Xie Weiran's brows jumped, and she looked at Xie Li on the side of the male guest without hesitation, thinking secretly.

Her behavior today included Xie Li's anger. She had already thought about how to deal with it. She had no objection whether it was slapping her in the face, punishing her to kneel on the small ancestral hall, or confinement to stay in the foot.

She was so happy that she could punish Wei Xiaoniang like this. She would punish her casually and promise not to resist.

But who knows.

Xie Li just glanced at her faintly, then looked at the Zhou family's mistress, and his tone was calm: "Aren't Mrs. Zhou stopping it? How can I take action?"

The mistress of the Zhou family was stunned. She reacted and thought to herself: Are the Xie family members all stupid? Such a scandal is still so calm and composed when they are placed here.

Old Master Zhou was finally pulled away. He looked confused and was dressed in disheveled. He seemed to have been drugged at first glance.

Looking at Wei Xiaoniang again, it is even more difficult to see.

Her clothes and hair were so messy that she was notoriously messy, with a little ambiguous red plum on her neck, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyebrows and eyes were astonishingly charming.

Her appearance caused many men present to thirsty and swallowing their saliva frantically.

Xie Li's face was still calm. He looked at the cup in front of him, and he was really feeling nothing.

Xie Lijiao and Xie Lishen's faces were particularly ugly, especially Xie Lijiao, who was a woman and was still in the boudoir. From that day to the current situation, she was pushing her into the abyss step by step.

A maid came forward and took Wei Xiaoniang down.

All the guests were laughing and laughing, as if they were very satisfied with the lively event today, and even more whistled.

The mistress of the Zhou family glanced coldly, but her tone was particularly polite: "You all have good food and drinks. Please forgive me if you have any inconvenience."

Xie Lijiao sat down, and Xie Lishen also returned to his seat.

"Sister is satisfied?" Xie Lijiao and the people around Xie Weiran changed seats, and the two were next to each other.

The girl held a chopstick, slowly stirred the soup in the bowl, lowered her eyes and glanced at her: "What is Liu Sister, what is this? Why can't I understand?"

"Xie Weiran." Xie Lijiao's eyes were red and glared at him viciously: "I see you can be arrogant to the point of time."

"Don't glare at me with your dog eyes." Xie Weiran turned his head slightly and glanced at her: "Don't force me to slap you in public, so I can give you some face."

There are so many people watching, especially the people at the table where they are, almost every pair of eyes is staring at them.

Xie Lijiao gritted her teeth, turned around, and quietly ate her own food.

Xie Weiran put down his chopsticks and wrapped his hands around his chest. She raised her head and raised her chin slightly. Looking at Xie Li on the side of the male guest, she slowly frowned.

What is Xie Li doing?

She designed his beloved woman, and he should be angry, even if he did not express his feelings, he should not be so calm.

Too calm, so quiet that it is weird.

After noon, the banquet was over and the guests dispersed.

Xie Lijiao sent the old lady and maid to take Wei Xiaoniang away, and Xie Lishen rode a horse and followed behind him.

In the carriage.

Wei Xiaoniang looked at the waving carriage curtain, and although her expression was pale, she was very calm.

"My mother..." Xie Lijiao's eyes were red and swollen. Seeing her like this, she felt very sad.

"Why are you crying?" The woman's voice was slightly cold: "I'm not dead yet."
Chapter completed!