Cuiye was frightened by his aura and took a step back, but thinking of her son, she raised her head again and fearlessly took a step forward, waving the spatula in her hand: "Da Sheng is my son, and none of you can even think of taking him with you."
Walk!"
"You can't even protect yourself, how about protecting him?" Lu Chenxu glanced at her rolled-up sleeves, and the wound on her wrist was clearly visible.
Cui Ye subconsciously retracted her hand.
"You don't love your children at all, you are selfish." Lu Chenxu's words hit the nail on the head.
Cui Ye raised her head in shock and asked with some reluctance: "I, am I selfish?"
Fan Laosan walked out of the house in time, pulled Cuiye aside, and angrily shouted: "Go and cook, what do women know?"
"We can't let them take Dasheng away!" Cuiye stared at Fan Laosan timidly.
Fan Laosan was a little impatient: "Go and cook your food, I'm hungry."
Cuiye didn't move and wanted to say something, but Fan Laosan had already taken off her shoes and raised her hand. She was so frightened that she backed away, turned around and entered the kitchen unwillingly.
Fan Laosan looked back at Lu Chenxu and Mo Xiaodie, scratched his head: "This woman deserves a beating! Let's go, let's talk in the room."
Fan Laosan's house also has three bungalows, and the layout is almost the same as that of his mother-in-law's house.
The only difference is the furnishings in the house. The living room of Fan Laosan's family is paved with floor tiles and equipped with a set of fabric sofas, coffee tables, and TV cabinets.
However, the sofa must be quite old, and one leg is supported by a brick. The TV is still the bulky one from before, but it is larger than the one at his mother-in-law's house, probably 29 inches.
The overall feeling of the living room is quite clean.
After they sat down, Fan Laosan made a request straight to the point: "I am a straightforward person and don't like to beat around the bush. If you want to take away the children, at least this number should be taken away."
He stretched out his hand and gestured. He had already inquired yesterday that Lu Chenxu's car at the entrance of the village alone was worth tens of millions. Not to mention the Lu Group, which had assets of hundreds of millions.
When he found out Lu Chenxu's identity, he was so happy that he almost lost his temper. The premature baby he bought from a trafficker for 2,000 yuan turned out to be the son of the president of the Lu Group. He, Fan Laosan, was going to find out.
Made a fortune.
Last night, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He was laughing in his dreams!
Lu Chenxu stared at Fan Laosan, who was smiling like a flower, frowning slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes: "One million?"
When Fan Laosan heard what he said, he was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "No, it's 10 million!"
"Ten million?" Mo Xiaodie stood up suddenly: "Fan Laosan, why don't you go rob the bank!"
Fan Laosan picked up the toothpick on the coffee table, picked his teeth, and looked sideways at Mo Xiaodie: "This little money is nothing to your Lu Group, right?"
"Seven years ago, if we, husband and wife, hadn't worked day and night to treat this child, you wouldn't be able to see your son today. The life of your son, the president of the Lu Group, should be more than 10 million! I
This is quite conscientious!”
Mo Xiaodie was so angry that she wanted to say something, but Lu Chenxu held her hand: "Ten million, okay, I promise you."
"You, he beats his children every day, why do you give him 10 million!" Mo Xiaodie asked in confusion and angrily.
Lu Chenxu gave her a calm look and then said to Fan Laosan: "But I have a condition, let Dasheng stay with us for a day. Tomorrow night, I will have someone transfer the money to you. How about it?"
"No, I don't agree!" Cuiye had been eavesdropping on their conversation at the door at some point. At this time, she suddenly jumped out and strongly objected.