My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Brother Zixuan, why didn't you save me? Did you have another woman, so you don't like me?"

Seeing that song Zixuan was only talking to other women, ye Xinxuan flashed a shadow in her eyes. On the surface, she looked sad and pitiful.

"Brother Zixuan, did I do something wrong and make you unhappy, so I didn't want me?

Brother Zixuan, can I change it? I'm willing to do anything for you. As long as brother Zixuan doesn't abandon me, will you?

Brother Zixuan, I beg you, please don't leave me. I really can't live without brother Zixuan. You, Wuwuwuwu, brother Zixuan, you said you would always be with me. How can you say nothing, brother wuwuwuzixuan... "

Listening to her brother Zixuan, song Zixuan only felt that her head was going to explode into a flower!

"Son, what happened to you? Did you quarrel again? "

Seeing ye Xinxuan crying so sad, Fang Yueqiu couldn't help but persuade her son, "son, it's not easy for two people to be together. They need mutual tolerance to last for a long time. It's not good to make trouble.

Moreover, people are girls. Sometimes it's OK for you to give in appropriately as a man. "

Song Zixuan looked at his own mother with a creepy face and looked a little broken, "Mom! What are you talking about? When was I with her? Don't mess with the mandarin duck spectrum, will you? "

He was almost collapsed by Ye Xingu these two days. Now his own mother misunderstood that he had something to do with Ye Xingu, a crazy woman? It's a rhythm that's driving him crazy!

"Brother Zixuan, how can you do this? Why don't you admit it.

We loved so much, and I was pregnant with your child. Why, why did you abandon me... Why, why, brother Zixuan, tell me why! "

Hearing song Zixuan's denial of their relationship, ye Xinxuan suddenly showed a crazy color on her face. Her last sentence was a scream.

Song Zixuan, "!" what the fuċk! This crazy woman!

However, before Song Zixuan could argue, his mother slapped him on the ċhėst.

"Smelly boy! You're even bigger than other girls' stomachs. You, you really owe a lesson! "

"Smelly boy, I'm warning you. You have to admit what you've done. If you dare to do anything immoral, I'll break your leg!"

Fang Yueqiu suddenly became fierce. I don't know. I thought Ye Xinxuan was her own daughter!

"Mom! You... ".

Song Zixuan blushed and wanted to defend himself, but he was interrupted by his mother.

"Mom, mom, I warn you, if you dare to do something that makes other girls sad again, I'll be the first to clean up you smelly boy!" Fang Yueqiu threw her hands on her hɨps and stared angrily at her own son.

Song Zixuan, "!" Oh, my God! Earth! Can you give him a June frost immediately!

"Who are you and why do you scold my brother Zixuan? Shut up, shut up!"

Ye Xinxuan couldn't move. Seeing that song Zixuan was scolded, she could only worry. Her beautiful face was distorted.