During this period, her stepmother Yao Yuhan also offered her food attentively. Jiang Zimo looked at this woman coldly. Over the years, her beauty and femininity seemed to have been fixed. She looked at her in broad daylight.
With her skin that can be broken, people would think that she is still a girl in her twenties. No wonder her father is so obsessed with it. I am afraid that not many men can resist such a charming look.
Tempted?
But what about her mother? By now, she must have turned into a pile of bones. But she, an unfilial daughter, is still sitting opposite her enemy, eating and drinking in vain.
Thinking of this, her face darkened, as if the food had been poisoned and she could no longer swallow it.
"Azi, what's wrong with you?" Murong Qingzhen soon noticed that something was wrong with her expression. He turned around with concern and saw that she was looking at his aunt with a cold look.
In response to this, Yao Yuhan, a bitch, immediately made an expression as if she was about to cry. She looked at Jiang's father, her small nose flaps were slightly flaring, and she slightly twitched the corners of her mouth, but she said: "It seems that Ah Zi still doesn't want to cry."
If you like the food I cook, Shuhua, I'd better go ask Mother Jiang to cook a few more things and serve them."
With that said, Yingying stood up and walked to the kitchen.
Jiang's father glanced at his daughter with dissatisfaction, took his wife's hand and comforted her: "Don't always tolerate her bad habits. I heard that they came to eat today. You worked so hard to prepare such a big table of food, but it's still...
I picked out what she likes to eat and cook it, but she actually has the nerve to look down on you, it’s really outrageous... Ignore her, come, sit down and drink some soup."
After saying that, he did not forget to glare at Jiang Zimo fiercely.
Jiang Zimo felt a chill in his heart and his hands seemed to tremble.
Then, she was gently pulled into his arms by Murong Qingzhen and patted her back gently.
He whispered in his ear: "Hey, don't be like this, how about I take you to your room to sit for a while?"
Jiang Zimo looked at him silently, without nodding, but her eyes were clearly filled with beautiful sadness as sad as water.
Murong Qingzhen's heart tightened when she saw it, and she quickly turned to Jiang's father and her aunt and said: "Azi and I went out to attend a cocktail party yesterday. When I came back, I caught a little cold, so I didn't have a good appetite. I want to send her back to her home."
Can you take a rest in your room?"
The golden turtle son-in-law he had always been optimistic about spoke, and Jiang's father naturally nodded repeatedly. After Murong Qingzhen explained, he glanced at his daughter's face. Oh, she seems a little pale, thinking about what he said just now
Those words made Jiang's father feel upset again, but he couldn't save the dignity to apologize to his daughter, so he called Mother Jiang who was standing aside and said: "Go and make some ginger soup for the eldest lady. Remember to cut the purple ginger very finely."
Silk."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Zimo didn't even look at him, and took Murong Qingzhen to his boudoir on the second floor.
Now you know that you are scolding the wrong person? Why did you go there earlier? ------Sneak, she is no longer the little girl who longed for her father's love after losing her mother!
Murong Qingzhen held the handrail of the stairs and looked at her worriedly, saying, "Azi, if you are really unhappy, should we leave now?"
Jiang Zimo shook his head, pushed open his door, and casually pointed to a single sofa at the entrance: "Sit! Why are we leaving? I like this place. This is the ancestral home of our Jiang family. I grew up here.
I grew up here. Moreover, I am planning to decorate this place as our wedding room!"