His Wife Calls The Shots

The angry cry seemed to tear this place, and the hateful man grabbed a fruit bowl and threw at his blood niece fiercely.

And Qian Miao just stood calmly at the door, her thin body exuding a cold breath, calmly watching the man who rushed here.

In the next second, a powerful arm blocked Qianmiao, and his clearly defined fingers squeezed Yun Guan's wrist in time, and with a strong buckle, he let him loose the fruit plate in his hand.

The black chicken's eyes were cold: "Intentionally hurting others, do you want to go to the bureau?"

Yun Guan was full of anger, staring at Qian Miao and roaring: "Smelly bitch, I have to pay the price for ruining my home!"

"If you are not afraid of death, just come." Qian Miao responded coldly, glanced at him lightly with Qing Jue, and walked into the ward.

"I have a few words with the old lady to say separately."

Others naturally refused. Yun Ruyi pointed at her and said angrily: "Jun Xuan Yun, she is the one who broke our house, don't hesitate to drive her out!"

Qian Miao raised his lips and sat on the armrest of the sofa at will, feeling awe-inspiring and meaningless.

"The winner is the king and the loser is Kou, what can we do now?"

Yun Ruyi stared at her with red eyes, and laughed coldly: "I thought it was the final winner? God will clean up! Wait!"

Qian Mianshit shook his head: "This lady, a few days ago, didn't she still brag in front of me, saying to reconcile with me and speak for me? Why are you crying so sad now? Oh, I forgot, it's no longer what people say Strong woman."

This sentence hit Yun Ruyi's sadness, but he couldn't refute it.

Qianmiao's words are like salty salt, which is specially poured on their **** wounds.

At this time, the old lady said: "Ruyi, Yun Guan, we take the children out first, and I will ring the bell if something happens."

"Grandma, if she dares to do anything, I will kill her!" Grandson Yunjun said.

The old lady waved her hand to let them all go out.

The door was closed, and the black chicken was guarding at the door.

Qian Mian didn't come over, and sat coldly on the sofa, quietly looking at the old man in the hospital bed.

The old lady let out a low laugh, the sound was like a dead wood skin being blown off by a gale, rustling, dry and fragile.

"Now you are happy, happy, anger, also gone?"

The old lady smiled, but the teeth in her mouth clenched tightly: "Much harder than my mother, at least my mother won't do such unfeeling things to me, it's inhumane."

"Thank you for the compliment." Qian Miao said in a cold tone.

She folded her legs at random, her fingers pressed against her forehead, her eyes were distant and cold, and she looked over here indifferently, like a **** falling from the sky, looking at the sufferings of the world with no expression, and wandering out from hell. Shura, seemingly lazy and harmless, but in fact the blood of his bones is extremely cold!

"No matter what, the person my mother hates is me, and it has nothing to do with Yun Guan. Yun Shi is now, but he is also responsible to them. There is a president, and it must be given to Yun Guan!"

Qianmiao smiled: "At this time, do you feel you are still qualified to ask me to do something? How should I behave like this?"

The old lady grabbed the sheets with her fingers, and said excitedly: "The Yun family was originally ours! I didn't know where it was when it was established! How come you have the face to sit in this position!"