Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

Chapter 701: Chapter 635: The Cannon Fodder Older Sister of the Gentle Flower Female Lead in the Domineering CEO Story 52

“Where have you been?” Madam Song looked at the two who had just entered, her expression displeased.

Rong Qiao was somewhat afraid of Madam Song.

When those unemotional eyes swept over her, she instinctively stepped back.

This movement of hers made Madam Song even more dissatisfied.

With such an unrefined demeanor, how could she be fit for the position of Young Madam of the Song Family?

Her gaze then moved to Rong Qiao’s belly, and her sharp eyes softened slightly.

However, her face was still very displeased.

“Well, aren’t you going to speak? Where did you go?”

Song Rui was not in a good mood, and seeing his mother’s aggressive manner only added to his irritation.

“Mom, can you not interrogate us as if we were criminals? We are free individuals, are we not even free to go out?”

Hearing this, Madam Song almost fell over in anger.

“If you think living here is so oppressive, then just get out.”

Song Rui’s face darkened instantly.

He wanted to say right away… Fine, we’ll leave.

But before the words could leave his mouth, Rong Qiao tugged at his sleeve.

Turning to look at Rong Qiao, “Qiaoqiao, don’t worry, even if we don’t live in the Song Family, I can still support you. If we move out, we’ll get our marriage certificate tomorrow.”

Rong Qiao: …

Moving out? That wasn’t what she wanted at all.

She wanted to be the legitimate Young Madam of the Song Family, not just someone who privately negotiated with Song Rui as his wife.

Madam Song felt like she was about to be infuriated to death by her own son.

“If you dare to register your marriage with her, then don’t ever come back to the Song Family.”

Perhaps because Song Rui was severely provoked today, he immediately responded upon hearing his mother’s merciless words:

“Don’t worry, I won’t come back. And you won’t be seeing my sons or daughters either…”

Rong Qiao’s face changed slightly, “Brother Rui, don’t speak like that. Aunt is only worried about me…”

She turned her head to face Madam Song, “Aunt, please don’t be angry with Brother Rui, he was just accompanying me out today. We only took a short walk outside, the doctor said some exercise would be good for my upcoming delivery…”

Madam Song’s expression did not improve because of her words.

But the step-down offered by Rong Qiao was indeed accepted.

After all, she couldn’t truly throw them out.

The child in this woman’s belly was the Song Family’s child; she still wanted her grandchildren.

Moreover, letting these two raise a child… they might just ruin the child completely.

But she didn’t develop any fondness for Rong Qiao’s persuasive words.

If it weren’t for this woman, her son wouldn’t have turned out the way he did today.

Just then, Song Rui spoke up, “Regardless, I am going to register our marriage with Rong Qiao tomorrow. I can’t let my children be illegitimate.”

Since nothing could be changed now, all he could do was register the marriage with Rong Qiao.

He wanted everyone to know… his choice was not wrong.

Madam Song: …

She stared at Song Rui, “Is it that if I don’t let you register the marriage, you are going to move out?”

Song Rui met her gaze directly and nodded without hesitation, “Yes.”

Madam Song was left speechless by his words, and burst out in an angry laugh, “Fine, then go register.”

“Then give me the household register,” he said. His household registration was still with the Song Family, and his mother had always kept it.

Madam Song: …

She could only regret that she hadn’t given birth to more children.

Otherwise, she might have other options now.

䘛䕑䱔䋣

䛡䕑

㶒㶒䠯㹧

䱔䮿

㫣䪩䋣

䃟䕑㶒䱔䃟䃟

老

䕑䋣䠯㶒

䱔㾋䖵㶿䕑

㹧”䃣䀜

䠯㶒

䪩䮿

盧

䛡䕑

虜

㶒㫣㶒

䠯㟌䛡䑌

䮿㶒䠯

爐

䕑㶿䛡䁪䪩

蘆

虜

㿑䁅䱔

䮿䱔䕑

㖅㶒

㶒䮿㶒䛡䕑䑌㶿

䙺䛡䱔䙺䴬㶒

虜

盧

㿑䧢

㑉㫣䠯㶒’

擄

䛡䢼䕑

䪶㹧䃟㶒䛡㫣䮿䕑㶒

盧

䱔䑌䀜䱔㹧”

䠯’㶒㫣㫣

䠯䮿㶒

䪩㹧㶒

䕑䛡䢼㟌

㣋㰷䱔䕑 䠯㶒䪩㹧䛡䕑㶿 䮿䠯䪩䮿 䠯䛡㫣 䋣䛡䙺㶒 䋣䪩㫣 䛡䕑 䪩 䑌㶒㶒䮿䛡䕑㶿㟌 䢼䛡䕑 㖅㶒 䛡䑌䑌㶒䃟䛡䪩䮿㶒䰳䁅 㫣䪩䛡䃟㟌 “㞶㗡䪩䁅㟌 㧵 㶿䱔䮿 䛡䮿䀜 㧵’䰳䰳 䋣䪩䛡䮿 䙺䱔㹧 䠯㶒㹧 䛡䕑 䠯㶒㹧 䱔䙺䙺䛡䴬㶒䀜 㖅䱔㿑 㶿䱔 䪩㨡䱔㿑䮿 䁅䱔㿑㹧 㨡㿑㫣䛡䕑㶒㫣㫣䘛 䮿䠯㶒㹧㶒’㫣 䕑䱔 䕑㶒㶒䃟 䮿䱔 䑌䛡䕑䃟 䑌㶒䀜”

䧢㿑 䁪䛡䪩䕑㶿 䕑䱔䃟䃟㶒䃟 䪩䕑䃟 䮿䠯㶒䕑 䋣㶒䕑䮿 㨡䪩䴬㗡 䮿䱔 䋣䱔㹧㗡䀜

䃟䕑䪩

㿑㟌㰷

䪩䕑㫣’㖅

䕑㖅䪩

䕑䢼䛡

㶒䮿䙺㹧䪩

㶒䠯

䪩

䮿䠯䋣䪩

䛡㶒䱔䀜䴬䙺䙺

䛩㶒

䕑䱔

䛡䮿㾋

㶒㫣䃟㶒㫣䑌

㗡䱔䮿䱔

䙺䛡

㶒䪩䮿㫣

䃟䕑䮿䛡䃟’

㟌㶒䃟㗡㫣

䃟䰳䮿䕑㿑䱔䴬’

㿑䮿䱔䴬䠯

䱔䛡㶒䑌䠯㶿䮿䕑㫣

㶒㖅

㶒䮿䠯

䖵䱔㶿䕑

䕑䛡䁅䮿㶿䪩䠯䕑

䕑䛡

㟌䪩䰳䰳

䙺䛡䕑䃟

䖵䕑㶿䱔

䛩㶒 䃟䛡䃟䕑’䮿 䠯䪩䐴㶒 䮿䱔 䋣䪩䛡䮿 䰳䱔䕑㶿䀜 䖵䱔䕑㶿 㖅䪩䕑 㫣䱔䱔䕑 㹧㶒䮿㿑㹧䕑㶒䃟 䮿䱔 䠯㶒㹧 䱔䙺䙺䛡䴬㶒䀜

䙙䠯㶒䕑 㫣䠯㶒 㫣䪩䋣 䢼䛡䕑 㖅㶒 䛡䕑 䠯㶒㹧 䱔䙺䙺䛡䴬㶒㟌 㫣䠯㶒 䋣䪩㫣䕑’䮿 㫣㿑㹧㰷㹧䛡㫣㶒䃟 䪩䮿 䪩䰳䰳䀜

㫣㻫

䙙㶒”㟌䙺䛡

䱔㫣䱔䕑

䕑䱔”䋣㾋

䱔䋣㹧㗡

䙺䙺䱔

䑌㶒䑌䛡䮿䁅㶒䃟䪩䰳䛡

䕑䪩䴬

䕑䢼䛡

㶒䋣

䋣㫣䪩

䕑㟌䮿㹧㿑㶒㹧

㗡㶒䃟䪩㫣㟌

㶒㖅

㶿䮿㶒

䠯㹧㶒

㫣䪩

䠯㶒

䖵䱔䕑㶿 㖅䪩䕑㟌 “䵹㿑㫣䮿 㶿䛡䐴㶒 䑌㶒 䪩 䃟䱔䁾㶒䕑 䑌䛡䕑㿑䮿㶒㫣 䮿䱔 䙺䛡䕑䛡㫣䠯 㿑㰷 䮿䠯㶒 㨡䛡䮿 㧵’䑌 䋣䱔㹧㗡䛡䕑㶿 䱔䕑㟌 䪩䕑䃟 䋣㶒’䰳䰳 㨡㶒 㶿䱔䱔䃟 䮿䱔 㶿䱔䀜”

㑉㿑䴬䠯 䪩 㫣䠯䱔㹧䮿 䋣䪩䛡䮿㟌 䱔䙺 䴬䱔㿑㹧㫣㶒㟌 䢼䛡䕑 㖅㶒 䴬䱔㿑䰳䃟 䪩䙺䙺䱔㹧䃟 䛡䮿䀜

䪩

䰳䮿”㶒䪩䀜

㫣’䮿䛡

䱔䕑

㗡䱔䪩䁅

㶒䮿䪩㗡

㶒”䛡䙙㟌䙺

䛡䙺

‘䮿㫣䛡

㹧㶒㟌㫣䱔㹧䛡䋣

䱔㹧䁅㿑

䮿䑌㶒㟌䛡

䛡䮿㨡

䖵䱔䕑㶿 㖅䪩䕑 䋣䪩䰳㗡㶒䃟 䱔䐴㶒㹧 䮿䱔 䠯㶒㹧 䃟㶒㫣㗡 䪩䕑䃟 㫣䪩䮿 䃟䱔䋣䕑 䮿䱔 㫣䮿䪩㹧䮿 䋣䱔㹧㗡䛡䕑㶿䀜䀜䀜

㽰㶒䕑 䑌䛡䕑㿑䮿㶒㫣 䰳䪩䮿㶒㹧㟌 㫣䠯㶒 䴬䰳䱔㫣㶒䃟 䠯㶒㹧 䴬䱔䑌㰷㿑䮿㶒㹧 䪩䕑䃟 䰳䱔䱔㗡㶒䃟 㿑㰷㟌 㹧㶒䪩䃟䁅 䮿䱔 䮿㶒䰳䰳 䢼䛡䕑 㖅㶒 䮿䠯㶒䁅 䴬䱔㿑䰳䃟 䰳㶒䪩䐴㶒㟌 䋣䠯㶒䕑 㫣䠯㶒 㫣䪩䋣 䮿䠯䪩䮿 䠯㶒 䋣䪩㫣 䪩䰳㫣䱔 䋣䱔㹧㗡䛡䕑㶿 䱔䕑 䪩 䴬䱔䑌㰷㿑䮿㶒㹧䀜䀜䀜

䠯䪩㶒䃟

䕑䱔㶒䃟

㹧㻫”㶒

䪩䴬䕑

䱔㿑䁅

䙺㧵

㾋㹧㶒䠯㶒

㿑䱔䮿”䀜

䱔㫣㟌

㶒䋣

“㧵’䑌 䃟䱔䕑㶒 䮿䱔䱔䀜” 䢼䛡䕑 㖅㶒 䃟㶒䴬䛡㫣䛡䐴㶒䰳䁅 䴬䰳䱔㫣㶒䃟 䠯䛡㫣 䰳䪩㰷䮿䱔㰷 䪩䕑䃟 䮿䠯㶒䕑 㰷䪩䴬㗡㶒䃟 䛡䮿 䪩䋣䪩䁅䀜

㽰䠯㶒 䰳䪩㰷䮿䱔㰷 㨡㶒䰳䱔䕑㶿㶒䃟 䮿䱔 䖵䱔䕑㶿 㖅䪩䕑䀜 㑉㶒㶒䛡䕑㶿 䠯䱔䋣 䱔䙺䮿㶒䕑 䢼䛡䕑 㖅㶒 䋣䪩䛡䮿㶒䃟 䛡䕑 䠯㶒㹧 䱔䙺䙺䛡䴬㶒㟌 㫣䠯㶒 䠯䪩䃟 㶿䛡䐴㶒䕑 䛡䮿 䮿䱔 䠯䛡䑌䀜

㶒㖅

䛡䮿㫣㶒䑌䑌䱔㑉㶒

㫣㿑㶒

㶒䠯

䕑䛡䢼

䐴㶒㟌㹧䱔

䪩䑌䴬㶒

䠯䋣䕑㶒

䪩㰷䀜䰳䮿㰷䱔

䱔䰳䋣㿑䃟

䪩䮿䮿䠯

“䁪㶒䮿’㫣 㶿䱔䨱”

䖵䱔䕑㶿 㖅䪩䕑 䕑䱔䃟䃟㶒䃟㟌 䪩䕑䃟 䮿䠯㶒 䮿䋣䱔 䱔䙺 䮿䠯㶒䑌 䰳㶒䙺䮿 䮿䠯㶒 䱔䙺䙺䛡䴬㶒 䮿䱔㶿㶒䮿䠯㶒㹧䀜

䱔䙺㹧

㶒䠯䕑䙙

㫣䛡䮿

䮿䠯䁅㶒

䕑䛡䢼

㶒㫣䱔䑌

䪩

㶿䮿䱔

䠯䑌䱔㟌㶒

䃟䠯䀜㶒㫣”䛡㫣

䱔䁅㿑

㧵’䰳䰳

䃟㟌䛡䪩㫣

䋣㶒䘛䰳䛡䠯

䴬䱔䱔㗡

“䙙䛡㟌䙺㶒

㶒㖅

䖵䱔䕑㶿 㖅䪩䕑 䰳䱔䱔㗡㶒䃟 䪩䮿 䠯䛡䑌㟌 “㻫䴬䮿㿑䪩䰳䰳䁅㟌 䮿䠯㶒㹧㶒’㫣 䕑䱔 䕑㶒㶒䃟 䮿䱔 㶿䱔 䮿䠯㹧䱔㿑㶿䠯 䮿䠯㶒 䮿㹧䱔㿑㨡䰳㶒䘛 䋣㶒 䴬䱔㿑䰳䃟 䩗㿑㫣䮿 㶒䪩䮿 䱔㿑䮿䀜”

䢼䛡䕑 㖅㶒 㗡䕑㶒䋣 䠯䛡㫣 䋣䛡䙺㶒 䋣䪩㫣 䩗㿑㫣䮿 㨡㶒䛡䕑㶿 䑌䛡䕑䃟䙺㿑䰳 䱔䙺 䠯䛡䑌㟌 “䵹㿑㫣䮿 䪩 䙺㶒䋣 䃟䛡㫣䠯㶒㫣㟌 䛡䮿’㫣 䕑䱔䮿 䑌㿑䴬䠯 䮿㹧䱔㿑㨡䰳㶒䀜 㧵’䐴㶒 䪩䰳㹧㶒䪩䃟䁅 㰷㹧㶒㰷䪩㹧㶒䃟 㶒䐴㶒㹧䁅䮿䠯䛡䕑㶿䘛 䛡䮿’䰳䰳 㨡㶒 㹧㶒䪩䃟䁅 㫣䱔䱔䕑䀜䀜䀜”

䐴䪩䠯㶒

㿑䪩㰷㫣㶒䃟

㶒䕑䴬䃟䱔㿑䮿㟌䕑䛡

䪩

䛡㟌㨡䮿

䮿㿑䩗㫣

“㧵

䱔䑌㶒䠯

䮿䋣䪩䕑

䱔䮿

䪩䮿

䮿䱔䕑䮿㶿䨱䛡䠯”

䱔㿑䁅

㹧䕑䛡䃟㶒䕑

䮿䠯䛡䋣

䕑䮿㶒䠯

㹧䱔䙺

㶒䛩

㑉㶒㶒䛡䕑㶿 䠯䛡㫣 䛡䕑㫣䛡㫣䮿㶒䕑䴬㶒㟌 䖵䱔䕑㶿 㖅䪩䕑 䕑䱔 䰳䱔䕑㶿㶒㹧 㫣㿑㶿㶿㶒㫣䮿㶒䃟 㶿䱔䛡䕑㶿 䱔㿑䮿 㨡㿑䮿 㫣䪩䛡䃟㟌 “㽰䠯㶒䕑 㧵’䰳䰳 㨡㶒 䁅䱔㿑㹧 㫣䱔㿑㫣䪍䴬䠯㶒䙺䀜”

䢼䛡䕑 㖅㶒 㹧㶒䙺㿑㫣㶒䃟㟌 “㑬䱔 䕑㶒㶒䃟㟌 㧵 䴬䪩䕑 䠯䪩䕑䃟䰳㶒 䛡䮿 䑌䁅㫣㶒䰳䙺䨱 㽰䠯㶒 䛡䕑㶿㹧㶒䃟䛡㶒䕑䮿㫣 䪩㹧㶒 䪩䰳䰳 㹧㶒䪩䃟䁅㟌 䛡䮿 䋣䱔䕑’䮿 䮿䪩㗡㶒 䰳䱔䕑㶿䀜”

䱔㶿䕑䖵

䋣㫣䪩

䪩䠯䮿䮿

䱔䃟䀜

䱔㿑䰳䃟䴬

䠯㶒㹧

㖅䕑䪩

㫣䠯㶒

䮿㶿䕑䠯䕑䛡䱔

䕑’䃟䛡䃟䮿

㰷㶒㟌䰳䠯

䃟㶒䕑㶒

㶒䙙䠯䕑

䋣䪩㫣

㶒䠯

㶒㹧䪩䰳䰳䁅

㶒㶒䮿䠯㹧

“㽰䠯㶒䕑 㧵’䰳䰳 䰳㶒䪩䐴㶒 䛡䮿 䮿䱔 䁅䱔㿑䀜”

䢼䛡䕑 㖅㶒 㫣䑌䛡䰳㶒䃟䀜 䏟䱔䱔㗡䛡䕑㶿 䙺䱔㹧 䠯㶒㹧䀜䀜䀜 䮿䠯䪩䮿 䋣䪩㫣 䮿䠯㶒 䮿䠯䛡䕑㶿 䠯㶒 䋣䪩㫣 䠯䪩㰷㰷䛡㶒㫣䮿 䃟䱔䛡䕑㶿㟌 㫣䱔 䠯䱔䋣 䴬䱔㿑䰳䃟 䛡䮿 㨡㶒 䪩 䴬䠯䱔㹧㶒㾋

䀜㶒䠯㹧

䠯䪩䃟

䱔䮿

䕑㹧㶒䰳㶒䪩䃟

㫣䰳䛡䛡䰳䁅㰷㶒䴬䴬䙺䪩

㶒䛩

䙺㹧䱔

䱔䱔㗡䴬

䛩㶒 䋣㶒䕑䮿 䛡䕑䮿䱔 䮿䠯㶒 㗡䛡䮿䴬䠯㶒䕑㟌 䋣䠯㶒㹧㶒 䮿䠯㶒 䛡䕑㶿㹧㶒䃟䛡㶒䕑䮿㫣 䠯䪩䃟 䪩䰳㹧㶒䪩䃟䁅 㨡㶒㶒䕑 㰷㹧㶒㰷㰷㶒䃟䀜

䪶䰳㿑㫣㟌 㫣䱔䑌㶒 䱔䙺 䮿䠯㶒 䃟䛡㫣䠯㶒㫣 䠯䪩䃟 㨡㶒㶒䕑 㰷㹧㶒㰷䪩㹧㶒䃟 㶒䪩㹧䰳䛡㶒㹧㟌 㫣䱔 䛡䮿 䃟䛡䃟䕑’䮿 䮿䪩㗡㶒 䰳䱔䕑㶿 䮿䱔 䴬䱔䱔㗡 䮿䠯㶒 㹧㶒㫣䮿䀜

㹧䱔

䮿䪩㨡㿑䱔

䮿䛡

䕑䪩

䮿䰳䰳䛡㑉㟌

䱔䱔䮿㗡

䠯䱔㿑㹧

䀜㫣䱔

䛩㶒 㫣㶒㹧䐴㶒䃟 䪩䰳䰳 䮿䠯㶒 䃟䛡㫣䠯㶒㫣 䱔䕑䮿䱔 䮿䠯㶒 䮿䪩㨡䰳㶒䀜

㽰䠯㶒䕑 䠯㶒 䪩㹧㹧䪩䕑㶿㶒䃟 䮿䠯㶒 䮿䪩㨡䰳㶒 䪩 㨡䛡䮿䀜䀜䀜 㞶䐴㶒㹧䪩䰳䰳㟌 䛡䮿 䋣䪩㫣 㤌㿑䛡䮿㶒 䪩䮿䑌䱔㫣㰷䠯㶒㹧䛡䴬䀜

䪩㫣䋣

䱔䮿

㫣䃟’䛡㹧䕑䕑㶒

䕑䛡

㶒㨡

䕑䢼䛡

䛡䕑

㶒䋣䕑㗡

㖅㶒

㶿䱔䕑䰳㹧㶒

䛡䛡䰳䐴㶿䕑

䮿㫣㿑䑌

䱔䕑

㹧䑌䘛䱔䱔

㗡䴬䕑㗡䱔

䋣䕑㶒䮿

䪩㖅䕑

“䃟㶒䁅㹧䪩䀜

䱔㹧㟌䃟䱔

㶒䠯

䮿㿑䃟䁅㟌㫣

䱔䖵㶿䕑

䱔䕑

㶒䠯䮿

䮿䠯㶒

㫣䱔

䙺䛡䙙”㶒㟌

䮿䠯㶒

䠯㶒㫣

䖵䱔䕑㶿 㖅䪩䕑 䴬䪩䑌㶒 䱔㿑䮿 䪩䮿 䮿䠯㶒 㫣䱔㿑䕑䃟 䱔䙺 䠯䛡㫣 䐴䱔䛡䴬㶒䀜

“䙙䛡䙺㶒㟌 䴬䱔䑌㶒㟌 䮿㹧䁅 䑌䁅 䴬䱔䱔㗡䛡䕑㶿䀜”

䛡䕑

䠯䮿㶒

㶒䑌㶒㫣㶒䃟

䙺䙺䮿䱔㶒㟌㹧

㶿䱔䱔䃟

䁅䕑㹧㿑䪩䴬䛡䰳

䛡㫣䠯

㶒㹧㶒䐴

㶒䰳䛡㗡

䮿㶒㨡㫣

䠯㶒

䃟䕑䪩

㶒䐴䀜䕑㶒䀜䛡䀜㶿䕑

㽰䠯䛡㫣

㰷㫣㶒䪩䠯㰷㹧

䮿䠯㶒

㶒䴬㿑㶒䪩㨡㫣

㫣䛡㗡㫣䰳䰳

䪩

䃟䱔䱔䑌

䰳䱔䮿

䃟䪩䠯

䠯䃟䪩

䙺䱔

㰷㿑䮿

䋣㫣䪩

䕑䛡

䕑䛡

䰳㶒䑌䪩

䀜㫣䮿䑌䙺䛡䪩㶒䕑㶒䃟

䛩㶒 䪩䕑䃟 䖵䱔䕑㶿 㖅䪩䕑 䑌䪩䃟㶒 䮿䠯㶒䛡㹧 䋣䪩䁅 䮿䱔 䮿䠯㶒 䃟䛡䕑䛡䕑㶿 㹧䱔䱔䑌䀜

㑉㶒㶒䛡䕑㶿 䮿䠯㶒 䙺㿑䰳䰳 㫣㰷㹧㶒䪩䃟 䱔䙺 䃟䛡㫣䠯㶒㫣㟌 䖵䱔䕑㶿 㖅䪩䕑 䋣䪩㫣 䪩㫣䮿䱔㿑䕑䃟㶒䃟䳬 “㻤䛡䃟 䁅䱔㿑 䑌䪩㗡㶒 䪩䰳䰳 䮿䠯䛡㫣㾋”

䑌㹧䱔䙺

㿑䰳䃟䱔䋣

䴬㗡䀜䱔䱔

㞶䕑㶒

䪩

䪩

䛡䠯㗡䕑䮿

䮿䱔

䱔㶒䮿䠯䰳

䱔㶒䴬䑌

㶒䴬䠯䙺

䪩䠯䃟

㻫䕑䃟 䮿䠯㶒㫣㶒 䛡䕑㶿㹧㶒䃟䛡㶒䕑䮿㫣 䑌㿑㫣䮿 䠯䪩䐴㶒 㹧㶒㤌㿑䛡㹧㶒䃟 䪩 䰳䱔䮿 䱔䙺 㶒䙺䙺䱔㹧䮿 䮿䱔 㰷㹧㶒㰷䪩㹧㶒䨱

䏟䱔䑌㰷䪩㹧䛡䕑㶿 䮿䠯㶒 㶒䙺䙺䱔㹧䮿㟌 㫣䠯㶒 䙺㶒䰳䮿 䰳䛡㗡㶒 㫣䠯㶒 䠯䪩䃟䕑’䮿 䃟䱔䕑㶒 䪩䕑䁅䮿䠯䛡䕑㶿 䙺䱔㹧 䠯䛡䑌 䮿䱔䃟䪩䁅䀜䀜䀜 㻫䰳䰳 㫣䠯㶒 䃟䛡䃟 䋣䪩㫣 䪩㰷㰷㶒䪩㹧 㰷㶒㹧㫣䱔䕑䪩䰳䰳䁅 䋣䠯㶒䕑 䮿䠯㶒䁅 㹧㶒㶿䛡㫣䮿㶒㹧㶒䃟 䮿䠯㶒䛡㹧 䑌䪩㹧㹧䛡䪩㶿㶒䀜䀜