Chapter 884: Come on, call Grandpa!

Chapter 884 Come on, call me grandpa! 884

"Xiao Zi, you can't be so rude." Deng Guihua taught her a lesson.

"Sister, I'm sorry. Xiaozi has been very busy recently, so she is in a bad mood." Deng Guihua explained quickly. The look on her face seemed to be a little afraid of Deng Cuihua.

Deng Cuihua still used her condescending attitude and said with a bit of acrimony: "Forget it, seeing as your father died early and there was no one to educate him, I will forgive you."

Deng Cuihua couldn't help but feel a little proud as she spoke.

"Aunt Deng, don't go too far. Don't think that you can be arrogant just because you have money."

Chen Huan couldn't help but stand up this time and stood directly in front of Deng Cuihua. Damn it, Chen Huan thought to himself, if they were richer, everyone would bring in cash to compare.

I can kill you with money.

Deng Cuihua never thought about the inconspicuous Chen Huan standing in front of her. Chen Huan's expression was a bit ferocious, but a bit scary.

"What arrogance? I have good intentions. Am I like the kind of person who doesn't recognize relatives when he's rich? Shouldn't I let Xiaoya come here to recuperate now?" Deng Cuihua retorted confidently. She couldn't help but feel angry because she had no money.

What are you arrogant about?

This is the way this society is. If you don’t have money and power, you are nothing.

"Chen Huan, she has good intentions for this."

Deng Guihua could tell something was wrong, so she quickly pulled Chen Huan and looked at Chen Huan with a pleading look.

She knew about Chen Huan's troubles, but she just hoped that Chen Huan wouldn't cause too much trouble, lest everyone wouldn't even be able to be relatives by then.

Xiaozi thought it didn't matter. She hoped that Chen Huan would show some strength and scare Deng Cuihua to death. So that Deng Cuihua would know what it means to be a rich person.

"Aunt Deng, this~~" Chen Huan was very depressed.

Deng Guihua patted Chen Huan's hand and said, "Chen Huan, my sister has good intentions. Don't be too angry. It's nothing."

Deng Guihua couldn't see clearly, but if she had to live under someone else's roof, she could bear it. It's not like she had never been looked down upon.

Chen Huan was helpless and stopped talking. He just felt sulky and had nowhere to vent.

Deng Cuihua had the upper hand, so she looked down on Chen Huan. She really didn't see anything like a boss in Chen Huan.

"Go in."

Deng Cuihua, who had the upper hand and gained the limelight, now made way for Deng Guihua and others to enter.

Deng Guihua walked in front, and Xiaozi pushed Wang Xiaoya toward the house.

"Don't forget to change your slippers. Those old ones are prepared for you. Don't dirty my floor. It's a high-end tile floor, very expensive." Deng Cuihua still ordered. "If the wheelchair gets dirty, remember it later."

wipe."

Deng Cuihua even lets people wear old slippers, which is really looking down on people.

"Hey~ you can't come in yet."

When Chen Huan was about to go in, Deng Cuihua stopped him.

Chen Huan didn't have much of a good attitude when he saw her. If he wasn't worried that Deng Guihua would be bullied for being too kind, and if Wang Xiaoya's arrangements were not good, he would really be too lazy to go in. Guys like Deng Cuihua, who have a little money, look down on others.

, Chen Huan has met too many people. Normally, Chen Huan would have slapped her long ago.

Chen Huan is now giving face to Deng Guihua, he just doesn't want to make things difficult for her.

"What else is going on?" Chen Huan asked angrily.

Deng Cuihua said with disgust: "This car of yours, please drive aside immediately. Don't block the door of my house. Such a bad car really lowers the taste of my house."

After Deng Cuihua finished speaking, she glanced at Chen Huan. She also wanted to ask Chen Huan to go back to pick up garbage.

Chen Huan looked at Deng Cuihua's ugly face and nodded with a smirk.

Then Chen Huan jumped on his van and started moving together. Then the van first shoveled away a large piece of the turf in front of Deng Cuihua's house. Then the van seemed to lose control and wiped out all the flowers planted in front of Deng Cuihua's house.

shovel it off.

"Hey~Hey~~"

Deng Cuihua's eyes turned red when she saw that Chen Huan was tossing her like this. She had already greeted Chen Huan's ancestors again.

Chen Huan drove the broken van out safely. Not to mention that it was not heartbreaking to shovel the flowers in the van, he would still not be heartbroken if he was asked to bring a sports car.

Because it's straightforward.

"Damn it, what do you mean?" Deng Cuihua scolded angrily when she saw Chen Huan coming back with a smile.

Chen Huan was very modest. He said with a smile: "Aunt Deng, I'm sorry. My skills are not good. You are so rich, so you shouldn't feel sad about this little flower and grass."

Uh! Deng Cuihua was stunned for a moment. Then her face changed, and she said with a bit of pride: "Of course not. It's just a small amount of money."

Deng Cuihua was so angry that she couldn't speak out. In order to show that she was rich, she couldn't speak out about her heartache.

Chen Huan secretly smiled, that's what people with a little money are like. They feel sorry for money, but they also have great face.

"That's good." After Chen Huan said a few words, he walked into the house.

As Chen Huan walked around, the house was suddenly filled with dirt. This was what Chen Huan had just stepped on and brought into the house.

Deng Cuihua's eyes turned pale as she watched. Just when she was about to open her mouth to curse, Chen Huan turned his head and stared at her again and said innocently.

"Aunt Deng, I'm sorry for dirtying your high-end ceramic tiles. But I thought, if your family is so rich, you wouldn't mind. The nanny will wipe it." Chen Huan said with a very sincere attitude.

While he was talking, he rubbed the wet mud under his soles against the wall in an obscene manner. The yellow mud looked like a piece of shit.

Deng Cuihua was heartbroken to death. But Chen Huan said so, what else could she say?

For the sake of face, she had to endure it.

"It's okay, you can change into slippers and go in." Deng Cuihua said with a forced smile.

"Okay." Chen Huan nodded. He took off his muddy shoes and stretched out his black feet. Then Chen Huan looked for a pair of the best slippers and put them on.

"Aunt Deng, your family is really rich. The slippers are easier to wear." Chen Huan deliberately struggled to put on the shoes, as if she wanted to wear them out.

No matter how much she wanted to get angry, Deng Cuihua could only laugh with her, and swallow whatever she said. She had to comfort herself at the same time, not to care too much about such a poor person.

Don't be too fussy about it.

But Deng Cuihua still felt heartbroken when she thought about what Chen Huan had done. She still kept cursing Chen Huan in her heart.

Chen Huan walked swaggering in front, and Deng Cuihua followed behind. Deng Cuihua finally saw what it means to be a vulgar person.

It turned out that Chen Huan not only had mud stuck to his shoes, but also a lot of mud stuck to the inside of his trousers. It seemed that Chen Huan did it on purpose. When he walked around, he tried his best to shake off the mud on his trousers.

What depresses Deng Cuihua the most is that Chen Huan seems to be very discerning.

From time to time, I would like the carpet, and from time to time, I would like the sofa, but every place that Chen Huan praised would have been sprinkled with dirt.

Deng Cuihua felt heartbroken and wanted to save face. In the end, she endured it for the sake of face.

Although Deng Cuihua realized that Chen Yunjie did it deliberately, what could she do?

What Chen Huan said was nice, and it was so hard that you couldn't tear yourself apart.

Deng Cuihua is actually considered rich. She has a middle-level leader in her family. And this small building belongs to her family.

Naturally, this kind of money is nothing in Chen Huan's eyes.

No matter how rich Chen Huan is, everyone has seen it.

After Chen Huan felt that it was about the same, and after seeing Deng Cuihua's expression of extreme embarrassment, he slowly followed Deng Cuihua upstairs.

Deng Cuihua was so angry with Chen Huan that when she went upstairs, her expression completely changed.

When they got to the second floor, Deng Cuihua had already arranged the place where Wang Xiaoya would live. In the corner of the second floor, there was a small room filled with sundries and a bed.

After setting up the bed, it was too crowded for several people to stand inside. The air was also stuffy.

Chen Huan followed him in and couldn't help but frown. Isn't such an environment too bad?

"This room is much better than those mud rooms in your countryside," Deng Cuihua said with a bit of smugness.

Her expression is as if she is completely God-like, and she would be happy if she could give you a house to live in.

Deng Guihua, who was always kind and polite, said quickly that it was very good. Xiaozi remained calm and looked at Chen Huan.

"Aunt Deng, the environment in this room is too bad. Can you change to another room?" Chen Huan said, "At least, you have to change to a larger one with air conditioning. Otherwise, it's like this

The environment is not good for Xiaoya’s illness.”

When Deng Cuihua heard Chen Huan's words, she couldn't help but snorted. It would be nice to have a room for you, but I would like a bigger room with air conditioning. How much electricity would be wasted?

"No more. There is only this one." Deng Cuihua said impatiently.

"No, when I was passing by just now, I saw an empty room that was unoccupied." Chen Huan looked at Deng Cuihua with a smile. "Don't you think you are looking down on others and are not willing to give up that room?"

Let people live in the big house."

Deng Cuihua gritted her teeth at Chen Huan. She didn't expect that Chen Huan was just passing by and had noticed it.

In Deng Cuihua's eyes, having a house for you to stay in is a great favor. You actually want to sleep in a big room and enjoy air conditioning. Can poor people like you afford it?

Deng Cuihua thought so in her heart, but she didn't say so in her mouth.
To be continued...