My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

The winery manager hurriedly responded and left in a hurry.

Mother Zhong and the hotel manager passed by, and the already frowning brows suddenly wrinkled even more.

"I said what's the matter with you, didn't you hand over all business to your son? You keep checking accounts like this, how can you let your son hold his head in the company?"

Mother Zhong sat down opposite Father Zhong and held the injustice for her son.

Father Zhong was already in a bad mood, but after hearing Mother Zhong's words, his face turned black.

"What do you know as a woman? If it wasn't for the good son you gave birth to, I would have to work hard to check accounts?

I can warn you, don't meddle in your own business, it's not your turn to talk about the company's affairs! "

Zhong's father said something, it can be said that he did not give any face to Zhong's mother, which shows how the relationship between the two is.

Mother Zhong had just held back her anger outside, but now she was slapped in the face by Father Zhong unceremoniously, and the anger in her heart suddenly rose.

But when she thought that the financial power of the family was still in her husband's hands, she had to suppress the anger in her heart.

"Okay, let's not talk about my son."

Mother Zhong gave herself a step down, trying to ease her expression, "Did you know that the Du family is back?

Moreover, they also robbed the business of the beauty salon that I managed to manage with great difficulty. "

"Mom, have some tea."

The clock came out of the villa Qingran and brought a cup of freshly brewed tea to Mother Zhong's hand.

Mother Zhong was very annoyed as she picked up the teacup and drank it, unaware that the tea was still scalding hot.

"Ah! You're trying to burn me to death! How could I have given birth to a useless daughter like you, and I can't even handle a cup of tea. Do you want to be mad at me to be reconciled!"

Mother Zhong didn't dare to attack Zhong's father, but she was not polite at all to Zhong Qingran, the daughter who divorced and returned to her parents' family after she was married.

Speaking of which, he was so angry that he poured the hot tea in his hand onto Zhong Qingran.

That unhesitating move, as if standing in front of her was not her biological daughter, but an enemy.

Zhong Qingran screamed miserably from the scalding tea, but she didn't dare to complain, instead she became even more humble.

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean it, I'll definitely pay attention next time, please don't get angry."

Because of the matter of the Du family, Zhong Qingran became more and more unpopular in the Zhong family. In order to stay in the Zhong family, she could only do the housework that the servants did.

For the past six months, she has been busy every day, cleaning, cooking, washing clothes, and even running errands for everyone in the family.

If there is something wrong with the family, it would be abusive to open her mouth to her. This kind of life makes Zhong Qingran very miserable.

She thought about leaving the Zhong family, but she couldn't bear everything in the Zhong family, so she could only resent her family in her heart, and humble everyone in the family at the same time.

"It's all you, you're a broom star. If it weren't for you, how could our Zhong family have caused so much trouble, and how could my beauty salon be robbed of business!"

Mother Zhong did not soften a little because of her daughter's pleading, but instead cursed more severely.

"Mom, I, I have never been to your beauty salon. Your business was robbed, and it has nothing to do with me."

Zhong Qingran resisted the resentment in his heart and defended himself in a low voice with an aggrieved face.

"Snapped--"

Zhong Qingran's defense made Mother Zhong even more angry, and smashed the cup in her hand directly.