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I Woke My Vegetative Husband up at Our Wedding Night CH 35

Author:Curling Green Smoke Category:urban Update time:2023-01-02 23:20:38

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“Mom! What are you doing” Song Yan questioned loudly.

“What are you doing Do you know what kind of person she is Look at the news online!” Madam Son threw the phone into Song Yans hands.

She turned back to Shi Qian.

“Shi Qian, its fine if youre greedy.

Youre already married, so dont seduce my Song Yan! Or is it that the person you married is a vegetable, so you cant stand the loneliness and want to keep Song Yan hanging”

The commotion alerted the rest of the café.

Everyone got up and looked over.

These people heard Madam Songs question clearly.

Someone recognized Shi Qian.

“That girl is Shi Qian I saw her video this morning!”

“Its her.

I saw it too!”

“She married a vegetable too”

“Theres actually such a thing! In the past, we used to watch the drama online.

Now, were actually watching drama live!”

Shi Qian wiped the water from her face and looked at Madam Song.

Madam Song, you have to be legally responsible for what you say!”

“Youre still using the law to pressure me Dont think I dont know why you sold yourself to a vegetable for five hundred thousand! Shi Qian, youre even willing to marry a vegetable.

Do you think marrying a living dead doesnt prevent you from coming out and seducing other men”

Shi Qian picked up the glass of water and splashed it on Mrs Sungs face.

Madam Song was stunned for three seconds.

“You!” She was so angry that she could not speak.

She had never expected Shi Qian to dare to splash water at her!

She raised her hand.

Just as the slap was about to land on Qian Qians face.

A hand gripped Madam Songs wrist tightly.

Madam Song turned around and realized that it was an old man who looked to be in his sixties who had stopped her.

However, this old man was extremely strong.

Old Master Fu let go of Madam Songs hand and stood in front of Shi Qian.

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Just one look was enough to make Madam Son shiver.

Shi Qian also looked at the old man, his heart filled with gratitude.

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“I didnt see the girl seduce your son.

I only saw your son pestering her.

How can he ask her to get a divorce so easily Hes evil,” the old man said slowly.

Madam Song choked and didnt know what to say.

“Old man, you dont understand.

She was tricked into marrying a vegetable.

Hes no different from a living dead,” Song Yan explained anxiously.

Shi Qian suddenly exploded.

“Song Yan, a vegetable is a vegetable, not a living dead!”

Song Yans face stiffened.

“I dont care who you married.

In the future, dont pester my Song Yan!” Madam Song pulled Song Yan.

“Go! Come home with me!”

Song Yan was dragged by Madam Song and was afraid that if Madam Song continued to cause trouble, Shi Qian would be even more embarrassed.

He could only follow her out.

Her light hair was still dripping wet.

She took a deep breath to calm herself.

Only then did she look at the old man who had helped her out.

“Here, wipe it.” Old Master Fu took out a handkerchief.

It was a blue handkerchief with an olden style.

She probably couldnt even buy it.

However, it was obvious that it was new.

Shi Qian took it and wiped the water from her face.

“Thank you.”

“Youre welcome,” The old man responded with a loving expression.

“Im sorry to interrupt your meal.

If you dont mind, can I pay your bill”

“If you really want to thank me, why dont you invite me for a meal next time” Old Master Fu asked with a smile.

“Huh” Shi Qian said.

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