was already twenty-four this year, and there was no one he liked. He was still snatching his wife's attention away from her. He was really sad.

He was really happy to hear that his son had brought home a girl.

He couldn't wait for his son to get married so no one could steal his wife.