Chapter 2470 The Host Is Cruel Again (10)

"Didn't they all say that being able to eat is a blessing? What's wrong with my daughter's fatness? She's strong and easy to raise!"

"Speaking of which, Cong Yuan and his wife have been married for half a year, haven't they? Why haven't there been any movements in that stomach?"

The cart aunt understood and said: "The young couple is still young, I guess they have thought about the two-person world! Today's young people are like this."

"That Xiao Qiao is young, but Cong Yuan is not too young. The one in front didn't leave him a son and a half daughter. It's been half a year, and there's no movement. Could it be that he can't give birth?"

Before, I envied Su Qiao's aunt who found such a good man, and guessed viciously.

The aunt who pushed the cart quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense. Although the girl's family is from the countryside, she looks pretty good and her body is quite healthy."

"Oh, I just said it casually, how can I be so serious?"

"But this little Joe is really lucky, a working girl, but met such a good man."

Who doesn't envy in this community?

"Who said no!"

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"mom."

At this time, Wen Congyuan, who was being discussed by them, had already returned home.

He changed his shoes, put the flowers and cake in his hand on the coffee table, threw the briefcase on the sofa, and tore off the collar of his shirt.

No one came to greet him, and there was a hint of displeasure on his face: "What about her?"

"She's in the house."

The son finally came back, and the old lady, who had been restless for a day, breathed a sigh of relief.

She glanced at the direction of Su Qiao's room, and quietly pulled her son: "Cong Yuan, something is wrong with her!"

"What's wrong?"

Wen Congyuan glanced at her, and sat down on the sofa indifferently.

The old lady pondered for a while, then shook her head: "I can't tell the specifics, but it just doesn't feel right."

Wen Congyuan thought for a moment, then got up and walked to the door of the room on the right.

Raising his hand and knocking on the door, he said in a commanding tone, "Come out."

The old lady hurriedly called into the room, "Little Qiao, Cong Yuan is back. He bought you flowers and your favorite cake."

Su Qiao was busy all afternoon, just took a shower, changed into a white skirt, and was sitting in front of the dressing table doing her makeup.

Hearing the mother and son's screams and knocks on the door, she walked over impatiently and opened the door: "What's your name? Is it a soul?"

"you……"

Wen Congyuan frowned, just as he was about to lose his temper, he suddenly noticed the makeup on Su Qiao's face.

"Are you wearing makeup?"

"The lipstick is so bright, and the clothes are so revealing, what are you trying to do?"

Wen Congyuan looked at Su Qiao from head to toe, and the more he looked at the evil fire in his heart, the more he couldn't hold back.

"It's up to you?" Su Qiao wouldn't put up with him.

"You are my wife, I don't care who cares?"

Wen Congyuan was originally dissatisfied with her dress, but Su Qiao spoke to him with such a tone and attitude that he finally couldn't help but get angry.

"Tell me! Who are you dressed like this for?"

Wen Congyuan went to grab her arm, rudely trying to pull her over.

How could Su Qiao stand and let him do it?

He took a quick step back, stared at him with a cold face, and turned his wrist.

"Cong Yuan, don't worry, Xiao Qiao doesn't know anyone, she must have dressed up for you to see."

The old lady was very happy, and after a day of grief, she was finally relieved.

But she was also afraid that things would get out of hand.

After all, Su Qiao was beaten only last night, and she was afraid that if she didn't pay attention, she really hurt someone and had to be sent to the hospital.

That's not good.

"Hmph, dressed for me?"

Staring at Su Qiao's V-neck low-cut skirt and her red lips, Wen Congyuan's heart burst out one after another.

His face was blue: "I think it's a wild man I want to show?"