It was obvious that Xu Kuangjie was drunk and his tongue was rolled up when he spoke.
"But it's true that he doesn't smoke or gamble, haha... Except for his wife, this guy has his own insulator, and other women can't conduct electricity."
"well… "
Upon hearing this, He Huaiguang became even more frustrated.
"Loyal. Such a perfect man, I can't even poach him."
"Perfect, he's afraid of dogs!"
Xu Kuangjie mixed two cocktails, a martini and a margarita, and poured them into his stomach. He was already drunk.
"What??"
"I said he was afraid of dogs. He was bitten by a dog once when he was a child, which left a shadow. When he saw a dog, he looked like a grandson."
"Really? Is he so afraid of dogs?"
"Tch, have I ever lied to you about your cousin?!"
Then He Huaiguang told Yan Nian what he said.
But he found that Yan Nian was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Yan Xiaonian, what's wrong with you?"
He stretched out a hand and snapped his fingers in front of Yan Nian.
When his thoughts returned, Yan Nian shook his head and said it was nothing.
In her impression, there was someone who seemed to be afraid of dogs, but that person was not named Jiang Beiyuan.
Besides, that person was not familiar with her, and she hadn’t seen her since she was in the second grade of junior high school!
"Oh, by the way, I have to go back to my parents' house tomorrow, so you can take care of the flower shop!"
He Huaiguang said yes.
"Then you won't go back tonight?"
Yan Nian nodded.
He snorted and decided to carry out today's flag to the end.
"Of course I won't go back! Whoever goes back will be the grandson!"
…
Early the next morning, Yan Nian went back to her parents' house.
She hadn't been home for a long time, and she didn't expect that her original home had been transformed into a state of disgrace by Ma Xueyan.
There are two big money trees in front of the door, and there are bamboos hanging in the living room, which gives off a strong superstitious atmosphere.
Yan Nian took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. He smelled a scent, looked around and found that there was a Buddha statue and an incense burner right in front of the living room.
"As for that?"
If you don’t work hard, can the Buddha make you money
Ma Xueyan heard the noise, came out of the room, sat down next to Yan Nian, stretched out her hand, "Where's the money?"
"No!"
"What about the person you want to bring back?!"
Yan Nian: "It's divided!"
Ma Xueyan became angry and slapped Yan Nian on the back.
"If you can't make money and can't find a husband, what's the point of raising you?"
"It's useless, just kill me."
"Damn girl! You took some gunpowder again today, didn't you?"
As he said that, he was about to slap him again.
This time Yan Nian intercepted him in the middle.
"Fighting, fighting, fighting for so many years, you're not done yet, are you?"
"Have you grown more capable? I've made you eat, drink, and have sex until now. Do you think of me as a mother in your eyes?"
"Wait a minute, the one who pulled me off is my dad. My dad is dead, are you still my mom?!"
Yan Nian's last words were almost yelled.
As if he had been holding it in for a long, long time, his resentment and anger burst out together.
After she finished speaking, she let go and turned her face away.
His eyes were red, and he pursed his lips several times.
Ma Xueyan sneered coldly, "No matter what, even if your father died, I still supported you until now in school. Now that you are working, you should be filial to me and repay me!"
"I said, I don't have any money now, I just have this life, if you want it, take it!"
After saying that, he simply turned around and turned his back to Ma Xueyan.
She came back today just looking for trouble!
If I had known earlier, it would be better not to have a natal family!
"Damn girl! I think you came back to make me angry!"
Just as Yan Nian's back was facing her, Ma Xueyan raised her hand and slapped her again.
This time, it was not Yan Nian who held her wrist.
"ah-"
A burst of heart-rending screams pierced the sky.
Yan Nian was stunned for a second, turned around, and faced Jiang Beiyuan's face.
His slender and clean joints tightened Ma Xueyan's arm, and the hostility around him spread outward.
From Yan Nian's perspective, one could see the raised veins on Jiang Beiyuan's forehead, and his eyes, which had always been as light as cold smoke, were now covered with a layer of haze.
Yan Nian had never seen such a look in Jiang Beiyuan's eyes.
Scarlet, sharp, and deep.
That kind of... cruelty that is close to wanting to destroy a person.
"Do you dare to hit her again?"
(End of chapter)