The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Bai Xiran understood, she just wanted to ask about the photos.

After entering the room, Xiao Bao climbed onto the small chair very politely and sat down.

"The house is a little messy, please take care of it." Chen Pingping poured water over and looked at the imposing man next to him, "Is this your husband? He is tall and handsome, so lucky."

Bai Xiran was a little embarrassed, "He's actually not..."

"My father inherited my grandfather's height, and Xiao Bao will grow taller in the future!" The little guy said "Dad", and his identity as "husband" was confirmed.

Mo Junzhe raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Mo Xiaobao.

The little guy smiled "hehe".

How, Dad, I'm doing great, right?
Bai Xiran wisely didn't continue the question, but took out the photo and asked straight to the point.

"You said this man... I have a little impression. It seems to be her friend. He has been here a few times. At that time, he was disgusted by your grandmother, and he seemed to have had a fight because of it." Chen Pingping responded carefully, looking at him with some doubts. looking at her.

"Xi Ran, you came all the way here just to ask this?"

"No, there are more, Ranran...my mother misses her grandma." The little guy added crisply.

But at this time, there were some noises in the room, and a middle-aged man and woman who looked somewhat similar came out.

Zhang Zhiwei looked Xiaobao up and down, "Even a child has taught you to have sharp teeth, white and stained, but you haven't changed at all."

"Brother Zhiwei?" Bai Xiran greeted with a smile, "Long time no see, I didn't expect you to be at home."

"It's just right, just pretend it's right, didn't you come back for the demolition money?"

Bai Xiran was taken aback, "That's right, I've heard news about this before."

The little guy blinked his eyes curiously, "Dad, what is the demolition money?"

The man sat on the side with a blank face, his long legs were on the side, and a crisp word came out of his thin lips, "Money."

Mo Xiaobao let out an "oh" and scratched his hair, "It's not good to demolish the house of the grandma. It's been a whole night, Dad, didn't you think of a way?"

The little guy complained a bit, what did Dad do all night, and he didn't deal with the business.

"Wait for someone to come and see the situation." The implication is that he will deal with it himself.

But the conversation between the father and son was in Zhang Zhiwei's ears, but it was harsh no matter what.

He suddenly raised his voice, "What's the matter, do you still have a way to prevent it from being dismantled? Don't you just drive a small BMW and pretend it's something luxurious?"

When Mo Junzhe heard the words, he only raised his face slightly to look over, and there was almost no expression on Jun's face.

The little guy, on the other hand, sensitively sensed the man's bad tone, and frowned.

"Zhiwei, don't talk nonsense. It would be great if we can avoid demolition. Our community is full of old people who have lived for decades. Although the house is old, it is still strong. No one wants to demolish it."

"Mom, just listen to their fooling, they don't want to tear it down, so we won't tear it down! Don't you think about your son and me, who haven't married a wife at such an age, aren't they just short of money to buy a new house? Which woman is willing to marry this broken house? Give me?"

Zhang Zhiwei complained unhappily, kicked the slippers under his feet aside, and walked to the window in a sloppy manner.

Looking down, there are already many people around.

"Hehe, the demolition team is here. Mom, as we agreed, no house, and I will give you all the demolition money. You can go back to your hometown..."

Chen Pingping answered dumbly.