The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 924 Overlord President He is Physically Disabled and Strong 17
Mrs. Wen was stunned, and then her face darkened: "You call me Mrs. Wen?"

Xihe twitched the corner of her mouth, not wanting to continue to quarrel with her, and pushed Mother Wen's hand away: "Don't hold any more banquets at home, I'm very busy and I don't have time to cooperate with you."

Pushing Cheng Que, the group of three went straight out of the banquet hall.

Mother Wen stood where she was, staring blankly at the door. Father Wen, who had been mute all night, walked over with frowning, with a bad tone: "Didn't I ask you to stop me? How did you leave?"

Mother Wen turned her head slowly, with teary eyes: "Husband, Wen Sheng calls me Mrs. Wen."

Grabbing Father Wen's arm, tears came down. She knew that Wen Sheng blamed her, but she didn't know that Wen Sheng was so angry that she called her Mrs. Wen!Does this girl have no heart?What's wrong with her thinking about her husband?Isn't she for their mother and daughter?

The nanny, the driver, and the tutor at home have everything they need, so what should she do? !
She dismissed her father's hard work for half his life, did she say anything?These days my husband is furious and yells at her every now and then, isn't she upset?Wen Sheng doesn't understand anything?
Is she doing the banquet tonight for herself?Isn't it to let her know more people?The road will be easier in the future.

Mother Wen was so wronged that she felt that her husband and daughter didn't understand her.

Father Wen was impatient: "Okay, wipe away your tears, don't embarrass yourself in front of so many people!" The moment he turned around, he put on a perfect smile on his face, and explained to the guests that his daughter had something to go back, and it was the same to tell him anything. of.

Xihe had no idea that Wen's father agreed to many people's cooperation requests on his own initiative.

When she got home, she went straight to her room, leaving Cheng Que and Cheng Die to stand and sit in the living room, the air pressure was extremely low.

Cheng Die couldn't bear this feeling, so she pulled Cheng Que's arm: "Brother..."

"Stand up!"

Cheng Die shook and stood up straight.

However, the grievance in my heart could not be suppressed, and tears flowed out.

Cheng Que's originally hard heart suddenly softened, but he still said: "Why do you have such great malice towards Wen Sheng? You have to pinch them when you meet? Wen Sheng is generous, and has never really bullied you..."

"But she bullied you!"

Cheng Die's eyes were red, and she said stubbornly: "She bullied you!"

Of course she knew that Wen Sheng was better than Shen Qing, but Wen Sheng was too ruthless, she didn't want her brother to marry such a person back home in the future.

Cheng Que was dumb, pointed to the sofa to signal her to sit down, then went to pour a glass of water and handed it to her, and said seriously: "Little sister, she didn't bully me, Wen Sheng is very good... even if I was bullied, I would be happy beginning."

Touching her hair, her eyes were gentle: "You just have to be happy, brother will protect you."

Cheng Die asked back: "What about you?"

Cheng Que couldn't help but look towards the stairs on the second floor, and said, "I want to be with her."

Cheng Die: "..."

Looking at her brother blankly, he felt that he was hopeless.
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Xihe found that Cheng Die no longer targeted her.

Occasionally, she purposely sat next to Cheng Que, and this girl acted as if she hadn't seen her, Xihe:? ? ?That's fine, that's fine.

On this day, she received a call from Zhang Wenheng, which meant that after such a long struggle, Mr. Chen and others were finally in prison. His voice was deeply tired: "Miss Wen, I may have to rest a period of time."

He gently stroked the person in the photo, and said in his heart, sister, I'm back to see you.

Xihe paused and asked, "Wen remembers that you and Fan Zhuang are in the same county?"

"Correct."

"I want to ask you to bring me something to Fan Zhuang."

Zhang Wenheng swept away his sadness: "To whom?"

Xihe calmed down: "Fan Zhuang, just bury him at his grave on a dark and windy night. Remember, don't be seen."

Zhang Wenheng: "..."

Think carefully and say: "Miss Wen, feudal superstition is bad, especially doing things that harm others and benefit oneself."

Xihe was overjoyed, pushed away the computer, stood up and walked to the window, the bustling traffic outside was extremely busy: "Do you think I am that kind of person? Don't worry, I just asked an eminent monk to perform a ritual ceremony for him, and wish him a good life in the next life." Just a happy family."

Only then did Zhang Wenheng heave a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll get the things then."

However, Xihe was too busy. The person who received him was Secretary Han. After getting the things, he got on the train and staggered back to his hometown. The strong mound buried things in it.

During this period, he also inquired about a lot of news.

Fan Zhuang's elder brother and sister-in-law spent a lot of time after getting the money, and then they planned to buy a house, but who knew they were tricked into buying a haunted house, and they were mentally tortured every day. Second brother, second brother'.

Zhang Wenheng: "..."

Before he left, the two returned to the countryside, and their spirits gradually improved.

Xihe built a laboratory at home, and was often locked in it for a day or two, and her aunt knocked on the door to bring her meals in. Cheng Que felt that she was messing around, and didn't take her body seriously, so she opened the door and called for someone.

The moment the door was opened, the woman was wearing a white coat and was seriously experimenting.

Cheng Que: "..."

Silently closed the door of the laboratory.

When Xihe came out two days later, Cheng Que called her: "Did you make those things yourself?"

Xihe collapsed on the sofa, moved his fingers when he heard this, and said weakly: "Yes, I'm exhausted." He kicked him and complained, "Why don't you find me a genius? If this continues, my hair will die It's going to fall."

The long ink-colored hair was spread on the sofa, with a black luster.

Cheng Que's inquiring mind completely stopped, walked over to pick him up, and said softly: "It's my fault, I will find it for you in two days."

Xihe turned around and buried him in his chest, wrapping his arms around his waist: "Find another decorator and make the guest room on the first floor bigger, or get an elevator on the second floor."

Cheng Que paused, and suddenly lowered his head, his eyes burning.

Xihe opened her eyelids, raised her hand to cover his face, and squeezed it: "Or, it's fine to change to a big bed."

Cheng Que stared at her blankly. After a while, he suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, unable to say a word, Xihe pushed hard: "Hey, are you going to strangle me to death?"

"No."

The voice was slightly choked.

Xihe was stunned, raised his hand to hold his face, surprised: "No, President Cheng, you actually dropped Jindoudou?"

Cheng Que immediately looked away, but was pulled back by Xihe, staring at his reddened eyes, couldn't help kissing him, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to look good when you cry, oh, your eyelashes are even longer than mine , too much!"

The tip of the nose is pressed against the tip of the nose, and the breath gradually winds up.

Xihe rubbed his soft lips, and exhaled ambiguously: "It's been so long, should we proceed to the next step? For example, kiss, for example..."

Soft hands burrowed into the hem of his clothes.

　It's over, it's over, Jiang Lang is done
　　
　
(End of this chapter)