The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 1357 As far as the eye can see, it will last forever ([-])

Li Weimin trotted into the kitchen, brought out a cup of tea in a short while, came to the front of the second mother Hu Yue'e, bowed his body and said with a smile.

"Second Mom, come and have some tea. My nephew didn't know it was my sister-in-law who respected you just now. My nephew is not sensible, so don't make trouble."

"Hmph!" There was another cold snort, and Hu Yue'e turned her face away again.

Li Weimin was not angry either, and brought the cup of tea over with a smile, "Second Mom, please take a sip to save face, it makes sense."

"Brother! You don't care about the children's mischief?" Li Gonglu couldn't hold back anymore, he slapped the armrest of the grand master's chair angrily, and looked at Li Gongde through the old man.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see the connivance of the old man.

This is also what made Li Gonglu the most angry. His father didn't dare to criticize, so he could only lose his temper with his elder brother.

With the support of the old man, Li Gongde was no longer so worried, and he put his hands on his knees and sighed weakly.

"Second brother, what Weizheng said is right. Just now Weimin recklessly drank the tea that Cuilan offered to his younger siblings. Now let him have a cup with his younger sister-in-law."

Li Gonglu...

Almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Hu Yue'e was full of displeasure, but she didn't dare to speak. She just refused to drink the tea that Li Weimin brought to her mouth.

The three Li Weiguo brothers were also angry, but since the old lady was around, it was not easy to criticize.

"Dad! Look at them! What's the matter!"

Li Gonglu flicked his sleeves and looked heartbroken, the old man also raised his head, turned around and gave the teacup to the servant behind him, sighed helplessly, raised his hand and patted Li Gonglu's leg, and said earnestly.

"Second brother, you also know that Dad passed on the position of Patriarch to Weizheng when he was old and his eyes were dim. Now Wei is the Patriarch of the Li family. I, an old man, can only listen to what he says and does. "

The old man pushed [-], but in fact, there was something in his words, reminding his second son Li Gonglu that he is not old and dim-sighted, but he can see clearly.

On the other hand, it also reminded him that the current head of the family is his grandson Li Weizheng, whoever says and does what he does, as long as he doesn't break the rules, everyone in the Li family must obey.

The old man has a bright mirror in his heart, and his grandson Li Wei is taking over as the head of the family, but the second room has been dissatisfied.

Although it is absurd to ask the younger brother to serve tea instead, but the grandson wants to show his prestige, it is not easy for him to be a grandfather.

Li Gonglu understood what his father meant, and if it wasn't for the old man, he would be angry.

Beside him, Li Weimin continued to persuade him with a smile, "Second Mom, look, the whole family is waiting for you. If you don't drink the big guy, you will have to starve together. Second Mom, please do me a favor. My nephew is still there." class."

"Drink." Li Gonglu flicked his sleeves angrily, and Hu Yue'e took a sip from the teacup and handed it to the servant behind him, saying with a grim expression, "I'll drink it now!" So hurry up and get out!

This is the subtext behind it.

Li Weimin still refused to leave, rubbed his fingers at Hu Yue'e, counted the money, and said with a smile.

"Second Mom, I've already drunk the tea, where are the red envelopes?"

Seeing that his wife was about to argue again, Li Gonglu waved his hand, "Give it to him, give it to him..." He quickly dismissed them, he couldn't afford to hurt them.

Hu Yue'e angrily took out the red envelope and slapped it in Li Weimin's hand, "Here you are! Your family is so poor that you have to rely on red envelopes to live!"

Li Weimin weighed the weight of the red envelope, smiled and cried poorly.

"Second Mom, you're right. Our Li family, a proletarian like me, lives on red envelopes."

(End of this chapter)