Chapter 1172 Three-room Dry Fight

When Song Zhiqing rushed to Meiyuan, Lu and Song Ruwei were facing Meiyuan's private account. The mother and daughter buried their heads and whispered, and low laughter came from time to time, which touched Song Zhiqing's ears and felt harsh.

He lifted the curtain hard and stared at Lu's angrily face.

When a person dies, she becomes happy and her laughter is also happy?

Why doesn't this person feel sympathy at all?

Lu's smile froze at the corner of his mouth and stood up.

Song Ruwei also stood up and bowed to Song Zhiqing: "Father."

Song Zhiqing looked at her outfit and said, "What's wrong with your outfit? Aunt Bai is also your concubine's mother. Now that she is gone, you don't want to mourn her, and you shouldn't be dressed so flamboyantly, and you laugh so happily. What do you say when it's heard?"

Song Ruwei's face turned pale, and she looked down at her clothes. It was a pink and white brocade robe that couldn't be called very beautiful. She had a butterfly-wearing flower embroidered with the hem of the clothes and skirt, and two buns were combed on her head, and the other ones were pearl beads.

"Father, daughter..." Song Ruwei's eyes were red and tears surged into her eyes.

However, Lu was furious and pulled Song Ruwei behind him, saying, "Vier, you go back to the courtyard first, take a look at this account, and then list some details for your mother."

Song Ruwei bit her lip, nodded, held the account book and bowed to the two of them, and said, "My daughter is leaving."

Lu watched her walk out, and showed her fangs to Song Zhiqing like a female wolf protecting her: "Song Zhiqing, are you crazy? You actually talk to your daughter like this...ah."

Bang.

She covered her face and looked at Song Zhiqing in disbelief, her eyes wide open.

Song Ruwei, who was standing outside the door, had not left yet, and was shocked when she heard the slap. She turned around and wanted to rush back, but was pulled by Mama Zhou.

"Miss, don't go, don't get involved in the affairs of sir."

Song Ruwei's tears couldn't help but slide down from the corner of her eyes, looking at the curtains blown by the wind, her eyes were filled with worry.

"Miss, go ahead, with mom here, it's okay." Zhou's mother sighed.

Song Ruwei turned her head and ran out.

Mother Zhou immediately asked her close maid to chase after her and looked into the curtain. Lu's voice was sharp and sharp.

"You hit me again?" Lu rushed forward, his hands formed claws, and his sharp nails instantly grabbed a few blood marks on Song Zhiqing's face.

Song Zhiqing was in pain, grabbed her hands and shouted, "You shrew, can't you stop?"

"I can't hold on, so what if I fight with you? If you have the ability, you can fight back. It's better to beat me to death. I see if you can still be a official, you are a bastard, a coward." Lu was grabbed by him and kicked him.

Song Zhiqing was so angry that he pushed her hard that Lu fell to the ground.

"Are you crazy enough?"

Lu sat on the ground and glared at him: "Am I crazy? Yes, I've been crazy for a long time, I'm driven crazy by you."

She got up from the ground and felt that her ankle was hurt. She must have sprained, but she didn't care at all. She just stared at him hatefully and scolded: "You said I was crazy, who is the crazy one? Why did Weier get in the eyes of you? If you want to talk to her like this, Song Zhiqing, that's your eldest daughter, and she was once held in your palm and grew up with pampering."

Song Zhiqing was a little guilty and argued forcefully: "What did I say, but after saying a few words, her dress was wrong. Am I wrong? Aunt Bai is her concubine's mother. She doesn't accept mourning, and dressing a little lightly is also a pleasing person. Isn't that right?"
Chapter completed!