President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Patriarch Xuanyuan was so angry that he didn't want to talk softly to Song Runian.

He simply exhaled through his nostrils, and coldly dropped any two words.

Then he turned and left.

How angry the back is.

Xiong Qiaofu was a little frightened, and stretched out her hand to tug on Song Runian's sleeve, "Why don't we ask the housekeeper, or find a guest room on the first floor."

Song Runian began to analyze with her, "If you go to the guest room, will Patriarch Xuanyuan's impression of us change?"

Xiong Qiaofu shook her head, "Of course not, I'm afraid he won't take such a small matter to heart."

"That's enough," Song Runian spread his hands, "Since he can't change his impression of us, it's better to be as comfortable as possible."

After a pause, he added, "And we're only staying for a while. We can leave when we catch Aunt Qing's handle."

"It seems to be the same." Xiong Qiaofu felt that it made sense, so she nodded and stopped talking.

Finally, Song Runian chose the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

This room has a large floor-to-ceiling window. With the curtains drawn, it happens to be facing the other building not far away.

Coincidentally, the room that can be seen happens to belong to Xuanyuan Qing.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Qing just opened the curtains, holding a cup of coffee and enjoying the scenery outside the window.

Song Runian waved her arms wildly, attracting Aunt Qing's attention.

When she turned her head around, she showed a brilliant smile.

The coffee in Aunt Qing's hand was not steady and spilled directly on her body.

A large group of dark brown stains were smeared, and Song Runian could see it clearly even from a long distance away.

It seems that Aunt Qing is very upset about her moving in!

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It was indeed as Song Runian thought.

Aunt Qing was really not calm.

After changing her clothes, she rushed to find Song Ru Nian in a hurry.

Standing at the door, those apricot eyes were full of anger, "Who let you live in, Song Runian, didn't you always say that you didn't want to live in?"

Song Runian was very calm, "Thinking about it carefully, since my husband is the heir of the Xuanyuan family, it doesn't seem to be a problem for me to move in and enjoy the blessings."

Song Runian deliberately emphasized the word "heir".

Xuanyuan Qing's face darkened again, his teeth itching with hatred.

"How capable is a person who grew up in a small border city, and even wants to inherit the Xuanyuan family's property. Don't dream, these things should belong to Ah Mo!"

No matter what time it is, Xuanyuan Qing always stands firmly on Xuanyuan Mo's side.

She only recognized Xuanyuan Mo as the heir.

Song Runian was actually quite puzzled.

Obviously Aunt Qing has her own illegitimate son, why didn't she win this position to her son?

Compared with nephew, of course a son is more important.

It was because he couldn't bear to let his son suffer, so he asked Xuanyuan Mo to be a cow and a horse.

Or is it because that son is Xuanyuan Mo?

As soon as the idea came up, it was interrupted by Aunt Qing.

"Move out quickly, the Xuanyuan family doesn't welcome you, and I can't get used to you even more. If you dare to stay here, be careful that I won't be polite to you."

Xuanyuan Qing was not afraid of tearing her face, so she gave a cold warning directly.

Song Runian's attitude became more condensed, and she asked, "Is Aunt Qing being very polite to me now?"

"What do you mean?" Xuanyuan Qing was puzzled, "Why, you want to frame me and say that I have already harmed you?"