Chapter 67 If I Were a Crow's Mouth

"My God... Madam, Miss, how are you two?!"

Mama Liu hurried forward, "Why don't you come to help quickly! Help Mrs. Miss up?"

"Ouch...my waist..."

Zhou Manli's aching face was twisted into a ball, she grinned and supported her waist, her painful eyes shining with gold stars.

"Wanwan, my baby, are you alright?" She looked over and saw that Song Jingwan's forehead was blue, and her body was covered in water.

Song Jingwan shivered in pain and burst into tears, "Mom...it hurts to death..."

"Mother Liu! Hurry up and call Dr. Liu over here!"

Zhou Manli didn't care about the pain in her body, she comforted Song Jingwan in a soft voice, her expression suddenly sank when she glanced at Song Yaoyao, who was safe and sound.

"Crow's Mouth! Good and bad spirits, I gave birth to you, I have been blood mold for eight lifetimes!"

Song Yaoyao paused, she turned her head and sneered, "What you said is so funny, didn't I remind you just now?"

The two of them were not wearing non-slip shoes. The yard here was cleaned by servants every day, and there was a heavy rain just now. It was normal for the ground to slip. What does it have to do with her mouth?

From childhood to adulthood, she has been praised countless times for her good luck and Buddhist fate.

This is the first time someone said she was a crow's mouth.

"How dare you talk back? Eat my food and live with me, if you have the kind of thing, you can get out--"

Song Jingwan's eyes darkened as she looked at Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoyao watched Zhou Manli pointing at the door, her eyes mocking. She rolled her eyes and shrugged nonchalantly.

"OK."

After saying that, she hugged her schoolbag, and under Song Jingwan's burning eyes, she turned and walked towards the door. By the way, he fluttered and left a sentence without looking back, "If I really have a crow's mouth, then I want all those who hate me to disappear from this world. I wonder if it will come true?"

She snorted softly, and let out a sneer.

Zhou Manli's expression was gloomy and indistinguishable. She gritted her teeth and watched Song Yaoyao's figure disappearing from the door step by step. She suddenly exhaled heavily and ordered someone to help Song Jingwan into the room.

"Mom... take care of her..." Song Jingwan tugged at her carefully.

"Don't worry about this, and you—!" Zhou Manli glared at the servants, "Whoever dares to look for her, then get out with her!"

She's really skilled, how dare you challenge her?

Eat hers, wear hers and use hers, what happened when she said a few words to her?

Zhou Manli didn't think she was wrong at all. Did she give birth to Song Yaoyao to make her talk back to her?

"But Mom, she's slender outside and has nowhere to go... What if she encounters danger outside..." Song Jingwan quietly hooked her lower lip, with a worried tone and a timid expression.

"Don't worry about her, how far can she go without money? If she dares to come back later, I have to ask her to kneel and apologize! If I don't treat her, she will forget who she lives on!"

Song Jingwan frowned and nodded lightly, "Well then..."

"You are soft-hearted. Fortunately, my mother has a sweet little padded jacket like you, otherwise I will be mad sooner or later."

She limped towards the house, in a very bad mood, but what she thought in her heart was, how come it wasn't Song Yaoyao that fell, but her Wanwan—

This thought only flashed, and she suddenly panicked, the whole person did not respond, she slipped and slammed into the door frame.

"Bangdang-"