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Chapter 1135 She was so cold that she couldn¡¯t exert any strength, and the amniotic fluid mixed with blood swallowed her up.

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    Wang Ling's little face changed, and she said angrily: "Why are you awesome? You are an old woman who has been divorced twice and has given birth to children. How can you compare with our Jiajia? Our Jiajia is the eldest son's lifesaver.  The benefactor is the eldest young master"

    "Pa!" He slapped Wang Ling's ears without hesitation.

    Sheng Qianqian was probably really angry, and the beating was not satisfactory. She slapped her backhand again, and then said in a cold tone, "Go back and tell your Jiajia to stop annoying me by doing stupid things recently, and get out!"  "

    "You dare to hit me?"

    Sheng Qianqian not only told her with actions, not only did she beat her, but she also asked the security guards to drive her away.

    When Wang Ling was thrown out of Jinling Mingyuan by the security guards, he felt as if his whole personality had been stained and left with a grudge in his heart.

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    Wang Ling was beaten, which was what Wu Jia expected.

    Wu Jia looked at the woman who was crying in front of her, and sighed: "I told you before, she is not easy to mess with, but you insist on showing off, now it's better, you got beaten and suffered a loss, and you still have to show off."  Why are you crying?"

    Wang Ling rubbed his red and swollen face, "Jiajia, did she bully you like this before?"

    Wu Jia pretended to be lonely and nodded gloomily: "People like her who were born and lived in the pyramid, how can they pay attention to us who come from a poor country? She wants to crush us, so why not crush us?"  It's so easy to kill an ant. Don't mess with her anymore."

    Wang Lingqi couldn't help but said, "Jiajia, you are so kind that you let people bully you. What is she so proud of? What is so great about rich people? I can't stand her look of contempt for our arrogance."

    "Lingling"

    "Jiajia, can you stand this anger?"

    "Otherwise what else can I do? She never regards people like me as a human being. In fact, I do have a humble status. If it weren't for Brother Nan Jue in the capital, I wouldn't be able to gain a foothold in the capital. She looks down on me, is it?  Makes sense.¡±

    Wang Ling was excited, "Jiajia, you are the only one who is stupid. As long as you believe in me, I will definitely help you get rid of your bad temper."

    Wu Jia pretended to be surprised, "Don't act recklessly. If something happens, I won't be responsible."

    "Don't worry, it won't happen." Wang Ling felt like she had been slapped twice. If this bad breath hadn't come out, she wouldn't have been able to survive until the Chinese New Year. She said, "Jiajia, are you rich? Money can make ghosts  Tumo, you know, if we let her learn a lesson and let her stop pestering the eldest young master, won¡¯t you have a chance to let the eldest young master accompany you? Maybe we can spend the New Year with you."

    Wu Jia doesn¡¯t have much money, but still has a few hundred thousand.

    ??????????????????????? But she thought about it, these days, more and more people are greedy for money, and she thinks it¡¯s worth it to buy Sheng Qianqian for just a few hundred thousand.

    She pretended not to care, "Oh, yes, but not much."

    A trace of malice flashed in Wang Ling's eyes, "Jiajia, let me tell you, if you don't want to let go of your children, you can't trap the wolf. If you think about spending a little money, you will be a master in the capital in the future, and the children you will born in the future will also be proud.  You won¡¯t be looked down upon.¡±

    Wu Jia smiled in her heart, but her face showed confusion and a sad tone, "If you don't have that fate, let's talk about it again!"

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    At night, it snowed heavily in the capital again.

    Sheng Qianqian couldn't sleep that night. After midnight tonight, it would be An An's tenth birthday.

    Whenever she closes her eyes, she remembers the scene when she fell in front of a man¡¯s tombstone and gave birth to her child ten years ago.

    The snow was falling heavily, and there was endless ink, with no end visible at a glance. There was only the cold wind and the pain of childbirth, which was like the separation of her flesh and bones.

    At that time, it was difficult to give birth.

    She was so cold that she couldn't use any strength, and the amniotic fluid mixed with blood swallowed her up.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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