Su Qiao poked his head out from beside him: "You can't snatch it away."
Cen Xingyuan glanced at her brother resentfully and drooped her shoulders dejectedly.
"It seems that you already know him very well. This guy is a pervert. Anyone who wants to steal something from him will definitely die miserably."
At home, my uncles, cousins, brothers and sisters are already in a nursing home.
The rest were either thrown into jail, where they could not get out for decades, or forcibly packed up and sent to Africa.
These are the results of snatching things from him.
Cen Xingyuan looked at Su Qiao's big black grape-like eyes, and suddenly an idea came to him. He asked excitedly: "Xiao Qiao, do you have any sisters at home?"
Su Qiao was a little confused and shook his head.
"No?" Cen Xingyuan was a little disappointed.
"Do you have any older brothers?"
Su Qiao still shook his head.
"Neither?" Cen Xingyuan was completely desperate.
Su Qiao thought about it.
She actually has a cousin who looks a bit like her and has a natural baby face.
"Does cousin count?"
Cousin
Cen Xingyuan suddenly became excited again: "The genes are similar, so it counts."
Su Qiao: “…”
"Xiao Qiao, when can we meet our parents?" Cen Xingyuan was a little anxious and reached out to pull Su Qiao's hand.
Cen Mohan quickly pushed her away: "Go away, don't scare her."
"That's just her personality. She loves to joke around. You can think about what she says for a little longer."
Um
Did she hear it wrong, or did he hear it wrong
Cen Xingyuan patted her shoulder and said, "It's okay, he's just like that, just get used to it."
As if she suddenly realized that there was someone beside her, she said loudly and exaggeratedly: "But my family likes a daughter-in-law like you, who is beautiful, capable, well-educated and polite, and most importantly, down-to-earth!"
She glanced at the stunned man with contempt:
"Unlike some men, who are not only calculating and calculating, but also get something for nothing. They only know how to live off women, and they don't know what the thing down there is for. Is it just for living off women?"
“…” Su Qiao’s mouth became an O shape.
It turns out that Cen Mohan is not the only one with a sharp tongue, it's hereditary.
He was right, genes are really powerful.
After confronting Wang Zhiyao, Cen Xingyuan then turned his attention to Wang's mother.
"Also, some people have been eating for decades, but all of it goes into their stomachs. They don't have any brains at all. Otherwise, they wouldn't be running around with their shameful sons who are kept by old women."
"If it were me, and I had a useless son like this, I would just smother him to death with a piece of tofu to save myself from losing face."
“You…you…?”
Mother Wang didn't expect that this decent-looking woman could say such ugly words. She was so angry that her chest heaved violently and she almost fainted on the spot.
"Mom, are you okay?" Wang Lingxi hurriedly supported her, but Wang Zhiyao hesitated for a moment and rushed out of the living room with a look of humiliation on his face.
He really didn't have the face to stay here anymore.
He was very angry, very angry, but he also knew that he dared not offend Cen Mohan and his sister.
Moreover, even if he wanted to take action, he would not be a match for the others and would end up being half killed.
Seeing that the remaining two were not leaving, Cen Xingyuan confronted Wang Lingxi, a powerful and greedy woman.
"Oh, and this, why can't a woman who has been dumped by a man and divorced work hard, make money, and live a good life with her children?"