Hi, My Adorable Sweet Wife

Chapter 1933 Zhanyang's Fury

"As long as Chiton is given to Jiaer, Li Junyu will still be your good son-in-law. That illegitimate daughter can open up for Li's family, and Li's family will naturally stand on your side in the future. In this way, wait for you In the future, I will have the opportunity to return to Country S and fight against Kai's old thing ... "

Duan Xiuhui said smoothly, confiscated for a moment, and Dangerous called out disrespectful title in front of Zhan Yang.

By the time she realized it, it was too late to take it back.

The man who looked a little absent-minded at first, even a man with a faint expression, instantly lost his expression on that handsome mature face.

Zhan Yang slowly turned his head and looked at Duan Xiuhui fiercely with an extremely sullen look: "You just called him what?"

"I, I ... I'm sorry Zhan Yang, I'm not ..."

"Snapped--"

Before Duan Xiuhui finished speaking, Zhan Yang was slap-slapped.

"Old thing ... just because you deserve it? No one can call him like that!"

Even if he hates him and his father, even if he is angry, he will call Zhan Kai an `` old thing '', but other people are not allowed.

No one is allowed!

Duan Xiuhui was frightened by the angry Zhan Yang, and at the same time she was crooked by this slap.

Her forehead slammed against the frame of the car window, smashing with unstoppable blood.

The half face thrown away by the man's big palm was even more swollen, showing a distinct five-fingerprint.

All this, under the premise of Zhan Yang's convergence of strength.

If it wasn't for Zhan Yang's ability to relax and relax, Duan Xiuhui would have been shot out of the carriage.

"..." Duan Xiuhui covered her face, and even if she was frightened by the brutality of Zhan Yang, she could only cry silently and refrain from refuting.

Regardless of how proud and dignified Duan Xiuhui is usually, at this moment when she knew that she had touched Zhanyang Niscal, she did not dare to say a word.

She just covered her face and shed tears silently, and wanted to ask Zhan Yang for mercy, but she didn't dare to speak because she knew Zhan Yang's temper.

It wasn't until a long time later that when the luxury car they were riding in had entered the Royal Racecourse, the man who was sitting beside her was actually like ice: "You don't have to get out of the car today, rest in the car. I will tell others You are not feeling well. "

This Zhan Yang need not say, Duan Xiuhui will do the same.

Her face was completely swollen and there were untreated wounds on her forehead.

Just getting off the bus in this way will not only attract the sympathy of others, but will damage the image of her hard-working wife, and become a laughing stock.

"In addition ..." Before Zhan Yang's long fingers touched the doorknob, he paused suddenly. "Although I prefer Keeton, the words you just said may be more thoughtful than I think. Let Keeton take care About Jiaer ... I will consider it when I go back. "

Perhaps he gave Meng Meng too much.

Although Jiaer was timid, stupid, and useless, she was also the daughter of her own pain after all.

What's more, Xiu Hui has always been his wife. For this woman ... Zhan Yang knows that he should be respected whether he likes it or not.

Duan Xiuhui was heartbroken because of Zhan Yang's slap.

But hearing Zhan Yang's words, all the sadness and frustration suddenly disappeared.

Great, she knew ... In Zhan Yang's heart, the most important thing was her and a pair of children.

Ruan Mengmeng, that little bitch, wanted to **** someone from her, but she was a little tender.

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After Zhan Yang got off the bus, Zhan Mo, Zhan Jiaer, Ruan Mengmeng, and Keeton also drove one after another.

But when they did not see Duan Xiuhui, Zhan Jiaer couldn't help asking: "Dad ... Mom? Why didn't you see her?"

Zhan Jiaer knew that Duan Xiuhui would tell Qidun about Zhan Yang in the car, so now she was worried about Duan Xiuhui and wondered if her father would agree to give Qidun to her.

"Your mother is uncomfortable, rest in the car." Zhan Yang's face remained unchanged, without guilt.

He looked at his cold-faced son, "Zhan Mo, you take Jiaer in first. Let me say a few words to Mengmeng ..."

[10.26 updated, see you tomorrow night]

(End of this chapter)