Marriage is exciting: Huo Shao spoils his wife as soon as possible

"I'm Yu Chen's mommy, why can't I come and see him? Mom, I'm here today to pick him up, and I'm back!" She looked straight at Song Guiqin with her eyes, without giving in.

Her son is everything in her life, and she will never give up any rights related to her son!

Will not die!

"So what if you come back? A woman who has been in prison for six years wants to raise my grandson just once she comes back? Don't even think about it!" Song Guiqin gave Jian Yao a contemptuous look, and Song Guiqin took a step back, covering her nose like a plague. .

"unlucky!"

She loathes her! Outright loathing!
Ah--

Jian Yao sneered.

"Huo Jinming and I are not divorced. Of course I have the custody of my son, so what if I have been in prison? Isn't it thanks to your Huo family?"

Six years ago, they sent her to prison with a solid piece of evidence, but she stood on the stairs and clearly didn't touch Jiang Li with a finger!She just rolled down and broke her leg!
But she became a prisoner of attempted murder and was imprisoned for six years.

"Blessed by the Huo family?" Song Guiqin was like a cat with its hair blown, she threw Jingui aside, and said even more bitterly, pointing at Jian Yao and scolding her face: "If you hadn't been begging for nothing and fucked us Jin Ming's bed forced us, Jin Ming, to marry you, a down-and-out lady, for the sake of reputation. A real noble girl like Jiang Li was already the daughter-in-law of our Huo family. What did you do, Jiang Li, such a good person, let you push down the stairs and break your leg, your conscience."

"I let the dog eat my conscience, right?" She responded with a smile, not caring about her anger.

Some people, some things, six years have already been calm, and the only thing she wants to see now is her son!

She doesn't care about insults, beatings and scolding, as long as she can take her son back and guard her son, she doesn't care about anything!
"shameless!"

Jian Yao nodded, still smiling.

"you--"

Her attitude made Song Guiqin think it was a demonstration, so she slapped her down.

Jian Yao stood still and closed her eyes.

The expected pain did not subside, she was hooked into her arms by a thick arm, and a familiar smell wafted through her nostrils. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Huo Jinming's handsome profile.

"Mom, where is Yu Chen?" Putting down Song Guiqin's waving palm, he pushed Jian Yao who was lying in his arms away without leaving any trace.

His tone was neither salty nor weak, but it made her obviously feel a little displeased.

Maybe it's because she didn't tell me.

"Why are you here too?" Seeing her son, Song Guiqin's anger was helplessly relieved by half.

He casually pointed to the left side of the second floor: "I'm playing with the nanny."

Still gouging Jian Yao out of the corner of her eye, she turned and sat on the sofa.

"You go up to pick up your son."

He ordered lightly.

Jian Yao's eyes lit up instantly, it was unbelievable that he said those words.

After being stunned for a moment, he quickly nodded and ran up in small steps.

"Son, what do you mean?"

Song Guiqin was dissatisfied with one and unhappy with ten.

"Mom, she is Yu Chen's mother after all, blood is thicker than water."

When her son said this, she could only admit it.

He folded his arms and fell down on the sofa angrily.

Jian Yao goes up, the people above go down.

When his eyes touched the soft and sticky little dumpling, the shock softened.

That little person was soft and cute, but he was already [-]% similar to Huo Jinming. He blinked his big eyes and looked at Jian Yao, full of curiosity.