Zhou Xiaoxuan shouted: "Why? Are they just paying back the capital that Xiaojue paid? This is not possible, Aunt Huang, you have to speak up for Xiaojue, you can't just let them get it so easy."
Huang Ma hesitated a little.
"Aunt Huang, why do you have to be soft-hearted? They broke up anyway. They are enemies. Why are you thinking about them? Who doesn't know that in business, principal is the most important thing. There is no reason for your son to pay out the principal and wait for others to make profits.
I just gave you a little capital and kicked you out. Isn’t this burning the bridge? This woman, Yan Xixi, is trying to reach the sky by stepping on your son’s back.”
Zhou Xiaoxuan was offended, angry and jealous, but she had no way to bring bad luck to the two of them, so she tried her best to instigate Huang Ma.
In particular, it was okay if Yan Xixi didn't drive this Mercedes-Benz, but once she did, she really hated it.
Typical people are angry but not laughing.
"You have to think about your son, otherwise, who will think about him? At least, they must keep Xiaojue's shares. If they make money, they must also give a portion to Xiaojue every year..."
Huang's mother was very embarrassed: "Let's forget it. Otherwise, Xiaojue will blame me again."
"Xiaojue blamed you before, how can he blame you now? Now he has Zhou Ting. Isn't Zhou Ting ten thousand times better than Yan Xixi?"
"This... let's forget it... so as not to get entangled again."
…
The two cars were traveling in opposite directions.
The red sports car goes south and the white Mercedes Benz goes north.
Only then did Huang Xiaojue slowly come out of the shadows.
He had been here countless times before and after the store opened. But then he never came here again for a long time.
When he saw the white Mercedes Benz whizzing away and the wind blowing the black hair of the woman in the car, he closed his eyes tightly and leaned heavily against the street tree.
She didn't see him.
In fact, she no longer cares.
Ever since she met him and Zhou Ting in the mall, she didn't care about anything.
There was no pain at all—he whizzed away with Xu Xiaoya laughing and joking.
In his life, he had never seen her so carefree, as if she didn't have to worry even if the sky fell.
Xu Xiaoya is really right: Yan Xixi is completely liberated from leaving your son. Isn't it amazing? We have hands and feet, and we can make money.
When Huang's father opened the door and came in, he was surprised to see his son sitting alone in the living room: "Xiaojue, today is not the weekend? Why are you back? Are you hungry? I'll go cook right away."
"No, dad, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. We'll go together when mom comes back."
Father Huang sat down with a smile, but saw that his son was in much better spirits recently. Although he had lost a lot of weight in the past few days, he was no longer that decadent and sluggish.
"You are busy with work, so you don't have to worry about us all the time."
Huang Xiaojue was very patient: "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow and I'll probably have to leave for a while, so I'll come back to see you first."
At this moment, Huang Xiaojue's cell phone rang: "Son, are you free? Let's go home with Zhou Ting for dinner on Friday night..."
He was very patient: "Mom, I'm at home, please come back soon."
After hanging up the phone, he looked at Huang's father.
Huang's father said sarcastically: "Your mother is just crazy. Now she is crazy. She warmly invites Zhou Ting to go home for dinner every day. Isn't this a joke? Zhou Ting is indeed a good girl, but Qi Dafei is from a family like the Zhou family.
, it’s not something we can reach high.”
After the last fight, Huang's father became much stricter in disciplining Huang's mother.
