My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 1007: 2.443 Disappointment

Qiao Zhongbang knew that this daughter was not born, but he kept fooling around?

Is he a fool? I have been helping my daughter in such a difficult time before?

"Ziqin was entrusted by others. Before marrying me in town, he told me this clearly." Qiao Zhongbang said calmly. "My son doesn't know when your mother knows. Is it because of this, You haven't treated them well for a long time? "

Mrs. Qiao sighed and collapsed on the bed, only to spit out a bruise in her chest, and people seemed to feel more relaxed.

But Qiao Zhongbang and his wife could see very clearly. The light in the eyes of the old lady was like the light shining back.

"Mother. You really have misunderstood Ziqin. She definitely did nothing extraordinary. She is a good woman! In your son's eyes, she is the best woman in the world!"

With tears in his eyes, Wei Ziqin looked back at her husband deeply.

"That is, the days have quietly improved in recent years. In the past, the hardest, most tiring and darkest days, the son was accompanied by Ziqin to accompany him along the way."

"Mother, just because I rejected your family relationship for your son, and took your son and daughter back to the village. For so many years, have you been answering in your heart?" Qiao Zhongbang looked at the old lady and said .

"Niezi!" The old woman was paralyzed on the bed in anger, but she nodded hard with her arms. "Okay, okay! It's old-fashioned! You like to raise a girl for others, it's up to you! But--"

"Xiao Long, you must pick it up for me! You have raised arbor for many years, just let her do a trivial matter, just a hand!"

Wei Ziqin sneered, "Old lady, rest assured! Qiao Zhongheng, a family of three! Don't even want to come back in this life!"

There was a cold light in Wei Ziqin's eyes, and he yelled coldly, "Your young grandson Qiao Long, is destined to die in the desert in the Northwest, buried in the wilderness, dried and cracked, and the bones are gone!"

After that, he turned around and left the door, never looking at the old lady again.

"Ah!" The old woman rubbed her bed with one hand in anger, screaming with eyeballs rolling her lips, "Wei Ziqin, come back to me. Wei Ziqin! I want to see arbor, I want to tell her! She is not us at all Qiao's family! Why did she get my grandson to the northwestern desert? Why is she an adopted daughter who made Qiao's grandchildren exile? She can stand up to a small field! Ah— "

Qiao Zhongbang's eyes were red, and he clenched his fists and shouted, "Stop! Can you stop making trouble? Qiao Mu is my dear girl! Don't open your mouth and close your eyes!"

"You, you! You son, you son!"

The old woman could not breathe, and opened her mouth with a loud voice.

A pair of old eyes stared at the curtains on the bed with open eyes, gradually no sound, and their breathing stopped.

Qiao Zhongbang walked out of the door downcast, suddenly as if losing all his strength, hugging his daughter-in-law, and crying loudly.

"Ziqin, it's a failure to be a husband for this husband's life. I never expected my mother-in-law was still blaming me and calling me a son."

"Master." Wei Ziqin shook his head, put his head in his arms, and cried. "It's okay, it's okay, it will all pass, it's okay."

Qiao Zhongbang glanced at the room with disappointment, and said softly to the little servants outside the courtyard, "Mourn it."

(End of this chapter)