Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

Su Qiao was thinking about something, but didn't stop him: "Oh, let's go then."

After watching TV for a while, Su Qiao felt that it was boring, and went back to the room to draw the design drawings for the competition.

I finally got inspiration, and it didn't take long to paint, but unexpectedly, there was a noise from the next door from the balcony.

The voice was so loud that it sounded like it was whispering in her ear.

After holding it for about ten minutes, there was no sign of cessation there, and she couldn't help it.

I walked to the balcony and shouted in the direction of the balcony next door: "Hey, can you stop arguing? If you don't rest, don't everyone else need to rest?"

An old lady ran out of the balcony with a sheet or the like in her hand, and shouted arrogantly, "I'm arguing at my own house, but not at yours, it's none of your business!"

"Looking like a fox, and wearing so little, who are you trying to seduce!"

"Fuck, who are these people?"

Su Qiao was so angry that she almost didn't mention it.

She looks pretty but she has a flirtatious look on her face?

Wearing silk pajamas at home is to seduce people?

If the old lady hadn't shouted and entered the room, she would have wanted to roll up her sleeves and scold her.

The older you get, the more rude you become.

444 looked at the house next door, and immediately became furious:

[Host, that old woman is too much. Her daughter-in-law gave birth to a child three days ago. Today, let her get up to cook and mop the floor for them, and let her wash the sheets with cold water. It's really too much! 】

"What about her man? Is he dead?"

In fact, Su Qiao had already heard something faintly.

Because the two balconies were separated by three or four meters, and the sound was loud there.

444 hummed indignantly: [It's really a bit like dying, sitting and smoking and sulking, probably because it was a daughter, not a son. 】

"let me see."

Anyway, I couldn't draw anymore, Su Qiao simply sat cross-legged by the small coffee table on the balcony.

In the small suite with the two rooms and one living room next door, the things inside were very messy.

An old woman stood at the door of the bathroom and threw the sheet in her hand on the head of a woman in the bathroom:

"Don't make me cry, it's just to let you wash the quilt, and you bully you?"

The woman squatting beside the big-footed basin was a little fat, and her face was a little pale, probably because she had just given birth and her body had not recovered.

"But...but I'm still confinement, my mother said, I can't touch cold water."

Hearing this, Mrs. Li became even more angry, her finger almost poked her forehead:

"Your mother, you know your mother. Your mother asked you to have a son. Why didn't you hear me?"

"Hmph, confinement, is it just you, worthy of confinement?"

"Hurry up and wash it for me. Every day, I know how to be lazy and slippery. I really don't know how your parents taught you."

The woman looked at the man in the living room who was sitting on the small sofa smoking a cigarette, and her lips moved twice: "Shizhong..."

Mrs. Li stepped in front of her and stared at her fiercely: "It's useless to call him, who made you lose your temper and give birth to a loser?"

"Our old Li family's face has been disgraced by you. Do you know how the hometown called us today to laugh at our Shizhong? You lazy woman, you are kind enough to call him."

Li Shizhong took a breath of cigarette irritably: "Mom, can you stop arguing? It's giving me a headache."

"I……"

Just as Mrs. Li was about to say something, she didn't expect that a baby's cry came from the bedroom in the back room.

Lin Mei got up in a hurry and wiped her wet hands on her body: "Mom, Nini is crying, she must be hungry, I'll go feed..."

Mrs. Li's bucket-like body was blocked at the door of the small bathroom: "What are you feeding? Didn't you just feed it for a while?"