Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 142 Wen Tao is my life, whoever moves will die

The phrase 'I'm useless' is an understatement.

That nonchalant tone was as casual as if asking what to have for supper tonight.

Hua Xueli looked at Fifth Yao, the other party's confession caught her by surprise.

According to her original plan, she planned to take responsibility herself and not let Fifth Yao take over.

She will live in Wen's family as Fifth Yao in the future, if this gets too serious, she will become Fifth Yao in the future, and it will not be easy to deal with.

It's all right now, she hasn't acted yet, Wu Yao, this idiot, has taken the responsibility for herself.

Having won the right to speak, Wu Wuyao looked at her shiny nails, and said in an obedient and contemptuous voice, "Not only did I destroy Hua Xueli's hands, but I also destroyed Wen Baiyan on the bed.

One foot at a time, I stomped on his shoulder bones, his hand bones, and made him suffer so much that life would be worse than death..."

"enough."

The one who interrupted Fifth Yao was Wen Zede, the third wife of the Wen family, that is, the father of Wen Baiyan and Wen Qingyue.

He looked at the niece and daughter-in-law in front of him, and couldn't associate her with the bloody and violent side she described, "Bo Yan is your third brother after all, and they are all part of the same family. Why do you have to be so desperate?"

"Extremely?" Fifth Yao asked back, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and looked at Wen Zed indifferently, "Third uncle, you have to remember one thing, Wen Baiyan almost beat my Wen Tao to death with a stick.

I just crippled his hands and shoulders. Compared with Wen Tao's life, his punishment is light enough. "

What made Wu Yao even more want to abolish Wen Baiyan was that, as the third brother Wen Tao, he secretly missed her as a younger brother and sister.

Looking at Wen Zed, Wuyao didn't have the attitude of a junior towards an elder at all, "I'm already merciful enough."

Wen Zede looked at Wuyao, even though he had a thousand words to say, but when he looked at her, the words in his mouth suddenly became speechless.

In the end, he just said: "They are brothers. If Bai Yan knew, he would never do anything."

Arms clasped elbows, Fifth Yao tilted his head and asked Wen Zed: "Then deserve others' bad luck?

Relying on the fact that he is backed by the Wen family, rich and powerful, he can run amok and wantonly trample on other people's lives? "

Fifth Yao's question was too tricky, the Wen family in the ward looked at her, and no one could answer her question.

For them, there is nothing money can't settle.

Wu Yao's question, for them, has no answer at all, money power represents everything.

The attitude of the Wen family was clear on the fifth day. She twisted her neck lazily, her body was graceful, elegant and charming.

Leng Mei's eyes swept across Chang Wen's family one by one, and she kissed with red lips: "The Wen family is not yet the king of the imperial capital, so rampant, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

What she said was really arrogant.

As the head of the family, Mrs. Wen really couldn't bear Wuyao, "Enough!"

"Not enough." Coldly rejecting Mrs. Wen's words, Wuyao said every word with extreme contempt: "Wen Tao is my Wuyao's life, who of you dares to hurt him any more, Wen Baiyan is the best example.

The truth about the car accident eight years ago, you'd better ensure that you can stay safe.

Otherwise, the Wen family is rotten from the root, I will play it to nothing. "

After finishing speaking, Fifth Yao rummaged through the bag to look for cigarettes, lowered her eyes and lit a cigarette, with all sorts of amorous feelings.

She obviously has a gentle, fragrant, charming and enchanting appearance, but she is seven points bloodthirsty and three points stinging.

Wen's family present at the scene had more or less evil intentions and ghosts in their hearts. After Wuyao probed for a while, all of them fell silent.

Looking at the various states of beings, Fifth Yao lightly puffed out smoke rings, glanced at the outsider Hua Xueli, "If your hands are useless, you should take good care of your injuries. If you run around, it will be an eyesore."

"Or, I'm adding fuel to the fire, crippling one of your legs, and making you use a wheelchair instead?"

　Good evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)