Sweet wife, don't make trouble, we won't divorce

Chapter 447 Supporting His Wife (2)

Zhan Moxiao has always been ruthless and decisive in doing things, Zhan Anqi was really afraid that he would throw her to the poorest area in the world to experience, so she didn't dare to pick on the food, but reluctantly picked up chopsticks to eat.

Looking at Zhan Anqi, Zhan Moxiao still couldn't let go of the question just now, "Anqi, you haven't said thank you to your sister-in-law. After eating the meal she worked so hard for more than two hours, it's best for you to say thank you." At least polite."

Zhan Anqi was extremely reluctant, she looked at Jing Nianhui, but Jing Nianhui just pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, she didn't want to be kicked out by her elder brother at this moment, so she had to obediently say to Ou Lan, "Thank you, sister-in-law. "

Ou Lan raised her eyebrows and didn't say anything, but she had Metz in her heart, and it felt good to have a man backing her up.

With her family's Great Demon King here, all the troublesome mother-in-law and vicious sister-in-law stood aside.

Zhan Moxiao knew that Jing Nianhui was very unhappy, but he deliberately didn't look at her face, nor ignored her emotions, but finished the meal seriously.

Jing Nianhui didn't speak all the time, just looked at her son quietly, she knew her son was more like her mother, she knew that her son was angry, but thinking of the relationship between mother and son, he didn't get angry and kept her face.

Although the taste of the food was not very good, the family of three, Zhan Moxiao, Ou Lan and Zhan Lingtuo, happily finished the lunch.

Jing Nianhui didn't move at all, while Zhan Anqi managed to finish all the food in her bowl under Zhan Moxiao's strong pressure. This was the worst meal she had ever eaten in her life.

While eating, she raised her eyelids and looked at Zhan Moxiao resentfully. The more he took care of his little daughter-in-law, the more dissatisfied she felt.

When Zhan Moxiao put down the bowls and chopsticks, she put down the bowls and chopsticks too, and I complained pitifully, "Brother, didn't you see that I was injured so badly?"

Zhan Moxiao looked at her calmly, "My face is almost swollen into a pig's head, and I'm not blind, why didn't I see it?"

Zhan Anqi was suddenly very excited, "Since you saw it, why didn't you say anything? It was Ou Lan who beat me up like this!"

Ou Lan lowered her head guiltily. Although she was also beaten by Zhan Anqi and had injuries on her body, compared with the two, Zhan Anqi was indeed seriously injured.

She thought Zhan Moxiao would reprimand her, but instead she heard him smile softly, and he said, "An Qi, you have practiced martial arts since you were a child, but you were beaten up like this by Lan Lan, who just started training in my family. It can be seen that you are so good, you have lost the face of our Zhan family, you still have the face to complain to me, and strengthen my training tomorrow!"

If everyone heard correctly, there was a hint of pride in Master Xiao's tone, and it was obvious that there was no need to talk about who he was proud of.

Ou Lan's heart was sweet again, did the Great Demon King mean to praise her and not embarrass him?

Wisdom such as Jing Nianhui has fully understood that Zhan Moxiao is very dissatisfied with their sudden visit to Ailan Castle, and even more dissatisfied with their previous actions.

She also doesn't want to have conflicts with her son, but when it comes to issues of principle, she doesn't want to give in. Ou Lan is a matter of principle.

She didn't want this woman who couldn't even cook to stay with her son.

When she saw such a bad meal and Zhan Moxiao ate it in big mouthfuls, she felt inexplicably sour in her heart, feeling that her son had suffered.

She wanted a woman who could take good care of her son to fill the position of Mrs. Zhan Shao.

So, she said seriously, "Xiao, I want you to divorce."

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Zhan Moxiao paused for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at Jing Nianhui, with a mysterious expression that made it impossible to guess his heart.

(End of this chapter)