Chapter 142: Don't go

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　　Erqing raised his eyes and smiled at Fu Heng: "Fu Heng, what are you kidding me about?"
　　 "You sold Qinglian to a private prostitute." Fu Heng stared at her.
　　Erqing suddenly changed color: "Where is she?"
　　 "She has already swallowed gold to herself." Fu Hengdao.
　　Feng Heng Xinhan was so surprised that when he heard the news, Er Qing was relieved and smiled again: "So? Are you going to give up my wife for a maidservant?"
　　 has a life in her eyes that is no different from grass mustard.
　　 She can even smile!
　　 Fu Heng felt cold in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Seven out of the article, obscenity, jealousy, and many words, you have committed three in a row, I can't tolerate, pack up immediately, leave Fucha House!"
　　 finally realized that he was not kidding, and Er Qing gradually narrowed his smile, and gave a look to the cuckoo beside him. The cuckoo quietly exited the door, and Er Qing approached the table and picked up the book.
　　 hiss, hiss, hiss--
　　The book of Hugh became bits and pieces in her hand.
　　 "I will never leave when I marry into Fucha's house." As soon as I let go, my hands fell on the ground, and Er Qing raised his eyebrows in protest. "You want to divorce your wife, okay, unless I die!"
　　 "You are obviously reluctant to die, but you keep dying in your mouth." Fu Heng looked down on her more and more, "You ask me why I want to divorce my wife, I want to ask you, why do you harm Qinglian like this?"
　　Erqing sniffed when he heard it.
　　 Fu Heng frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
　　 "Just remembered that in the Forbidden City, the master said a sentence, the slave lost his life... There is no reason, because the master is happy." Er Qing exclaimed.
　　Because similar things are more common, she has a sense of crisis. No matter what means she uses, she must become a master, not a slave.
　　 She wants to dominate the fate of others, not be dominated!
　　 gathered his ears in his ears, Er Qing did not regret killing Qinglian, the master wanted slaves to die, what's wrong? On the contrary, he felt that Fu Heng made a big fuss, but who called him the head of the family? Er Qing had to speak softly and appease him: "What's more, Qinglian murdered the young master, and the next time this picture was taken, it was a blame."
　　 "When the time comes, you still repent and instead splash dirty water on a dead person?" Fu Heng coldly said.
"Okay, don't you believe in your wives, but instead believe in a Hu Meizi?" Er Qing tweeted, "Also said that you two have no selfish feelings, yuck! That bone, it was just right to fall into the secret prostitute, and die. It's so cheap for her so early!"
　　 Fu Heng couldn't help closing his eyes.
　　 "Shut up." He really didn't want to see the woman's face anymore and heard the woman's voice, "Clean up your luggage."
　　 Erqing was silent for a moment: "You... really want to drive me away?"
　　 Fu Heng: "You will leave today."
　　 "How can you... be so ruthless?" Er Qing gritted his teeth, "No, I won't go, I'm the young lady of Fucha, I won't go anywhere!"
Fu Heng didn't want to touch her. She shouted outside the door and immediately came in with two sturdy mothers. Fu Heng ordered the two mothers left and right, grabbing Er Qing: "Young lady, excuse me!"
　　 "She is no longer the young lady." Fu Heng announced the fact coldly, "Take her away!"
　　 "Fucha Fu Heng, you are crazy, you are really crazy!" Er Qing struggled, "I will not go! I will not leave even if I die! Let go! You dare to commit the following, let go!"
Er Qing was as if crazy, digging her pointed nails into the eyes of the two maids. One maid was caught off guard. She was dug into a bloodstain by the corner of her eye. Immediately increased his strength, choked Del Qing shouted.
　　 "Stop it!"
　　 The door opened, and the old lady walked in holding the cuckoo's hand. When she saw this scene, she shivered angrily: "Fu Heng, what are you going to do to your wife?"
　　 "Er Niang!" Er Qing broke free of them and threw herself into her arms, crying, "Fu Heng will rest me because of Qinglian!"
　　 "Eu Niang, Qinglian is dead." Fu Heng coldly said, "I was sent to the prostitute by this woman, tortured, and finally swallowed to death."
　　 "Fu Heng! Qinglian is just a maidservant!" Fucha Mansion was extremely annoyed. "Besides, you have just entered the military aircraft office and you are going to divorce your wife right away. Do you really not want your career?"
　　 Qinglian is indeed pitiful, but the old lady values ​​her son's career more. She doesn't want to affect Fu Heng's career because of this.
Especially Fu Heng entered the military aircraft at a young age. I don’t know how many eyes are staring at him, looking for his fault. This matter of divorce can be small or large. If it’s true for a maidservant to give up his wife, once it spreads When he went out, he must be referred to a book, saying that he was not strict with his family.
　　A person can't even handle his family affairs well, but can he handle the state affairs well?
　　Fu Hengming knew this, but still shook his head: "Why is the family style wrong? Come here, help your mother to go back to rest!"
　　 Erqing and the old lady were dumbfounded.
　　The old lady is the rescuer that Er Qing brought in. Originally, Fu Heng, the great filial son, no matter how reluctant in his heart, looking at the old lady's face, he would let her go.
　　 Wasn't that the case? Because the old lady opened her mouth, he acquiesced to marry Er Qing out of the house!
　　 But why didn't it work this time?
　　 "No, don't!" Er Qingcang embarrassed, "Don't go, Eangang, Eangang, Eangang, save me, save me!"
The old lady was on her side, but she made a mistake once, but Fu Heng did not allow herself to make a mistake a second time. In his view, if it was not that she was too weak the previous time and knew it was wrong, she still listened to the old lady. If so, Qinglian will not end like that...
　　 In order to prevent the same tragedy from happening, long pain is not as good as short pain-he must drive this venomous woman away!
　　 "Wow!" The cry of a child sounded.
　　 It turned out that Fu Qian came with Fukang An.
　　 Seeing that her mother was bullied, Xiao Fukang couldn't help but deflated her mouth and cried for her.
Er Qingru saw the last life-saving straw, crawling to him next to him, reaching out to hug him into his arms, and the mother and son cried to Fu Heng together: "An Er can't leave E'niang, he needs me , Fu Heng, don’t drive me away!"
　　Fu Heng hated: "It's bad for him to grow up to teach and teach by Eunian like you, come here! Take the young master away!"
　　 Two grandma came over and took the last straw from Er Qing's hand.
　　Erqing couldn't help crying, Fu Qian couldn't bear to see it, and persuaded: "Third Brother, you are too much, how can you treat the wives like this?"
"Do you sympathize with her?" Fu Heng felt ridiculous. "Have you ever seen that kind of smug ugly face when she took an innocent life? Do you know that white-haired people send black-haired people, Qinglian?" How sad will your parents be? After reading the sage book for so many years, will you learn the right and wrong, black and white characters?"
　　 Fu Qian was speechless.
　　It seems to anyone that Fu Heng Jin'er is so determined to divorce his wife, that is, the Buddha on the tribute speaks, and he may not be able to reverse his mind.
　　 But how can Er Qing tolerate falling into such a field.
　　 A flash of desperate desperation flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly looked up and said: "Fu Heng, I said, even if I die, I will lift it from the Fucha family. You will never, never want to get rid of me!"
　　 After she finished, she suddenly ran into the wall!
　　 Blood is like a column!
　　 "Wow!" Fukang An burst into tears in her mother's arms and kept reaching out to her, "Forehead! Forehead!"
　　 There was a chaos in the house. Someone rushed over to call her name and someone rushed out to call the doctor.
　　Blood along Er Qing's forehead, slowly covering her cheeks, like the red hijab when she was married. Fu Qiangqiang resisted rushing past and turned to Fu Heng said: "Third Brother, Da Yi is very happy to kill his parents, but you really want to force a wife to die for a maidservant? If she really died in Fucha today, and don't say happy Will the Taras retaliate, are you not afraid of ruining the Fucha family?"
　　 "Er Qing, you wake up, wake up!" The old lady sat on the ground, holding Er Qing's hand, "You can rest assured that with me, Fu Heng can never get rid of his wife!"
　　 seemed to be waiting for her sentence. Er Qing's eyes opened quietly, and she was angry and said: "Er... I don't go... I don't leave..."
　　Fu Qian's words did not impress Fu Heng, but impressed the old lady.
　　Whether it is for the son's career or the reputation of the rich inspector, she will not allow Fu Heng to divorce his wife!
"Fu Heng, E Niang has never been so disappointed with you." The old lady turned her head slowly and looked at Fu Heng with a sad face. "You are so ridiculous to this point for a woman! Maid, what's the matter? It's just a gadget, no one will take it seriously! Er Qing is your hair wife who was brought in with a big red flower sedan, even if there are millions of them, you should forgive her!"
　　 Seeing that he was still indifferent, the old lady clenched her teeth and added a sentence: "If you let her go, then I will go too! The two of us left this inhuman home!"
　　Seeing that his mother gave out such cruel words, Fu Heng sighed helplessly and slowly said: "I can keep my wife."
Er Qing was resting on the leg of a maid with a veil pressed on her forehead. After listening to this, her lips could not help but bend upward, but unexpectedly his next sentence was: "From today on, she will live in a family temple and eat fast all her life. Read the Buddha and atone for yourself!"
　　 The smile was condensed on Er Qing's lips. She climbed up very hard, but she only saw Fu Heng's back.