Chapter 17 Flowers are destroyed by hard work

Song Ci pinched the pink peony with wrinkled hands, looked at Wu Dan and grinned, and said in a strange tone: "What a beautiful flower."

Wu Dan was stunned: "..."

One thousand taels, these thousand taels are gone like this?

Wu Dan's little face turned white and his lips moved: "This, this is the old man..."

"I know, it's what my old man bought. Isn't it a reward for buying it? Isn't it a harsh way to destroy it?" Song Ci smiled and said, "Also, you're afraid you've forgotten something."

"What?"

"It's the old man you talk about. He is my husband, my son's father, and I am his wife." Song Ci's smile still, but his tone was cold: "We are from the same country, and we will have to be buried together if we die. So, what if he bought this flower, it's mine. His things are mine, and mine are mine. If I destroy this flower, I'm afraid of whom and who else can I report it to?"

Madam Gong and Hongyou were a little stunned.

Is the Madam enlightened or was she angry and showing her power?

Madam Gong's eyes were a little hot. She looked at Song Ci with a look of relief, but she didn't know that Song Ci was so tired that she wanted to vomit.

I'm going to be with the same quilt as my death, and I'm going to be with the fat old man when she dies?

It wasn't the time to worry about this at the moment. She looked at Song Dan and continued, "So, I'm destroying my things in my house. You are an outsider here. Who are you?"

Wu Dan blushed: "I, I just said that the old man precious this pot of Erqiao, and I didn't blame you for your wife."

Song Ci was a little overwhelmed.

Madam Gong looked at the servant behind her and scolded, "I'm still standing still, and I haven't dragged the person down."

Wu Dan was anxious and panicked.

"Old woman, I see you dare." A hurried voice came.

Everyone quickly took a step back and saluted the people: "Good old man, I'm safe."

Wu Dan let out a long sigh, it would be great if the old man came.

Old Master Song came after hearing the news. Seeing Er Qiao, who had become a bald chicken, he couldn't help but whisper, half kneeling in front of the flower pot, his hands trembling: "Er Qiao, my Er Qiao, my one thousand taels, ahhhh."

Looking at the old man with fat white bread, he looked sad and miserable, Song Ci's old face shook.

Better than her.

"You vicious old lady, how could you break my Erqiao? You pay me a compensation." Old Master Song pointed at the flower in her hand.

"Your?" Song Ci raised her eyebrows and said, "Your is mine, I will win my own, so I don't have to accompany you."

"You fart, mine is yours. I'm old, do you still have old face?" Old Master Song got up, stamped his feet and said angrily: "And you, hurry up and let go of Peony Lady. She is mine. I see who dares to fork her away."

The servants subconsciously looked at Song Ci.

Song Ci squinted her eyes and looked at Old Master Song: "Your person?"

Old Master Song's heart shook, his lips twitched, and he pursed, and argued: "I specially invited the peony to raise, of course it's mine."

"But your people hit me, what should I do?"

Old Master Song snorted coldly: "I think you are just making trouble. They are not doing anything to you, so don't put on airs when you are here."

This big bullshit.

Song Ci looked at him calmly, suddenly changed his expression, covered his heart and leaned towards Madam Gong: "Oh, I'm so angry that my heart hurts. I'm afraid I won't live long."

Old Master Song: “…”

Do it, this trick again!
Chapter completed!