Song Jinle looked at Fu Qingwei with a pale face, "Mom~ you believe me, it's not me, I didn't push her!"
Song Qianxi knelt on the ground, raised her little face slightly, and looked at Mo Churan with an aggrieved look, "My sister said no, it means no, it's all my fault. I didn't stand properly, so I rolled down the stairs inexplicably, hiss! Brother Chu Ran, Xixi hurts so much!"
Mo Churan hugged her with a distressed expression, "Don't worry Xixi, I will definitely seek justice for you!" After saying that, he looked at Song Jinle fiercely, "Why don't you come here and apologize to Xixi."
Song Jinle looked at Mo Churan with a stubborn look, "I didn't push her! Why should I apologize to her!"
Fu Qingwei listened to their quarrel and had a headache. She held her head and looked ugly, "Why are they arguing! It's not like there is no surveillance at home!"
Fu Qingwei glanced at Song Qianxi, who bowed her head with guilt when she heard the surveillance. Tsk, she said that Zhang Ma didn't make tea today, how could such a strong tea smell come from it? It turned out to be Biluochun who became a spirit!
She glanced at her son with disgust again, tut! Was this brainless thing really born of her? It seems it's time to practice the trumpet. Mosley's eyes lit up instantly. Wife, look at me! Fu Qingwei rolled his eyes and said, "Get lost!" The trumpet I'm talking about is the one in my daughter-in-law's belly. Pooh! You old and crooked thing! Mosley huddled in the corner aggrievedly, my wife doesn't love me anymore~
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