Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 320 Missy Can Have Any Bad Ideas (36)

Di Chengting, who had just returned from the military camp, knew that Di's house was holding a banquet, watching the main house where people were coming and going.

In those cold and bloodthirsty long and narrow eyes, there was an expression of disgust and disgust.

The old butler looked respectful, leaned against the car window and said softly to him, "Master Ninth, after the old lady told you to come back, go to the lounge of the banquet hall."

Di Chengting glanced at the old housekeeper expressionlessly, and didn't speak, but told the driver to drive the car directly to his residence, Chengyuan.

The old housekeeper looked at the car away, shook his head, and sighed secretly.

The relationship between the Ninth Young Master and the old lady is really getting worse day by day. They are obviously the biological mother and child, but because of that incident, the gap is getting bigger and bigger.

As if like an enemy.

Di Chengting returned to Chengyuan, drove away all the servants, and took out a jar of high-quality sorghum wine from the wine cellar.

Sitting under a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in Chengyuan, he directly opened the dusty mud on the jar and drank heavily, with a lonely expression and a lonely back.

In the lounge of the banquet hall.

Bei'er's petite body stood in the huge rest day.

With a respectful expression on her exquisite face, she couldn't help chuckling in her heart when she heard the old lady's almost bravado words.

Is this old lady trying to show herself off?
However, Bei'er's expression did not change, and his tone was full of respect for the elders, and he nodded slightly, "Hello, I don't know what you want from me?"

The old lady of the Di family took the tea from the woman in the blue cheongsam, took a sip, and put it on the table, "We met in the garden last time, do you remember?"

There was no change in the expression in Beier's black obsidian eyes, and the respectful look was still there. Hearing her words, Bei'er's delicate porcelain doll face was surprised, but then disappeared, "Return to the old man People's words, I remember."

"Just remember, then what is your relationship with my Cheng Ting?" The old lady raised her eyebrows slightly.

This little girl is really not simple. Usually when the ladies of the family see her, they are either nervous and speechless, or they just want to curry favor with her. For the first time, a little girl stood in front of her neither humble nor overbearing. There is no fear of my own words.

This has to make her take a high look,

The last time her Xiaojiu walked out of Di's house with this girl in her arms, a sharp light flashed in her shrewd eyes.

Although she has always hoped that Xiao Jiu, who has always been indifferent to women, will find the girl she likes as soon as possible, get married as soon as possible, and give her a big fat grandson as soon as possible.

But this girl is too young, and she is just the daughter of a nouveau riche, weak and sickly, such a girl is not worthy of his Xiaojiu.

"As far as the old lady is concerned, Marshal Di and I are just business partners." Bei'er replied very officially.

The woman named Zhihua in a pink dress couldn't help but said, "Is it really just a partner? As far as I know, you and my brother-in-law have always been in close contact, and often go to places like coffee shops together."

Bei'er smiled, "We're just going to discuss business."

"Hmph, little girl, don't think that we didn't see your small thoughts, didn't you just want to get the favor of my uncle and marry into our Di family, let me tell you that our Di family is nothing, cats and dogs can come in if they want place." The contempt and contempt in the woman's tone intensified.

Bei'er's thin and thin hands hidden in the sleeves are tightly clenched together at this moment, and the neatly manicured nails are inserted into the flesh of the palm.

She was reminding herself in this way, don't get angry, don't get angry, don't think about turning all these people into puppets.

"I think you have misunderstood. Although Marshal Di is indeed very handsome and rich, and I admire him very much, we are indeed just an ordinary cooperative relationship now, but..."

Her words paused for a moment, her star-bright eyes glanced around, then she blinked, and continued: "Maybe one day in the future, we will really become each other's bonds."

After hearing her last words, the old lady of the Di family slammed the teacup to the ground.

With a strong tone of contempt mixed with anger, he said: "Old lady, I tell you, don't think too far. With your dilapidated body, you are not qualified to marry into our Di family."

When Bei Er heard her words, the anger deep in her heart was aroused, and her delicate face was full of sarcasm, "I respect you as an elder, and you have always spoken politely, respectfully and politely, but your hospitality But it makes me disagree, although our Zhang mansion is just a small nouveau riche."

"But my father also taught me from a young age that when guests come, they must be treated like a landlord."

"And since you invited me in, you have always faced me with a superior attitude, and even questioned my relationship with Marshal Di in a contemptuous manner."

"But I'm telling the truth, but you think I'm a gold digger who wants to marry into a wealthy family. I really think you are very imaginative and suitable for writing a novel. I'm sure many people will like it."

When the old lady of the Di family heard her words, her chest rose and fell with anger, and the three women beside her hurriedly cheered her up and fed her tea.

The woman in the pink dress, Zean walked up to her with a look of contempt, and stretched out her hand to palm her face.

Bei Er looked at the hand that was about to fall on her face, and just as she was about to dodge it, she found a hand with sharp knuckles, holding the wrist that was slapped, preventing her from slapping herself.

"Er'er, are you alright?" He Yunqing, who was wearing a white suit, also walked over and asked with concern.

Bei Er shook his head at him, looking at the tall and straight man in front of him.

A breeze came in from the door, and she seemed to smell the fresh fruity aroma of his body, as well as the extremely strong smell of alcohol.

He drank?

Why is he here?

How did he know he was here?
The answers to these questions were instantly answered, and He Yunqing whispered in her ear, "I just saw that you have been in this lounge for so long, and I was very worried, so I came to have a look. Let me in, I thought of this stinky Di Chengting, so I went to ask him to come over."

When Bei Er heard his words, she glanced at him gratefully.

"I don't know what Sister-in-law Si is doing?" Di Chengting's deep voice was as cold as water dripping into ice at the moment.

Seeing Di Chengting, Ruhua's originally arrogant expression became flattering, "When did my brother-in-law come back? I'm teaching a rude little girl. You see, she has made my mother mad."

Bei'er didn't speak, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, those eyes as bright as stars, at this moment looked dimly at Di Chengting's deep and deep eyes.

"I remember the family motto of our Di family. The descendants of the Di family should not rely on their status to be arrogant and domineering and bully the weak."

"Since when did the fourth sister-in-law forget all the family training?"

(End of this chapter)