When the royal brothers were taken to the hospital, they were all so cold that they had hallucinations.
Some people shouted that they wanted to kill the old man Deng and inherit the royal rule.
Someone wants to have a life-and-death showdown with Boss Huang, and he is fanning the flames behind his back. If there is really trouble, where will he die?
The pig cage has corners for you to catch, but where are the people?
Uncle Huang's hallucinations were very serious.
He had a smile on his face, as if he had taken a drug, and his eyes were soft and kind, like a Bodhisattva.
After looking at the children with different conditions, Mr. Huang gave Mr. Huang a fierce look, heartbroken.
"Dad, don't look at me with such a foreign look. Are you the only one who feels uncomfortable? Isn't it sad for me?"
"Even if we are not born to the same mother, how can I not have feelings for my brothers?"
"Who do you think I am?"
Mr. Huang was furious: "It's all your mother's fault!"
When Boss Huang heard this, he sighed: "Actually, I can't blame my mother completely. Doesn't there be any problem with Mrs. Han? My mother was such a proud woman back then, but she was forced to become a vicious woman."
"If this is true love, why should she beat us up? What's wrong with me? You cover your conscience and say, how can I not be worthy of your mother?" Mr. Huang said, feeling a little guilty.
Boss Huang looked at Mr. Huang up and down, hesitated for a long time and said, "Dad, how about we change the topic?"
"good."
Mr. Huang is not someone who doesn't know how to praise.
When my son gave me a step, he walked down it.
Silence fell in the carriage.
Boss Huang said with a solemn expression: "Dad, in my opinion, our family is such a loser, you may not be able to wait until the day when the clouds are cleared."
"Can you fucking stop cursing me to death every day? What good will it do you if I die? Even if I die now, you can't even think about inheriting an extra fucking dollar!" Mr. Huang yelled.
"Yes." Boss Huang said a little regretfully. "At least I don't have to be caught between you and my mother. Oh, and the second sister, she is not a good bird either."
"Do you dare to say this to my second son?" Mr. Huang said in a strange tone.
"She and I have broken off our relationship a long time ago, can I say that?" Boss Huang said with a shrug.
Mr. Huang sneered and changed the subject: "If your mother asks, do you know how to respond? I've even risked my own life for my grandchildren, so I can't do that to her, right?"
"Don't worry, I know how to answer. How can a son harm his father?" Boss Huang said sternly.
"It's so fucking hard for you to tell others if they don't!"
…
After breakfast, Brother Zhang drank a pot of tea with the little old lady before getting up and preparing to leave.
After receiving the two kilograms of Dahongpao handed over by the little old lady, Brother Zhang looked serious and said seriously: "Don't worry, no matter how many people in the capital hate the Han family or dislike the Han family, I will not bear the pressure.
If you assassinate the Han family, I will be the uncle of the Han family in life, and the ghost son-in-law of the Han family in death."
The little old lady was moved.
He forced the half kilogram of Dahongpao hidden in the secret room to Brother Zhang.
"Don't do this next time." The warning in Brother Zhang's eyes gradually faded away. "The collapse of trust between people begins with these details."
Brother Zhang walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
As soon as I left the house, I reported the good news to Mr. Han: "I have enough Dahongpao tea eggs tonight, so I will eat less at noon."
"receive!"
At the end, there is also a dynamic picture of the cold lady.
It was made by Dai Meng using her own beautiful photos.
Brother Zhang can take so many big red robes, the little old lady must be very happy today, and she is in an incomparably beautiful mood.
After the meeting, Han Jiangxue walked back to the office coldly, took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Han Laomo: "Tell her, I have a grandma, Xiao Dong, an unreliable old guy like you, and an invincible one."
Okay, Brother Zhang, that’s enough.”
"One less of her would be too much, but one more of her would be unfavorable."
Han Jiangxue stood with her hands behind her hands, overlooking all the living beings in Binhai City, and her heart felt swollen.
"Xue Bao, if you don't mention it, I would have forgotten that she exists." Old Demon Thief Han said stubbornly. "Why mention that eighth wife if you have nothing to do? If you want to have a mother, I will arrange it for you in minutes.
You can have any profession or style, as long as you are happy, what does it matter if Dad is wronged?"
Han Jiangxue finished reading WeChat.
I casually pulled up the WeChat account of a strange woman without even bothering to change the notes.
I took a screenshot of the chat history with my old guy and sent it directly.
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Ding dong.
The woman replied to WeChat.
But it's a question mark.
Han Jiangxue did not reply.
It has been more than a month since the two of them joined WeChat.
But we never chatted.
Turning on the computer, Han Jiangxue was immersed in her work.
About fifty minutes later, Han Laomo sent a WeChat message: "Xue Bao, dad is not talking about you. If you have something to say, can't we talk in private? Is it interesting to talk to an outsider?"
"You don't know what dad is like? There were several beauties in Binhai back then, and none of them threw themselves into dad's arms. Have you ever seen dad fall in love with her?"
The corners of Han Jiangxue's lips turned up, but she didn't reply.
"She comes to Binhai tonight, and you have to accompany dad."
Old Mo Han made a wailing expression, as if he was scared to death.
