"I just want to make trouble. I just want to beat this shameless bitch to death for seducing someone else's fiancé."
Song Yaqin has a bad temper, and now he has lost his mind, pointing at Su Qiao and yelling angrily.
"You're so shameless. You've done nothing wrong. You want to be a mistress and ruin other people's marriages. Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you're pretty? Can you get into the Jun Family's house?"
"I'm telling you, stop dreaming. People like you don't even need to work as a servant in the Jun Family."
"Jun Ting He's just boring, so he's just playing with you. Do you really think he likes you? You don't take a piss and take a good look at who you are, and how dare you dream of marrying him?"
"Sister Song, stop being angry. It's not worth being angry with this kind of person."
Wearing tight denim shorts and a large bat-sleeve knitted sweater, a young woman of 175 years old walked over and persuaded Song Yaqin in a coquettish voice.
"This kind of woman has no shame at all, and she doesn't have any embarrassment. As long as she is given money, she can do anything. Being angry with this kind of person is a complete waste of time and worth."
As she said that, she looked sideways in the direction of Su Qiao with disdain and let out a cold cry.
"Really, you have to do something bad, but you have to be a mistress. Didn't your mother teach you what etiquette, justice and shame are? Don't embarrass us women, okay?"
Others looked at Su Qiao with more or less contempt.
A man in a black suit with greasy hair who looked a little useless seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was not good Underground Passage:
"There are so many men in the world, why do you choose to be a mistress and destroy other people's families? Aren't you afraid of being poked in the back?"
"That's right."
Others nodded in agreement.
Instead, there was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with prominent blue hair and a big black T-shirt. He was a bit naughty. Underground Passage said, "Hey, that's enough for you, don't make fun of me here."
After saying that, He Kai turned to look at Su Qiao: "I said you are so beautiful, and you can't find a rich man if you want. Why do you have to find a married man?"
"Ahem, um, if you're like this, no... it's not good. As a human being... you still have to be down-to-earth."
The last person to speak was a tall, thin man with a dirty face, a messy dog-gnawed hair, wearing a gray and ragged shabby T-shirt, and army green trousers rolled up to his calf.
At this moment, he was grabbing his dog's head and stammering to persuade Su Qiao.
Everyone looked at him with some disgust and stayed away from him.
Dirty and smelly, he looks stupid, he can't even speak clearly, why should he care about other people's affairs.
He Kai didn't dislike it, and licked her conspicuous blue hair. "Everyone has talked about her. I think she is not very old, and she is not very sensible. And this Miss Song has been beaten and scolded by you, so..."
He Kai originally wanted to smooth things over, but he didn't expect that others would not accept his favor at all.
Wang Yanqiu, who had been carefully comforting her by Song Yaqin's side, was very rude to Underground Passage: "Is it none of your business?"
After quarreling with He Kai, she covered her nose again and looked at Han Feng next to him as if she were looking at garbage in a smelly ditch. "It stinks so much, where did this country bumpkin come from?"
A young man wearing a white casual jacket and silk floral shirt smiled flatteringly at her, turned his head and echoed very unceremoniously, "That's right, is she doing the right thing when she is a mistress?"
I have some bad news for you, tonight is gone. ()-——
Because I have something important to do, I have to travel far away. In the next ten days, I can only update 6,000 for the time being. Don't be angry, everyone. I will continue to update 10,000 when I get back from the hospital. I will refill my pen manually and give it to my friends who have been silently supporting me! (-`)Good night