Jiang Yuru is such a disgusting and insidious woman. She deliberately wants Ji Zhanbai to misunderstand and wants Ji Zhanbai to torture herself.
Mu Qingchi really wanted to tear away the false disguise on her face and expose Jiang Yuru's despicableness.
But she knew very well in her heart that she couldn't do it. She was a fake and she couldn't expose Jiang Yuru.
You can't expose Jiang Yuru, but that doesn't mean she doesn't do anything. Jiang Yuru wants to put a shit basin on her head to make Ji Zhanbai misunderstand her and torture her, so she has to fight back.
Mu Qingchi took his hand out of Jiang Yuru's hand and said politely, "Sorry, Aunt Jiang, I can't have this bag."
"Aunt Jiang? I am your aunt and you call me Aunt Jiang?" Jiang Yuru suddenly raised her voice.
"Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog. Now that I'm married to Ji Zhanbai, I naturally have to change my name after her, right?" There was no smile on Mu Qingchi's face.
"Okay, it's okay for you to follow Zhan Bai and call her aunt, but didn't we agree on this bag during dinner yesterday? You were quite happy to agree to it, weren't you?" Jiang Yuru secretly hated it in her heart.
Damn counterfeit, how dare you treat her like this, look at how disgusting she is, Ji Zhanbai is disgusting.
She knew very well about Jiang Jingyao's affair with Lu Nanfeng in the past. She was Jiang Jingyao now. She knew how cruel Ji Zhanbai was, and Ji Zhanbai would torment her to death by bringing up the old matter.
As Jiang Yuru said this, Ji Zhanbai, who had been pushed to the door of the living room by Amin, turned his head and looked at Mu Qingchi coldly from behind the mask.
Mu Qingchi didn't need to take off his mask to know how ugly his face looked now. Jiang Yuru really had no good intentions and wanted to kill her.
She obviously didn't do anything and she didn't offend her. Why would she do this to herself?
Mu Qingchi couldn't understand. She only knew that she couldn't be silent now. There was a look of grievance on her face.
"When did I promise Lu Nanfeng to have his bag? Aunt Jiang, you can't just talk nonsense."
"Jingyao, I am your aunt. If you are there, you are, and if you are not, you are not. Do I need to accuse you unjustly?" Jiang Yuru emphasized the word "aunt".
Then he looked like he suddenly understood, "Are you afraid that Zhan Bai will misunderstand you? You and Nan Feng did have a good relationship before, but now that you are married to Zhan Bai, what happened in the past is over, and Lord Zhan Bai has a lot of him
There’s no mistaking it.”
It's really hard not to mention something. No matter how much Ji Zhanbai is an adult, he can't do enough for what Jiang Jingyao did in the past.
Jiang Yuru was going to punish her to death, and Mu Qingchi knew that if he didn't fight back, this woman might do something outrageous.
She didn't want to be at odds with Jiang Yuru. After all, she was Ji Yin's biological mother, and she didn't look at the monk's face or the Buddha's face, but she couldn't swallow her anger and let her slander her.
What happened yesterday must be explained clearly. Fortunately, she had already made preparations yesterday.
Mu Qingchi smiled and said, "Aunt Jiang, I have forgotten everything in the past. I only remember the present. I am Ji Zhanbai's wife now. I will not do anything to discredit him or hurt him. What happened yesterday is what I did
I was afraid that Zhan Bai would misunderstand, so I made special preparations."
How could Jiang Yuru believe that Mu Qingchi would make preparations? She looked so weak and did not look like a person with brains. She must be bluffing now.
"Preparation? What preparations are you making? Jingyao, are you kidding me?"
"I'm not joking, Aunt Jiang. I have all the recordings from yesterday's dinner. Do you want to listen to them?"
