Mrs. Nie hesitated for a while and then said: "Anyway, I don't like her!"
What she said was almost unreasonable.
Nie Fengyun frowned, "You shouldn't be so willful."
Just because she doesn't like it, she wants to veto and change other people's happiness. Zhao Shunjuan has always been gentle and meticulous. What stimulation did she receive this time?
"What about you? You only have work in mind all day long. When did you really care about your son and daughter? You didn't care about it before, but you don't have the time to care about it now, right? So you won't object at all, Nie Fengyun,
Over the years, how many requests have I made of you?"
She accused her loudly, and by the end, her face turned cold.
Nie Fengyun didn't expect that she actually pointed her finger at him, and her face darkened for a moment.
"Do you think you can still interfere with Chuhang now? I think you know better than me what kind of temper my son has."
After he finished speaking, he ignored her and got into his car.
Mrs. Nie clenched her fists and watched him leave once again as if it had nothing to do with her.
She suddenly felt sad...
She had been married into the Nie family for thirty years, but she didn't even have the right to speak.
Her husband only had courtesy and respect for her. The old lady was the head of the family. What did she have left?
In recent days, this sad mood has been bothering her more and more.
Not only the incident between Chu Hang and Su Yutong reminded her of what happened a long time ago, but also Nie Fengyun's attitude towards her.
As she reaches middle age, she can no longer behave as coldly and indifferently as she did when she was young.
She would also be sad without her husband's caring love and care.
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In a pastoral-style house, the courtyard is filled with various flowers. At a glance, it seems as if this place is a flower field. It is extremely beautiful.
The environment here is really suitable for rest, and it is close to mountains and rivers, far away from the urban area.
The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Such an environment is supposed to make people feel like they are on vacation.
However, at this time, in the bright living room, a woman in white was staring at the TV with a ferocious look on her face.
Her eyes were fixed on the picture on the TV, and she felt that the anger in her heart was like a flood, about to gush out and drown everything.
Such emotions are becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
She even pinched her own palms to pieces.
"Tian'er, it's time to have breakfast."
Someone shouted behind her, but she seemed not to have heard it and was still staring at the TV.
The man, holding up the ring, proposed to the woman.
Next to it is a robot and a little girl applauding. The picture is so beautiful.
It is the moment that every woman looks forward to most.
She had also hoped for it, but every time she thought her dream would come true, the next second it would be far away from her.
And now, the man she couldn't let go of was proposing to another woman.
That is his ex-wife, and next to her is their daughter.
Everything seemed like a lifetime ago to her.
He probably has forgotten her a long time ago, right?
These days, with her mother's company and the guidance of her psychiatrist, she has become very calm.
But now that she saw such a scene, she still couldn't bear it.
The poppy in her heart seemed to be blooming to its fullest, and she couldn't stand them being so happy together.