The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 534 I don't even look like you like (35)

That evening, before dinner, Mr. Zuo rushed back in a hurry.

Coincidentally,
Mr. Qu also came.

the difference is,

The former is for the baby princess,

Come back and punish my own daughter,
The latter quarreled with his wife and went to his son's house to avoid the limelight.

Mr. Zuo handled things cleanly and efficiently.

And Mr. Qu...

Even sitting at the dinner table,
Still never leave the phone,

while eating,
While quarreling with the old woman at home.

Let's quarrel, who hasn't quarreled.

Especially Wu Tong, who has deep experience and rich experience.

In his opinion,

Two people get along,
There are always times when you stumble.

Close the door and fight with each other, just treat it as a life adjustment.

but,

Can you not listen to the quarrel audio at the dinner table?
It made the juniors very embarrassed.

He also always has the illusion of dog food bibimbap.

It's a pity that Mr. Qu couldn't receive the protest waves in the eyes of the masses at all.

Just blindly immersed in unreasonable trouble.

【Madam Qu: If you want to think that way, then I can't help it. 】

As soon as the new voice is released,
The dining table, which was already quiet, suddenly fell into dead silence.

Even Qu Zhuxiao, a minor who just entered the second year of junior high school, knew about it.

This sentence,
But the number one taboo in conversation between husband and wife!
His father slipped his tongue and told his mother once,
I was stunned and slept in the study room for 45 days!
That one and a half months,
He sees his dad every day,
I feel like I'm watching The Walking Dead.

People are always worried that he will go berserk,

Then suddenly caught someone,

Take a bite...

The rough air from old man Qu's nostrils,

Repeatedly.

Qu's father almost thought that his own father would faint Gu Qi on the spot.

Or like usual team games,
Swear at each other and greet all relatives of the other party.

He was even ready to rush up and cover his mouth the first time his father scolded someone.

As a result, Mr. Qu held back for a long time,

Just press and hold the phone screen,
He countered with a lack of confidence,

"Gao, you, hello, wow you!
You can do it, you can do it!You... have a kind of...

you!you!You kind of say it again! "

Mr. Zuo waited for a long time,
Just waiting for a few meaningless nonsense threats,

Angrily, he slapped his chopsticks on the table.
Hate iron but not steel,
"Tell me you bastard!

It's over if you listen to it again! "

Mr. Qu: ...

"You, you, you old widower, shut up!"

Grandpa Zuo grabbed the chopsticks,
I haven't had time to draw the old man,

Wu Tong jumped up, kicked his chair over,

"How did the old man talk!
Are you looking for a fight?

How dare you talk to my old man like that!
Itchy skin isn't it! "

Father Qu was startled by the mysterious development in front of him,

I didn't react for a while,

As a result, Mother Qu stretched out her hand to grab the soft flesh on his waist,
Squeeze hard.

Father Qu immediately stood up with a cry.

The mother of the song yelled in sync with the dubbing,

"Wu, you dare to try! This is the Qu family!"

Mr. Qu released his finger on the screen,

Forty seconds of chaotic voice,
rou~ sent it out.

Mr. Qu: ...

"What are you doing?
No, look, see I'm busy! "

Mr. Zuo finally,
Painfully, I dropped the chopsticks in my hand,
Angrily, he hit the back of Mr. Qu's head,
and cursed,
"Qu Cichun, you old idiot!"

……

A melee.

All adults join in.

The Qu family was completely suppressed.

While being whipped by chopsticks, Mr. Qu accused Mr. Zuo of being unfair.

Wu Tong has been obsessed with it since he was a child, and fighting is commonplace.

To deal with a refined composer,

More than enough than chopping melons and vegetables.

As for Qu Mu and Zuo Jiuqing.

Girlfriend love is more important than anything else, the two secretly rubbed rock-paper-scissors together.

Kuang Chitose who witnessed everything: ...

Qu Jingmian whispered to her ear to express her loyalty,
"I surrender."

Kuang Chitose: ...

(End of this chapter)