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Chapter 1092 I discovered a big secret of your cousin

Fu Nanting also knew how much his father valued his mother's tomb.

My mother's body was buried in distant West Africa. I could only pay tribute to memorials with this tomb.

But Zhen Peiyi touched the most intolerable part of her father.

Don’t say yelling at her, she will be heartbroken now!

His cold eyes were like arrows, and he shot at the butler and a few bodyguards not far away: "Do you want me to teach you what to do?"

The housekeeper and the bodyguard quickly walked towards Zhen Peiyi, and hesitated to hold her up and wanted to walk towards the door of the cemetery.

Cheng Wanfeng still couldn't relieve his hatred.

When I saw the grave of the third biological mother was ruined like this, my heart ached.

When the weather is bad, he will come to see if the grave has been damaged in person.

If the tombstone loses its color, people will be sent to frame the color in time.

It's like a treasure.

It was actually a mess by a shrew.

"Take her over!"

The bodyguard immediately turned around and took Zhen Peiyi to the grave again.

Following Cheng Wanfeng's instructions, he pressed her back.

Zhen Peiyi aimed at Fu Wenwen's tombstone and knelt down, pressed the back of her head and grabbed it again.

He kowtowed several people in a row.

His forehead was red.

Come back to his senses, crying loudly: "Qingwu, come and save Mom--"

Shu Qingwu was already shocked, and then she woke up and hurriedly pleaded with Cheng Wanfeng:

"Mr. Cheng, I apologize to you for my mother's fault. Please have a lot of them. Let's go around her. Besides, this is a cemetery, so don't disturb the quietness of the third master's mother."

This was enough to understand Cheng Wanfeng's thoughts. He saw that she kowtowed and apologized almost the same, so he just signaled her.

Shu Qingwu didn't care about anything she said, and held her mother with her disheveled hair and left the cemetery first.

Fu Nanting waved his hand and signaled the bodyguard to clean up his mother's tombstone.

Cheng Wanfeng waved his hand: "I'll do it myself."

As he said that, he bent down.

Shu Ge watched the eldest aunt and cousin run away in panic, and then said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I just really can't listen to the eldest aunt's words. I just wanted to shut up. I didn't expect that she would fall on the aunt's tombstone and overturn the aunt's tribute. Will the aunt blame me?"

Although she was angry, it was her responsibility to make Cheng Wanfeng unhappy.

Fu Nanting only pinched her chin lightly: "My mother was so annoyed by her. You helped her drive away the person who harassed her, and she was not too happy."

He lowered his head and neck again and pecked her ears: "And she was even happier to see that her daughter-in-law was not bullied."

She felt relieved only then.

…………

On the way back, Shu Qingwu was depressed and complained that Zhen Peiyi shouldn't go to Cheng's Cemetery today.

Now?

Stealing a chicken will not lose rice.

Instead of pleased Cheng Wanfeng, he offended him.

Zhen Peiyi was criticized by her daughter and did not dare to speak. She was hurt on her forehead and hung in her chest in one breath until now.

The mother and daughter sat on one side, still feeling sulky, silent all the way.

It was not until the text message on the phone that Shu Qingwu pulled back her thoughts.

At first glance, it was sent by Jian Yao—

[Qingwu, I want to see you. Can we meet at the bar where we have drunk before?]

Since he found his home that night, he has looked for himself several times in the next few days.

But she always refused to see him because she was feeling uncomfortable.

Today I was even less moody, and I was even a little irritated when I read his text messages.

What exactly does this man want to do? He has been entangled all day long.

If he hadn't been angry at this time, he would not have exposed the Cheng family that the biological father of the fetus in her womb was herself. She was too lazy to even refuse, so she would ignore it directly.

Just as I was about to reply to the text message, Jian Yao's second text message came again:
Chapter completed!
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