"I..." Aunt Luo lay with her whole body on the ground, with uncontrollable fear on her face. She told herself again and again that she couldn't let go. As long as she let go, her life would be over. She couldn't help but feel nervous from the inside out.
It was cold to the bone, and he was trembling more and more: "I didn't... I really didn't..."
"Yes, it doesn't count even if I say it, and it doesn't matter even if you don't, you have to speak up!" Aunt Hua's pretty face sank, and her voice was cold: "Originally, I was caring about your face, Sister Luo, and the old lady's.
I don’t want to save my face, but I don’t want you, Sister Luo, to go all the way to the dark side, so you can’t blame me!”
She stood up suddenly and had sparks in her eyes. The gentleness she had just deliberately displayed was gone, and her sneer also revealed a coldness: "After you entered the house, the prime minister hurt you, the old lady pampered you, what else?
Not satisfied? Why do you do such shameless things?"
Aunt Hua's voice was loud, her face was very ugly, and she could be said to have a stern tone.
Aunt Luo shook her head vigorously and sobbed: "No, I didn't..."
Aunt Hua twirled the handkerchief with her fingers, her eyes wrapping around Aunt Luo's body like poisonous snakes: "You are determined not to die until you reach the Yellow River. At this moment, you are still hoping to get away with it."
Her smile was colder than ever before. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth: "The painter is in my hands right now, and he said everything."
Did you say everything? Even the previous private exchanges?
Aunt Luo's vision went dark, and she almost fainted. She tried her best to hold it back. Although she was panicking, she still had a hint of clarity. She knew that if she wanted to survive at this time, she had to bite the bullet and not admit it.
"Sister Hua, I don't understand what you are talking about? I didn't... really didn't..."
Seeing that she had made up her mind and refused to let go, Aunt Hua became angry in her heart and did not allow her to speak again. She said sternly: "You don't know what I'm talking about? Okay, I'll talk about it carefully today. You and Jin'er
That painter, who had been in love for a long time and had a bad temper, pretended to be pure and innocent, married the prime minister, and now he is still arrogant."
Aunt Hua stood up suddenly: "Since you keep saying that you are not innocent. Well, if you are really innocent, you might as well go to the Prime Minister with me and make it clear. If nothing else, just talk about your handkerchief.
How did your daughter fall from that painter's body? Just tell me about the things you had with the painter before you got married!"
The more Aunt Hua spoke, the angrier she became, and the more she spoke, the more she spoke: "You shameless black-hearted man, do you know how much you have caused the Prime Minister to lose face? If this matter spreads out, he will definitely be ridiculed by the officials.
It's hard to say that it would be an excuse for some people to attack him."
"You are the niece of the old lady and the cousin of the prime minister. It is a good thing that we are close to each other. In the past, you seemed to be smart. Why have you become so confused about this matter? Do you really not know anything about it?
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Aunt Hua's words struck Aunt Luo like bolts of lightning, causing her to become even more panicked. Her face was like a tide, and suddenly it turned blue, almost transparent.
Looking at her frightened look, Aunt Hua knew that her words had shocked her. The anger on her face faded slightly, and she said calmly: "I see you are a sensible person, I didn't bring a handkerchief to look for her."
Prime Minister, I just want to give you a chance. If you still have some brains, you should know what to do next? Who can help you? Who should listen to and act? "
Aunt Luo suddenly raised her head and looked at Aunt Hua with wide round eyes: What she means is...