Chang’an Peasant Girl

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Pan Fan scolded again: "You killed my son, our son's mourning hall has been set up for so many days, it's fine if you don't go to see it, but my son went to the funeral this morning, and you didn't even send it off? I didn't see it. Have a heartless person like you!"

Quietly sneered: "You killed your son yourself, do you blame us? Don't think we don't know, but the story of you killed your son has already been spread. It's okay to kill your son by yourself, but it turns out that we have no conscience. Drunk."

Pan Fan couldn't understand the meaning of An Jing's last sentence of being drunk, but he could also hear that it was definitely not a good word, and immediately became even more angry, and the fingers pointing at An Jing trembled with anger.

I only heard Pan Fan shouting sharply: "If I hadn't come to find you, my son would have fallen to death?! My son died on the way back from your place! My son will not die sooner or later, but at that time, if it wasn't for him You are the one who cursed to death!"

An Jing really wanted to give Pan Fanshi a big slap in the eye, "You said it yourself, you came to us, not we asked you to come to us, blame us? Blame yourself almost! Your son originally came to us. He was weak, and many people saw it. When you were running towards Pan Shuangquan with him in your arms, you accidentally fell and killed him! I cursed my husband to death, you shirk the responsibility Forget it, why are you still coming to our house to make trouble today? I'll ask you, are you still shameless?"

"You have the nerve to call me shameless?!" Pan Fan was even more angry, his face turned hideous, "You killed my son! My son is still so young!"

Quiet and speechless. It's a waste of saliva to really talk to this person.

"You must be jealous that I gave birth to a son, but you can't!" Pan Fan continued to scold. "Your hearts are so dark! Just let my son die! Son, mother, I'm sorry for you!"

After talking, Pan Fan shivered again, "How could mother bring you to their place, if you don't come to them, you won't die, son, son"

Crying and howling, Pan Fan suddenly became angry again, and scolded towards Jing An extremely loudly: "My son was killed by you, your hearts are so dark, why do you have children? None of your daughters should have! You deserve to be a stone girl! God is so blind, it's unfair to let you get pregnant with a child."

Pan Fanshi looked at the quiet belly, and the bulging belly slowly stimulated Pan Fanshi's eyes to turn red. Her son was killed by this man, and this man was pregnant with two!

Thinking like this, Pan Fan's irritated eyes turned even redder: "How can you have a child with such a black heart? You shouldn't even conceive a liar! My son was killed by you, you think you Can these two be born? In a dream! It must be stillborn! I curse you two children to be stillborn—ah—”

Before Pan Fan's words were finished, there was a scream. It was Xiao Changyi who kicked her and kicked her in the stomach. While making her scream, she hugged her stomach and squatted down in pain.

His stomach was burning hot, and after a while, Pan Fan spit out a mouthful of blood.

If Pan Fan scolded others, An Jing would let Pan Fan scolded, too lazy to bother with Pan Fan, but Pan Fan actually cursed her child! die! belly! middle!