Mrs. Young, Her A Has Exploded All Over the World

In the early morning, the big iron door opened, and a little light poured in from outside the door.

A woman in the corner of the room, sitting upright on a moldy and damp chair, turned her head slowly when she heard the movement.

Her expression was haggard, but her eyes were full of expectation.

Therefore, when the iron door was opened, she still stood up and patted her dusty skirt, "Why it took so long? It stands to reason that she should pick me up two days ago."

However, she had just finished speaking, and her eyes suddenly became amazed after looking at the man who walked in.

"Why are you?!"

Zhao Lijue walked in. After seeing the panic on her face as expected, he said lightly: "Is it disappointed? It's not your other son who came here to pick you up."

Meng Qingping suddenly rushed to dizziness, she forced her head, sat back on the chair, raised her head, and stared at the demon-like young man in front of her.

"What have you done to my son!" Her face was finally stained with extremely obvious horror. Her horror did not come from her upcoming destiny, but from the outcome of her son.

Looking at Meng Qingping, who was so worried about Li Xinjue, Zhao Lijue admitted that at this moment, he inevitably had the idea of ​​an unbalanced mentality.

Why, it was her son, even if she gave her a bit of love, she gave it all to her eldest son.

Seven years after he returned to Zhao's house, she looked at him like a murderer. The only thing she showed to him was that she wanted to remove his vigilance and take the opportunity to give him a fatal blow.

"Meng Qingping, I just want to ask you, what were you thinking at the moment you knew you had twins when you were pregnant, and what were you thinking when you decided to abandon me? Didn't you ever feel uneasy and guilty for a moment?" Zhao Lijue didn't know what he was asking for. It's been seven years, no, it should be 25 years. He should have understood that the thing Meng Qingping hopes most is not having his son.

Meng Qingping didn't want to talk to him at all, but continued to ask, "Zhao Lijue, say, what has happened to you to my son!"

Zhao Lijue kicked over the table in front of him, "Am I not your son!"

Without blinking, Meng Qingping looked at her coldly, her eyes filled with hatred, "Okay, you want to know if I regretted it, did you? I regret it!"

The moment Zhao Lijue raised his heart, Meng Qingping got up, looked directly at him and continued: "The one thing I regret most in life is that when I was born, I didn't directly choke you to death and rushed into the drain to make you moldy and smelly. I was bitten by a mouse! Instead, I left a trace of my heart, and then just abandoned you, killing my son and driving my husband crazy!"

The heart, with a click, was completely broken.

Zhao Li concealed the pain in his eyes and never asked for the missing piece of his heart.

Meng Qingping continued to gritted her teeth and said, "Now, how do you want to deal with me? Just come and get revenge."

Seeing Zhao Lijue not speaking, she burst out laughing out of control, tears streaming out of her smile, "Zhao Lijue, you who kill your brother and father are destined to not be happy! Because I will curse you and keep cursing you. Don’t think that Shen Xiaodiu really loves you. Why does she love you? It’s not because you have taken away everything that originally belonged to my son! Zhao Family Young Master and Zhao Family Wealth belong to my son, without all of this , You are nothing! A woman like Shen Xiaodiu who seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, let alone follow you! If you don't believe it, do you dare to bet that after you lose all of this, Shen Xiaodiu will continue to follow you !"

She had laughed enough, but the hatred in her eyes had not disappeared.

"I'm below, and I will wait until you end."

When Zhao Lijue reacted to her words, Meng Qingping had already stepped back two steps, the smile at the corner of her mouth was cold, without the slightest temperature.

She turned around and ran into the moldy and dark wall directly behind.

"Son, mom is here to accompany you."

Since the plan failed and her son fell into Zhao Lijue's hands, there was absolutely no possibility of surviving.

"Mrs. Meng..." Seeing this, Fu Xiaobei behind him opened his eyes and rushed over, but there was no time to stop him.

The middle-aged woman slammed her head in so angrily, leaving a pool of bright red blood on the wall.