His wife is really pretty and does everything for him.
"Dad, Mom, what are you talking about? Why did you become so happy in the blink of an eye?" Murong Lijia looked at her parents with beaming smiles on their faces, so she asked confusedly.
"Nothing? Jiajia baby, don't you still want to go out? Hurry up and come back soon, do you hear me?" Murong Chuyou said in a roundabout way, and also told his precious daughter not to come back too late.
"Uh, yes, I still have to go out? Dad, Mom, don't worry about the shares. I'll ask Hao to lend us five percent first tomorrow." Murong Lijia said confidently.
After tonight, she will be Huangfu Yanhao's.
"Really? Bao'er's daughter?" Meng Minting said happily.
Murong Lijia nodded heavily, stood up, and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm going out first."
The couple smiled and nodded, and Meng Minting said, "Be careful and don't come back too late, you know?"
"I know, Mom, Bai." Murong Lijia waved her hand and walked out of the house with a happy expression.
…
"Husband, let's go see him." Meng Minting shook her head in the direction of upstairs.
"Well…"
Murong Chuyou hugged his wife's waist and walked to the second floor. Then he returned to his room and pressed the computer on the desk. The bookcase was divided into two halves, revealing a staircase that led to a secret room.
Murong Chuyou pressed the button next to the bookcase, and the lights on both sides of the secret room lit up.
The dim yellow light illuminates the stairs of the secret room.
The couple smiled, walked in, and walked down the stairs to the underground floor.
When I walked to the bottom and looked from a distance, I saw a person who could be seen to be a man. His feet were chained with iron chains, his back was tied to the wall, and his hair was very long and hung down.
The couple walked over and Murong Chuyou raised his chin with his right hand.
An old face, like a person in his 60s, coupled with long hair, like an ancient person.
The messy hair now looks more like a ghost.
"Bah, adulterer and adulteress." He cursed in an old voice.
"Husband..." Meng Minting walked over, took out a tissue from her pocket, and wiped the phlegm on Murong Chuyou's face. After wiping it, she turned her head, raised it, and slapped him.
There was a crisp slap, and Meng Minting said viciously: "Damn it, you actually spit on my husband. You don't want to live anymore, do you?"
The man didn't say anything, didn't pay attention, and kept his head down.
Murong Chuyou pulled Meng Minting behind him, "This time, I will treat it as a charity for you, free of charge. In the future, however, there will be a bigger gift for you in the future, that is: you will be a family
Reunion." He said with three fingers clasping his chin, and then patting the left side of his face with his left hand.
Then the two couples walked towards the stairs laughing.
'Gifts, family reunion, have these bitches found them?'
'Mom, how are you now? Didn't you notice anything was wrong?'
He said in his heart, his tone was very worried.
…
Huangfu Yanhao walked into the restaurant that Murong Lijia mentioned. There was no one in the restaurant. The decoration inside the restaurant was very gorgeous, and the waiters were also S-level.