"vomit……"

How dare a person who is illiterate dare to plot against his mistress?

The man was in so much pain that he could not speak.

Sheng Xiaoju was angry, with raised eyebrows and a fierce expression.

After it was done, she patted her clothes and tidied them up.

Yan Jiao'er knelt beside her and kowtowed: "Yes, that foster sister is Su Mingzhu, the one who exchanged identities with the mistress."

Sheng Lingzhi: "I..." No.

Sheng Xiaoju had no choice but to walk slowly and shout slowly, "Magpie, Magpie, your sister called me..."

"Miss Lingzhi, I leave it to you, young master."

"this……"

"good."

"Why are you here?" Father Su saw Wu Yiniang and walked over quickly.

But, it’s not enough!

Sheng Lingzhi took out the silver needle, squatted down, and pricked the man's hand directly.

"Of course!"

The magpie slapped her hand away.

As soon as these words came out, Magpie's face changed slightly.

"Magpie, we are the same kind of people."

Hearing this, the man's eyes moved: "Well, let's make arrangements for tomorrow."

The person who came was none other than Yan Jiaoer, who should be in Zhujia Village.

"……roll!"

!"..."

"Yeah!" Su's father's expression changed again and again, returning to his previous serious look.

But, Sheng Lingzhi was so excited.

"Finger to heart, let me see if you are willing to tell the truth."

Here she is, the little brat’s mother is here.

Sheng Xiaoju said, "Give yourself a breath of bad breath!"

Once hard, apply force with your feet, and then apply pressure.

Then everyone left without saying anything.

Sheng Lingzhi took the sleepy young master back to the house, and the concubine said with a cold face: "Aunt Du, please go out, I will sleep well."

Sheng Lingzhi: "I..." No.

"Oh, it's not Aunt Du, what about that, ugly woman, you go out, I'm going to bed.
Chapter completed!