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1065. Outbreak 4

After saying that, while Leng Yunlin didn't hold her back, she ran up and kicked Dong Jiachang's body.

"Okay, okay!" Leng Yunlin was helpless. One was his mother and the other was his future mother-in-law. Although he also knew that it was her mother who started the matter first, but Mu's mother was also the first to take action.

Didn't suffer any loss.

"What's wrong! Are you my son? She beat your mother!" Dong Jiachang shouted uncontrollably, "You bitch actually struck first!"

"Who asked you to curse first? You deserve it!" Mu's mother still didn't understand her hatred and just wanted to hit her twice more.

"You go first!"

"You curse first!"

"Who asked you to take action first!"

"Who asked you to curse first?"

"You should have scolded me! If I didn't scold you, who would you scold!"

"Then you deserve to be beaten! Who told you to be a bitch!"

Cursing and cursing, the two tried hard to break free, and then came up to fight for another 300 rounds.

"That's enough!" Suddenly, a steady roar sounded, shaking everyone's spirits. It was Leng Haotian!

He is also considered the head of the Leng family and the most authoritative person.

He really couldn't stand it when he behaved like this!

The servants had been hiding aside for a long time, not daring to look over at all. There was a lot of commotion here, especially when two grandma-level people started fighting regardless of their image, which immediately left the people around them wondering what to say.

What is good!

Perhaps because Leng Haotian's eyes were too sharp and his expression was too serious, both Mu's mother and Dong Jiachang stopped at this moment.

Leng Haotian's gaze was indeed gloomy and sharp. He glanced at everyone present, and finally fell on Dong Jiachang and Mama Mu.

After all, Mother Mu is an outsider, and he is too embarrassed to accuse her. However, these two people are really having trouble!

He said: "You are very honored, aren't you? You are already a ***, and you are still fighting at home! You are not afraid that the people next to you will laugh at you! Your sons, daughters, and grandchildren are all looking at you!"

Dong Jiachang immediately said: "She did it first!"

Leng Haotian's eyes, which were as heavy as mountains, glanced at her fiercely: "Who told you to start scolding first! Listen, what are you talking about! Like a shrew in the market, he doesn't care about his own image,

I am Yunlin, and I am ashamed of you! Look at you, look at what you look like now! How dare you stand up and say, are you the daughter-in-law of our Leng family? You are not afraid of embarrassing Haoran and Yunlin!

"

When Dong Jiachang heard this, although she was still a little unconvinced, her hands began to unconsciously smooth the hair that fell in front of her forehead - indeed, it seemed that she had been beaten very painfully. Thinking of this, she hated Mu Mu and Mu Mu even more.

Clear rain!

Leng Haotian looked at Mu's mother again. She quickly came to her senses and did not continue to find trouble. However, the relationship with Dong Jiachang was forged. She looked at Dong Jiachang with angry eyes.

Leng Haotian couldn't say anything else. After all, one of these two people was his sister-in-law and the other was his nephew's mother-in-law.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly calmed down, until Leng Xiaotuanzi was disturbed by the sound just now and burst into tears.

"Wow wow wow wow——"

"Baby, don't cry, don't cry." Mu Qingyu patted the child's quilt gently and coaxed the child gently. Only then did the two fighting adults realize that the most important thing was the child in her hands!

Mu Qingyu must have known what Mu's mother wanted to say. She looked at Mu's mother with pure eyes.

"Mom, let's go back." Mu Qingyu's voice was unusually calm, as if saying that the weather is nice today. However, there was an undoubted firmness in this calm tone.


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