Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

The belly is getting bigger and bigger, but the child's father is going to jail.

Mu Li naturally saw her mind, walked to her, bent down and sat down, reached out and grabbed her hand intimately, "I'm as thin as lifelike, too thin, so eat more."

Don't worry about such other things, of course she can't say it.

It is impossible for anyone to stay in jail without worrying about her husband's imprisonment.

As she looked at Jiang Qinglian again, her lips moved, but looking at her indifferent expression, she didn't know what to say.

As if to say something, she couldn't listen to it now.

She couldn't tell her even more comforting words.

"Big cock." Yan Weihong's footsteps slowly walked over, his voice was deep as always.

"Your husband and wife are back." Jiang Qinglian responded to Yan Weihong lightly, then turned around and said to Jin Mao, "I will go upstairs first."

Talking of her getting up and walking towards the stairs.

Mu Li looked at Jiang Qinglian's back, and she was helpless with her mouth folded.

She looked up at Yan Weihong.

Yan Weihong's eyes also happened to look at her. The two looked at each other. Yan Weihong nodded slightly, then quickened his pace and kept up with Jiang Qinglian.

"Ma'am, let's talk."

After going upstairs, Yan Weihong spoke.

Jiang Qinglian's footsteps stopped at the corner of the stairs. She turned to look at Yan Weihong, still looking cold. "Wei Hong, what do we have to talk about? I don't want to embarrass anyone, I just don't want to talk to Yan Weihong. Isn't this possible? "

Speaking of her later, her emotions became a little excited, "Or do you fear that my withdrawal of shares from the writers will affect Yan San's position as president of Rongsheng?"

Yan Weihong understood her current mood, and he would inevitably say something too extreme. He frowned and asked: "Do you think that Mu Li and I, or Yan San, care about this?"

Have he and Murray spent a penny of Rongsheng in these years?

Jiang Qinglian said coldly, "That's all right."

She lifted her feet and went on to her room.

Behind the words came a grand euphemism, "But Rongsheng is our dictator's industry. It was created by the grandfather's generation. It gradually grew stronger and more brilliant in the hands of Mom. I hope you can think twice."

They don't care about Rongsheng's profit, but Rongsheng's name is a linguist, and what they want to keep is this.

Jiang Qinglian heard the words, stopped, turned to look at Yan Weihong and sneered, "What? What are you afraid of?"

She clenched her fists in both hands, her body shaking slightly.

The court is about to begin tomorrow. It is still unknown what her son will face, but they still have the mood to talk to her here about the prosperity and the home industry.

Yan Weihong's face was also a little cold, "Dasao, I know that my brother has done something that is sorry to you, but how is mom's treatment of you and Mu Li, I think you know something."

In character, Yan Rusheng largely followed him.

Public and private, it is necessary to distinguish between public and private.

The nephew is going to jail, and his mood is not much better.

However, Rongsheng is also very important, because Rongsheng did not have today, overnight. Since the old lady handed Rongsheng to Yan San's hands, if she was ruined in Yan San's hands, or something went wrong, then he is also Sinners are more sinful than words.

Jiang Qinglian nodded. "Mom is just as fair to me and Murray. I understand that."