Reborn Hot Wife

Mary Kinson brushed her gaze indifferently. At Mrs. Qiao and still remained silent.

Mohan was taken aback by her forceful demeanor.

The air pressure in the room was extremely high at the moment.

Mrs. Qiao, who was sitting in the chair, was almost out of breath. “Get out, you get out!” she yelled, pointing to Mary Kinson’s location.

She was upset, her eyes were scarlet, her neck twitched, and she was really ashamed.

Mary Kinson’s heart beat slightly faster, but his face was filled with waves.

Mohan yelled and drove away while pressing the slightly raised corners of his mouth: “Do you hear what I’m saying? Get out! And don’t forget what you said to me!”

Mohan was despised by Mary Kinson. “Mrs Qiao, I will give you an explanation today,” she stated calmly to Mrs. Qiao.

“Explain?!”

Mrs. Qiao remained enraged, saying, “Oh, if my eyes are blind, will you dig your own eyeballs to pay me?”

Mary Kinson was taken aback by her heart. She wasn’t expecting Mrs. Qiao to utter such venomous words.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

She most likely underestimated human nature.

“Mrs Qiao, you let me stay for two more days.” Her voice is clear, with a tranquility that belies her age.

Mrs. Qiao is still enraged, and the searing sensation in her eyes makes her even angrier. She reached out her hand and slapped Mary Kinson: “Get the hell out of Qiao’s house! Get out of here as soon as possible!”

Mary Kinson’s eyes were shrouded with chilly fog after being slapped with a little pain, and the entire person’s aura progressively grew icy.

But how painful she is now, how painful Mohan will be afterwards.

Mohan raised an eyebrow when she noticed Mary Kinson’s pallor. She gave a frigid smile. “Hear it, don’t you go and wait for me to summon someone to capture you?”

She feigned to care and lightened Mrs. Qiao’s mood: “Don’t get angry, Auntie; I’ll take her to the police station later.”

Mo Han, smiled without hesitation but hier voice remained heavy: ” Mary Kinson, don’t beg for embarrassment.”

Mary Kinson appears slightly collected, with impatience and anger visible at the corners of her eyes. “Two days, I only need two days,”s he says softly.

Her voice suddenly conveys a sense of conviction to all who hear it.

Mrs. Qiao was still convulsing, hesitating for a time before saying, “OK, I’ll give you two days, but if my eyes crack, you’ll never feel better in your life!”

Li TCM, who had been silent for a long time, was inexplicably guilty, and Mary Kinsong gently suggested, “Mrs. Qiao, you’d better not see Mary Kinson, lest you get upset again and your health worsen.”

Mohan doesn’t care; she just wants Mary Kinson to keep her word, and she also wants to witness her die with her own eyes.

“Let her remain for two days if she wants to.”

Mary Kinson gently rose up.

Mohan snorted harshly and shifted her gaze away.

The night is as refreshing as water.

Mary Kinson was rushed into the cramped rroom. Outside the door, just as she was about to lie down, there was a surge of high-heeled footsteps.

She sat down on the plush couch on one side and slowly poured a cup of tea, flattening the quilt d.

The door was pushed open just as the tea was finished.

Mary Kinson drinks the tea that has just been poured indifferently.

“Do you still have the heart to drink tea?” Mohan said condescendingly, Mary Kinson drank all of the tea quickly and then asked, softly, “I didn’t do anything wrong, why can’t I drink tea?”

Mohan sighed and got right to the point: “This is the first time I’ve seen someone as shamelss as you. But it’s none of my concern. I’ve come here to remind you of your deal with me.”

As long as Mary Kinson takes the effort to confess to her grandmother that she is a liar, her grandmother will not be her surrogate grandmother, and she will remain the most favored child of the Qiao family.

“Sit down first,” Mary Kinson suggested gently.

Mohan’s brow furrowed, irritated by her cool demeanor: you don’t panic when you die.”

She still sat in front of Mary Kinson.

Mary Kinson furrowed her eyebrows as she poured her a cup of tea: “can you feel relived since you did that? No, I don’t believe so.”

Mo Han raised her brows, perplexed.

Mary Kinson licked her lower lip without explaining why. Instead, she inquired, “Can your conscience stay stable after you have done something Mary Kinsonch?”

Mohan immediately felt wary a: “What exactly did I do? It’s quite amusing. It’s evident that you’re posing practicing acupuncture and Chinese medicine, and causing harm to your aunt!”

“There are only two of us here, you don’t have to be so afraid about chatting,” Mary Kinson said as she relaxed and sat back in her chair in a casual manner.

Mo Han’s brows are furrowed.

“Is it worth it?” Mary Kinson chuckled.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” said Mohan, raising her voice.

“Isn’t your aunt good enough to you?” Mary Kinson’s head was lifted, and her gaze slowly rested on her body, almost giving people an oppressive force: “Isn’t your aunt good enough to you?”

She is well aware that for this type of haughty woman, the more calm she is, the more she might incite Mohan’s wrath.

For the most part, forbearance is also a skill.

Sure enough, Mo Han, who had not been sufficiently cultivated, rose up and gave her a stern look: “What are you so pleased with? Do you believe your medical talents are adequate and that Hua Tuo will be reborn?”

“So you gambled on your aunt’s eyes in order to rub away my spirit?” Mary Kinson asked, her eyes furrowed.

Mohan isn’t a moron. Knowing she was speaking in a cliche, she quickly hushed off and smiled: “I didn’t, but your own strength is insufficient, so you have to be strong and hurt your aunt.”

Mary Kinson gave a frigid chuckle: : “It’s a type of epiphyte.”

This is the therapeutic component she discovered in the dregs.

Mohan’s smile had faded, and a spark of dread flashed: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“This is the extra medicinal elements in the medicine bowl, epiphyte, blindly carrying hazardous medicinal materials. And you are the only one who has touched the bowl of soup.”

Her message is straightforward.

Mohan clasped her hands and proceeded to be deafeningly silent: “That is entirely your problem; it has nothing to do with me. I just know that what you promised has yet to be fulfilled.”

Mary Kinson rose slowly, her eyes reflecting a measure of freedom: “Don’t be nervous; I can’t hurt you. Is it because you’re terrified of me that you’re being so cautious?”

“Enough!”

Mohan exhaled deeply and stated, “I don’t want to waste my time with you. I came here to force you to keep your commitment.”

Da-

Mary Kinson snapped her fingers and chuckled, “So you did it today, just to crush me away and get back to Grandma Mo.”

“You talk nonsense!” says Mo Han.