Looking at the content on WeChat, Zhang Ruoyu almost smashed his phone.
Old man, are you taking advantage of me?
"Idiot."
Zhang Ruoyu sent a WeChat message, then threw his phone on the coffee table and drank tea.
I was wondering if I could block Han Daowei.
On this day, Brother Zhang can't talk.
"How was the chat?"
Han Jiangxue had a pretty face and a straight waist, looking very arrogant.
There was a little bit of expectation in my eyes.
She knows Brother Zhang well, and when he has a bad mouth, he will stop him and kill him.
Even licking it can make people sick to death. Xuebao has learned this before, and it makes him shiver with pleasure.
"What are you talking about?" Zhang Ruoyu glared at Mr. Han. "Don't you want to eat? I just asked that old guy to die quickly."
"That's it?" Han Jiangxue pouted, obviously feeling that the strength was not enough.
"I also revealed a little about our private life." Zhang Ruoyu took a sip of tea and said with squinted eyes. "I told your father that I would beat you during the day and let you sleep on the floor at night without giving you food. Oh, by the way, I
He also said that the plan is for you to give me eight sons within ten years, and if you don’t form a football team for me within twenty years, I will break your big white legs.”
"Ah?" Xuebao's pretty face turned pale and she was trembling a little. "Isn't it too harmful to the body to have so many babies?"
"What are you thinking?" Zhang Ruoyu glared at Xuebao fiercely. "I was just disgusting your father. Why are you so serious?"
"Oh." Mr. Han raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "Then how did he respond to you?"
"I haven't read it yet." Zhang Ruoyu lighted a cigarette, feeling a bit suffocated.
"Let's take a look." Han Jiangxue encouraged.
Zhang Ruoyu was too lazy to watch.
The cell phone kept buzzing.
I guess the old guy is very angry and is cursing there, right?
Zhang Ruoyu couldn't stand Xuebao's insistence, so he picked up the phone and took a look, his expression froze, his blood boiled instantly, and his heart itched unbearably.
The mobile phone screen is filled with transfers.
A million was transferred at a time, and under each string of zeros, there were three words marked: Call Dad.
Brother Zhang has never seen so much money in his whole life.
Ding dong.
Ding dong.
The transfer messages kept ringing, which made Brother Zhang a little bit overwhelmed.
"Stop it, I won't do this." Zhang Ruoyu replied tremblingly on WeChat.
He bit the bullet and confiscated not a single transfer, and his heart was in a state of turmoil.
Mr. Han saw Brother Zhang's face changing brightly and darkly, and became anxious for a moment, thinking that the conversation was over.
He jumped onto the sofa and stepped on the flesh of Brother Zhang's thigh. The pain made Brother Zhang grin.
As soon as he looked at the contents of WeChat, his face was full of anger. He grabbed his phone and sent a voice message: "Old man, who are you scolding here? I, Brother Zhang, don't care about your stinky money? You still call you daddy? Now you call me Liang
Call daddy, I will transfer it to you tenfold!"
After that, in front of Zhang Ruoyu, he declined the transfers one by one, and while he was returning them, he said: "Brother Zhang, you don't know something. This old guy always likes to play dirty! I don't know you yet? You always regard money as such.
Dung Tu, how can you bear to humiliate you like this? To be honest, are you afraid that I will be sad, so you give me a little bit of sympathy and don't care about it like he does? "
Zhang Ruoyu had a cigarette in his mouth, but forgot to smoke it.
After a long time, he pushed Mr. Han off the sofa: "Get out."
Mr. Han staggered a few times and climbed back onto the bed. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Zhang, I suggest you delete this old guy. To tell you the truth, I have severed the father-daughter relationship with him a long time ago. He
By humiliating you by calling me daddy, you just want to force me to submit!"
Zhang Ruoyu was still immersed in complex and contradictory emotions and didn't listen to what Mr. Han said at all.
After a long time, he glanced at Han Jiangxue: "Was your father's transfer just now fake? How do I remember that WeChat can only transfer up to 200,000 yuan at a time?"
"That's not the case. Although the old guy is useless and a pure filth, he never deceives people, and he has two characteristics that everyone knows." Han Jiangxue curled her lips and said.
"What are the characteristics?" Zhang Ruoyu asked vaguely.
"More money means more enemies." Han Jiangxue shrugged. "The disaster we suffered last night was because of this old bastard."
"Is the transfer real?" Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of cigarette dullly and pursed his lips.
"That can't be true. He was extremely rich ten years ago. In the ten years since he left Binhai, who knows how much money he made secretly." Han Jiangxue looked disdainful, not even interested.
"Then why do you want to give me all the money back?" Zhang Ruoyu said coldly. "That is a meeting gift from my father-in-law to my son-in-law. Why do you make this decision for me?"
"He even asked you to call me daddy. Can I not vent your anger on your behalf?" Han Jiangxue gritted her teeth. "How can anyone take advantage like him?"
Zhang Ruoyu glared at Han Jiangxue and said word by word: "Are we married? Have we obtained the certificate? Are we legally married?"
"Is there a possibility that, in terms of identity, he is my father?" Zhang Ruoyu said firmly.
Han Jiangxue's red lips were slightly raised, and there was a hint of cunning in her eyes, but she still kept a straight face and said arrogantly: "Brother Zhang, please don't wrong yourself for me, let alone give me face, and don't talk to that old guy because you are afraid that I will be uncomfortable.
You have to compromise. In a word, if you feel unhappy with him and want to fall out with him, I will definitely support you."
Zhang Ruoyu almost held back his internal injuries. He took a deep breath and sighed again: "I'm very pleased that you can understand my good intentions."
"How about I send him another WeChat message and you two go on to recognize dad?" Han Jiangxue asked tentatively.
"Go away." Zhang Ruoyu said angrily. "The atmosphere is gone, how can I still scream?"
Ding dong.
WeChat rang.
Zhang Ruoyu raised his hand and took a look, his eyes immediately lit up.
He picked it with his fingers for a long time, but couldn't find the key.
So he handed it to Mr. Han, the top student, to look at: "How much is this?"
Mr. Han, who is extremely keen on numbers, glanced at it and said, "Not much, only one billion."
Hmm? A billion?
Brother Zhang feels that the atmosphere seems to be back!
