The president's wife is from the devil's sect

It's nothing to say this to others, but it's a bit of a big deal to Zhao Qingwu, wouldn't she be afraid of those people?If this group of people dared to break ground on her head, they would probably be beaten all over the floor by her, or they would kneel down and call their parents.

At the dinner table, the chopsticks that Zhao Qingwu used were custom-made and made of a very tough material. Otherwise, she would always break the chopsticks with a little effort, and the Shen family wondered if they would just change them all the time. Chopsticks bankrupted the family.

When Shen Fengchen was eating, he would pick up vegetables for Zhao Qingwu from time to time, and Zhao Qingwu also took the course to pick up vegetables for him. The two of them loved each other at the dinner table and respected each other like guests. Mr. Shen raised his eyebrows slightly, and his face bloomed with a rare smile. A smile on the face: "Feng Chen, how is your company going public recently?"

"Grandpa, it's almost done." Shen Fengchen replied, and Old Man Shen asked again, "Have those issues of insufficient funds been resolved?"

"It's all settled."

"Have you been sick recently?"

Shen Fengchen felt that during this period of time he seldom got sick, and the medicine she gave him was very effective, especially now that Zhao Ziliang was here, his delicate hands made the medicine well, and it also treated Mr. Shen's illness Almost there.

"I don't have much illness anymore." After Shen Fengchen finished speaking, Mr. Shen looked at Zhao Qingwu with kindness in his eyes, and then looked at Zhao Ziliang with a trace of gratitude.

Zhao Ziliang finished drinking a large bowl of soy milk, and wiped his mouth with one hand: "These pills in our gang are all secret from the ancestors, and no one can take them out. If it weren't for Feng Chen being my son-in-law, I won't take it out casually again."

Mr. Shen also felt that he was really lucky to have someone help his grandson to heal his illness: "Our family's Shen Fengchen was able to marry Zhao Qingwu, that is really a blessing that the Shen family can't cultivate in [-] lifetimes."

When Zhao Ziliang heard the words, he was naturally arrogant, and he spoke with great confidence: "That's for sure, my daughter, but I have cultivated her since childhood. Not only is she good at martial arts, but she is also very good at medicine. Your family can marry her." It is really a blessing for eight lifetimes."

When Xu Qianjing heard Zhao Ziliang's words, she couldn't help but sneered: "It seems that the threshold of our Shen family is so easy to enter?"

Sure enough, as soon as these words were uttered, the originally harmonious atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became tense, and even Zhao Ziliang looked at Xu Qianjing with a murderous look in his eyes.

Mr. Shen knew that Xu Qianjing would say something unpleasant every time he spoke, so he quickly gave her a look and coughed a few times.

After all, he has been wandering in the rivers and lakes for decades. Could it be that he still can't hear Xu Qianjing's sarcasm? Anyway, since he came to the house, the woman looked at him with strange eyes, treating him like a beggar. Zhao Ziliang replied: "Our gang is not accessible to just anyone."

"I heard that your gang is the Demon Cult?"

Mr. Shen saw that Xu Qianjing's words were getting more and more outrageous, so he quickly asked her to stop: "Today, the soy milk is well ground, and the bread is also well done. Isn't Qianjing's favorite food? Eat more."

His words hoped to stop the topic, but Zhao Ziliang was not such a fool.

"If our gang is really the Devil's Cult, then you probably won't be able to sit here and talk to us now, right?" Zhao Ziliang put away his usual jokes and cast a warning look.

Xu Qianjing wanted to talk again, but suddenly saw that Zhao Ziliang broke the chopsticks into curved, then straight, and later changed into various shapes. It seems that the hand is not iron, but just a piece of plasticine.

Suddenly Xu Qianjing was terribly frightened, swallowed, and didn't speak again. This Zhao Qingwu could break a marble with one palm, so wouldn't her father knock down the wall?

"Okay, okay, we're all family, let's stop talking about these polite words." Mr. Shen quickly eased the atmosphere in the house.

Seeing Xu Qianjing's terrified look, Zhao Qingwu was still glad that her father didn't exert too much strength, otherwise Xu Qianjing would probably faint on the spot.

After finishing the meal, Zhao Qingwu and Shen Fengchen went out holding hands... That's right, Xu Qianjing read that right, the two of them went out holding hands!

This kind of painting style changed, so that she, a mother, didn't know what to do. It was probably true as she said, and the relationship between the two had already sublimated to a certain extent without knowing it.

Zhao Qingwu went to the company with Shen Fengchen first, and after he went in, she returned to the martial arts gym. This time she finally came to take over the martial arts gym again, so all the students came to learn from her again.

The Martial Arts Hall was in the hands of Zhao Qingqing before, and it was almost closed down. Fortunately, Zhao Qingwu came back in time and rescued the Martial Arts Hall. Otherwise, I don’t know what will happen.

After Lu Hailang came to the martial arts gym, he also helped them manage those students, but he was still a child after all, and many people would definitely think that he had nothing worth learning.

Later, after Lu Hailang showed his hand to them, those students felt that Lu Hailang was indeed quite powerful, and their admiration for him grew deeper and deeper.

After all, Lu Hailang is also a descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect. It is normal for him to know a little martial arts. The most powerful thing is his ability to escape. If anyone competes with him, no one will be able to win against him.

"Sister, I have something I want to give you." Lu Hailang mysteriously pulled her to a place. Zhao Qingwu thought it was something, but took a recording pen from him, "What is this?" thing?"

"You'll know when you hear it yourself."

After Zhao Qingwu turned on the recorder, she heard some conversations in it. She never expected that Lu Hailang could send her such timely things at this time. This is the best evidence that Cheng Ru ordered others: "You How did you get it?"

"This is given to me by the leader of our Xiaoyao Sect. He said that you should need this very much now."

Speaking of Zhao Qingwu, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, he thought of the old man he saw that day. He didn't look so vicious. Although he didn't speak well, he didn't expect him to help him.

"Okay, thank you, this thing is really useful to me." With this thing, is it possible that Cheng Ru can't be suppressed?

Of course, Lu Hailang also hoped that he could do his best, and if he could help Zhao Qingwu, he would help her as much as possible.