The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

The old man pointed at him: "I don't want to care about your crap, but I have to warn you first, that's all the absurd things you did before, and this is not an example, otherwise, I would rather donate all the property under my name in the future." Go, and I won’t give you half a cent. Donating it can benefit the world, if you want to pay for your romantic debts or give it to a woman like Jiang Yueming to squander, I will never agree. "

"You donate naked, I don't care at all. Dad, don't threaten me with this all day long, as if I will beg for you if I leave you."

Old man Qu also sneered: "Well said, if you really have ambition, don't make a lot of messes for me from now on."

Qu Cunzi raised his eyebrows: "Old man, don't look down on people all the time."

"I'm not looking down on you. Brat, I might as well tell you the truth. If I had a grandson, I would have ignored you a long time ago. When my grandson is born, I will teach it myself and let it be a Good boy, and then leave everything to it, so that it will save you worry..."

There is no use for the second generation ancestor.

The spoiled only child is even more unspeakable.

Teaching the grandchildren must not be the same as treating Qu Cunzi.

Seeing that he will be an old prince for a lifetime without even a chance to become the throne, Qu Cunzi smiled, not angry at all, and complacently said: "Old man, don't threaten me, isn't it great? If you don't give me this world, why not?" Gotta give me a baby? I don't care."

This brat doesn't eat oil and salt, keeps saying "my child", where is the child?

He said nonchalantly, "Dad, I'm really going to get married. You see, if I don't get married, you will never have a grandson to hug, let alone let your grandson inherit the country. You blame me and scold me all day long. It's not my fault alone. Now that I'm getting married, don't hold me back, you have to help me..."

"Stinky boy, why should I help you?"

He stared at him strangely: "Just because you are my father. Otherwise, who calls you grandpa?"

"!!!"

"Dad, choose the auspicious day, how many tables will be held, who will be invited, where will it be held, what gifts will be given, how many dowry gifts will be prepared, where will the new house be, and other matters, please send someone to take care of it..."

Old man Qu finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Stinky boy, I think you've pushed your nose on your face, haven't you?"

Qu Cunzi spread his hands again, even more strange than him: "Hey, I said dad, you are not surprised. Which family gets a daughter-in-law not arranged by the old parents? Ordinary people have to borrow money to buy a wedding house for their sons. Why can’t you, Mr. Qu? Am I also passing on your old Qu family’s lineage? The children born will continue your surname. The benefits are all yours, of course you have to worry about it. This is a tradition of thousands of years in China, isn’t it? ? Why can’t it work when you come to me?”

"Boy, I've done all these things for you, what are you doing? Are you throwing away the shopkeeper?"

"Why? I'm busier than you."

"What else can you do?"

"I'm going to choose wedding rings, wedding dresses, dresses, etc... Besides, people say that I have premarital phobias. Although I don't have any fears yet, just in case, I have to recharge my batteries. no?"

"By the way, if you are too busy with these things, I will ask the eldest sister, the second sister and the third sister to help. The third sister has the best aesthetic taste. I will let her help choose the dress, the second sister chooses the jewelry, and let the eldest sister order the wedding banquet... "The old man pointed at him: "I don't want to care about your crap, but I have to warn you first, that's all your absurd things in the past, and this is not an example, otherwise, I would rather donate all the property under my name in the future. If you go out, I won't give you half a cent. Donating can also benefit the world, if you want to pay for your romantic debt or give it to a woman like Jiang Yueming to squander, I will never agree. "

"You donate naked, I don't care at all. Dad, don't threaten me with this all day long, as if I will beg for you if I leave you."

Old man Qu also sneered: "Well said, if you really have ambition, don't make a lot of messes for me from now on."

Qu Cunzi raised his eyebrows: "Old man, don't look down on people all the time."

"I'm not looking down on you. Brat, I might as well tell you the truth. If I had a grandson, I would have ignored you a long time ago. When my grandson is born, I will teach it myself and let it be a Good boy, and then leave everything to it, so that it will save you worry..."

There is no use for the second generation ancestor.

The spoiled only child is even more unspeakable.

Teaching the grandchildren must not be the same as treating Qu Cunzi.

Seeing that he will be an old prince for a lifetime without even a chance to become the throne, Qu Cunzi smiled, not angry at all, and complacently said: "Old man, don't threaten me, isn't it great? If you don't give me this world, why not?" Gotta give me a baby? I don't care."

This brat doesn't eat oil and salt, keeps saying "my child", where is the child?

He said nonchalantly, "Dad, I'm really going to get married. You see, if I don't get married, you will never have a grandson to hug, let alone let your grandson inherit the country. You blame me and scold me all day long. It's not my fault alone. Now that I'm getting married, don't hold me back, you have to help me..."

"Stinky boy, why should I help you?"

He stared at him strangely: "Just because you are my father. Otherwise, who calls you grandpa?"

"!!!"

"Dad, choose the auspicious day, how many tables will be held, who will be invited, where will it be held, what gifts will be given, how many dowry gifts will be prepared, where will the new house be, and other matters, please send someone to take care of it..."

Old man Qu finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Stinky boy, I think you've pushed your nose on your face, haven't you?"

Qu Cunzi spread his hands again, even more strange than him: "Hey, I said dad, you are not surprised. Which family gets a daughter-in-law not arranged by the old parents? Ordinary people have to borrow money to buy a wedding house for their sons. Why can’t you, Mr. Qu? Am I also passing on your old Qu family’s lineage? The children born will continue your surname. The benefits are all yours, of course you have to worry about it. This is a tradition of thousands of years in China, isn’t it? ? Why can’t it work when you come to me?”

"Boy, I've done all these things for you, what are you doing? Are you throwing away the shopkeeper?"

"Why? I'm busier than you."

"What else can you do?"

"I'm going to choose wedding rings, wedding dresses, dresses, etc... Besides, people say that I have premarital phobias. Although I don't have any fears yet, just in case, I have to recharge my batteries. no?"

"By the way, if you are too busy with these things, I will ask the eldest sister, the second sister and the third sister to help. The third sister has the best aesthetic taste. I will let her help choose the dress, the second sister chooses the jewelry, and let the eldest sister order the wedding banquet... "