The Almighty Wife explodes

Meng Qingya just landed on the middle-aged man, and the two of them looked like arhats stacked on top of each other. Although it didn't hurt, when she thought of that greasy body, she immediately felt extremely sick and got up angrily.

Her hair was disheveled, not as delicate as before, and there was even a footprint on her clothes, she looked very embarrassed.

Meng Qingya was so angry that she almost couldn't maintain her image, she said aggrievedly: "How could you do this, I did it for your own good!"

Seeing her pretentious performance, Meng Yao looked calm, folded her arms, leaned against the door, like a melon-eating crowd watching a play, and returned the words intact.

"I'm also doing it for your own good. In TV dramas, it is often said that people with bad brains will fall more often. Maybe they can be cured after falling."

The idiot young lady whom she looked down upon said that her brain was not good, and Meng Qingya's gentle face showed a slight crack, "Why do you say that I am not good at brain?"

Meng Yao frowned, as if she really didn't want to talk to a fool.

"You can't even understand what you say. It's full of loopholes. How can a normal person be like this!"

Without waiting for Meng Qingya to refute, she continued: "He said it was my father, so I will say it is his grandfather!"

After finishing speaking, she hooked her hands at the man next to her, as if calling for a puppy, "Come here, call Grandpa to listen."

There is a huge difference in age between the two of them, but when she said this, there was a weird sense of taking it for granted, as if she was born to do so.

Everyone was stunned again by her arrogance and her arrogant aura.

"I think you are talking nonsense!"

Facing Meng Yao's unreasonable play, Meng Qingya's voice became sharper, losing her previous gentleness and patience, "You simply don't want to admit your identity."

After speaking, she secretly glanced at the middle-aged man.

"Girl, you can't recognize me, I have evidence in my hand."

The man yelled loudly, as if he had found some confidence, "Paternity test! I did the test, and we are indeed related by blood."

He hesitated a little, as if he wanted to get closer to Meng Yao, but when he thought of her skill just now, he withdrew his feet suddenly, looked carefully at the petite woman not far in front of him, and moved back again.

Talking there from a distance, as if he felt that he was safe like this, but he was still too naive and underestimated Meng Yao's skill.

A cold light flashed in the air, and a sharp dagger appeared on the man's neck.

The cold breath rushed towards his face, as if blood would seal his throat in the next second.

The snow-white blade reflected the image of the man's facial features distorted due to panic. His legs softened and he immediately knelt on the ground, almost shouting "Grandpa, spare me!"
Meng Yao raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure it's my father?"

Seeing Meng Yao's movements, Gu Yancheng frowned slightly, and subconsciously touched his pocket, there was indeed nothing there, his eyes sank, and he looked at Meng Yao with some scrutiny and vigilance.

This woman was able to steal his things without anyone noticing.

If Meng Yao could hear her heart, she would definitely dismiss it. If she wanted to, she could even take off people's clothes.

"Give you another chance, say! Are you my father?"

Compared with the obese body of the middle-aged man, Meng Yao looked very petite, but it was like an unclimbable mountain, which made the man unable to breathe.

The man looked at Meng Yao in front of him, as if he was looking at some kind of scourge, trembling, he said bravely, "Yes—"