She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

Qiao Zhenzhen raised an eyebrow slightly.

This habitual action similar to Mo Qingyang's made Mo Tingjin feel confused.

"When you said I was disgusting, have you ever thought about it now?"

"I'm just talking about it."

Mo Tingjin showed some guilt, but he didn't think there was anything wrong in whether he helped the bride or not.

"Did you see it when it happened? You heard some rumors, why did you have the nerve to come and talk to me about the matter? I think it's just what others say."

Mo Ting was embarrassed, "Everyone said that."

"What everyone said must be right? Who are you? Which eye did he see?" Qiao Zhenzhen said, "And as a member of the Mo family, don't say that they are all rumors. Even if it is true, you You should protect me outside, not step on me. Do you think that by agreeing with others, you are a gentleman who can distinguish right from wrong?"

She exposed it mercilessly: "People just think you are a fool. You don't help your own family, you only protect other married women, and everyone still laughs at you for some reason."

Mo Ting stood up eagerly, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Originally, Qiao Zhenzhen was just speculating, but looking at Mo Tingjin's reaction, she knew that they were inseparable.

As the saying goes, family scandals should not be publicized, and this is true for everyone in a small family.

If something bad happens at home, you need to protect it outside and resolve it privately instead of joining others in criticizing your family. This is not a wise move and will be looked down upon by others.

Ten Wan suddenly raised his upper body and let out a threatening sound of "oooooooo" from his throat.

Qiao Zhenzhen comforted it, "It's okay."

She looked at Mo Tingjin and said with a serious face: "The last time you attacked me was the first and the last time. Consider your body and bones. Next time, I won't hit you all over the place. I can’t leave the house for three months because of my tooth.”

She had discovered a few days ago that this body was extremely powerful.

Holding the heavy Ten Thousand is like holding a little chicken, without any pressure.

If he could use some more skills, he might be able to beat two weak scholars like Mo Tingjin.

Although it is best to convince people with reason, Qiao Zhenzhen does not object to using force to resolve disputes at critical times.

Mo Tingjin clenched his fists and blushed.

"Do you still sound like a girl when you say this?"

"I don't look like a girl, do you?" Qiao Zhenzhen shouted, "I don't believe you are a man when you go home and attack your sister."

A servant at the door poked his head slightly, but Mo Tingjin waved and scolded: "Get away from me, everyone!"

Qiao Zhenzhen carried Ten Wan to the table and stood up.

She suddenly grabbed one of Mo Tingjin's hands and held it behind her back. Before the man could react, with lightning speed, she raised her leg and pressed her knee against the middle of his spine, pressing him down on the Taishi chair.

Mo Tingjin struggled hard, "Let go, I'm your second brother! You are lawless and arrogant - oh, oh, oh, oh, please let me go, my hand is broken, my hand is broken -"

His right hand slapped the chair surface, trying to fight.

Qiao Zhenzhen used some force to twist his hand.

I remember she was seven years old when she first used this trick without any guidance.

She pressed her eldest brother on the bed and asked, "Do you still dare to complain to your mother about me eating your snacks?"

Little Douding was so pressed that he couldn't move, "I don't dare anymore..."

"Who will get your snacks from now on?"

"Give it all to sister."

Over the years since then, she has learned many more moves, but every time she uses this move, she gets good feedback.

Ten thousand eyes were about to pop out, and their mouths were open.

The kitten looked surprised.

"I'm telling you, Mo Tingjin, please be more honest with me in Xuefuyuan from now on. Don't yell. Do you hear me?"

Qiao Zhenzhen rarely spoke with an accent. After speaking for a while, she didn't get a reply, so she asked again, "Did you hear that?!"

"Hear, hear - let me go quickly, my hand is about to break -"

Qiao Zhenzhen didn't let go.

"If you let me know that you are talking bad about me outside in the future, you will be dead."

Mo Tingjin didn't expect that his sister's arrogance would escalate into fierceness, which was quite a bit like her mother's.

Last time they fought each other and got a good lesson from their parents.

This time he was suppressed unilaterally, and he spoke faster, "I know, I know! I won't say anything bad about you -"

Qiao Zhenzhen let go of her hand and stood two steps away to prevent him from counterattacking.

Yi Yian and Ten Wan said: "If he dares to fight back, just scratch him. Just don't scratch his face or key parts. Scratch his butt into eight parts."

Ten thousand excited cats rubbed their little paws, eager to try.

The reality was that Mo Tingjin didn't dare to fight back. He even stood up and took two steps back, his facial features wrinkled and he rubbed his left shoulder.

"You can just talk and do whatever you want."

"Because I found that communicating with you through words is too inefficient." Qiao Zhenzhen raised her fist towards him, "I hope you won't be able to experience my fist as big as a sandbag next time."

Mo Qingyang stared, as if it was the first time he saw such an unreasonable sister.

Qiao Zhenzhen raised her voice, "Xia Xiang."

After a while, Xia Xiang stepped in with small steps, her head pressed very low, making her expression invisible.

Mo Tingjin looked wary, "What do you want to do?"

Looking at his worthless look, Qiao Zhenzhen said to Xia Xiang, "Go and get five taels of silver from my dowry box."

Xia Xiang turned around and ran out.

"Little sister..."

"Only five taels, not much more."

Qiao Zhenzhen knows how to discipline her younger brothers, giving them a big stick and a carrot.

It's better to express your kindness than just giving a carrot.

Mo Tingjin whispered: "Five taels is five taels."

"Save some flowers. There are still about ten days in this month. If you come to borrow them again, don't blame me for telling mother."

Mo Tingjin bared his teeth and showed a flattering smile.

"Understood, I'll save the money and I will definitely not come and talk to you again this month."

Qiao Zhenzhen raised her profile.

"Remember what you said."

Mo Tingjin was smiling when he left, completely different from when he came in with the attitude of wanting to teach his sister how to behave.

As for Hu Yujiao, she didn't know where she was thrown into.

Ten Wan admired him and said, "I am full of hope for our future."

Qiao Zhenzhen flicks her sleeves, hiding her merit and fame.

"But for a young boy of 17 or 18 years old, there are many tricks that my sister has not used."

This was an uneasy day. When she went to Wu's place to sleep in the evening, she first mentioned that Duke Ding had invited a matchmaker to visit her.

She is a marquise with some reputation.

Qiao Zhenzhen's attitude was very cold.

Thinking that her daughter had always been opposed to this marriage, Wu quickly changed the topic to Hu Yujiao.

Qiao Zhenzhen was in a calm mood and clearly stated today's events from her perspective.

He said those words again seriously, "I'm doing this for her own good."

When people say this, even if there are thousands of words to say, it is best not to say it, otherwise it will appear that you are ignorant.

It mainly depends on who can seize the opportunity first and occupy the moral high ground.

Then just play with it.

"Mom, what do you think cousin Yujiao wants from coming to our house?"

Qiao Zhenzhen took the tea cup from Hu Bo and put it in Wu's hand.

What she said was not a question.

But Wu thought she was asking a question.

Qiao Zhenzhen saw Wu's troubled face and said to herself, "There's nothing hard to say about this. I'm not a child, and it's obvious. Even if you don't tell me, I know it."

Wu stroked Qiao Zhenzhen's forehead and said:

"No matter how old you are, you will always be a child in your mother's eyes."

As the saying goes, if you raise a child to a hundred years, you will often worry about ninety-nine.