Chapter Eighty-Seven: Dancing on the Dance Floor
Su Tianxiong's eyes widened, his face full of incredulity.
"Yes, Dad, are you going to live now, or are you not going to live?", Su Yuhe said with a smile.
"Hmph! I don't have a house, do you want me to sleep on the streets?
Su Tianxiong snorted coldly and looked around with his hands behind his back.
"Honghong! Three thousand he is really outstanding, we really didn't know the golden beetle in the past, this villa is much more luxurious than the one where Boss Chen lived before!"
Looking at this luxurious villa, Su Tianxiong sighed again and again.
Living in this kind of villa, he never dared to dream of it.
He didn't expect Tang Sanqian, the son-in-law, to have the ability to let him live in this kind of house.
Therefore, his opinion of Tang Sanqian has changed greatly.
Tang Sanqian didn't go to jail for him, and he didn't want to care about it.
Su Tianxiong, are you stupid to be in prison for more than ten days? I have inquired clearly, this villa was given to him by the Xie family!"
Su Tianxiong frowned: "How do you say this?"
Liang Hong said hatefully: "Isn't it because that bastard cured Old Man Xie with the medicine developed by our Su family in the past? Su Tianxiong, this villa is worth 600 million! Before the Guangming Mountain villa area came out, this was the most expensive villa in Tianhai!"
"Six... 600 million?!"
Su Tianxiong was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
But then, he was extremely angry: "Wow! That bastard cured Old Man Xie with my Su family's medicine, and he actually swallowed the benefits of the Xie family alone!"
"No, we must let him spit out all the benefits he has gotten!"
"Okay! Tianxiong, that's what I'm waiting for!"
With Su Tianxiong's support, Liang Hong suddenly became confident.
Before, she was alone and a woman, and she was afraid that she would not be able to fight Tang Sanqian.
But now it's different, Su Tianxiong is out of prison, and someone is helping her!
After speaking, the two came to the large living room.
Su Yuhe and Guoguo were watching TV, and Tang Sanqian was holding a medical book and reading it with relish.
"Don't look at it!"
Liang Hong snatched the book from Tang Sanqian's hand.
Glancing at the title of the book, she sneered: "Tang Sanqian, you pretend to be quite similar! Don't say that you also know what medical skills you have, this book "Treatise on Typhoid Fever", are you sure you can understand it?"
Tang Sanqian frowned, and said lightly: "Isn't it just a book? What is there that I can't understand? What I'm reading now is something deeper." ”
"Deeper?"
Liang Hong scoffed.
Throwing the book into the trash, Liang Hong asked, "Tang Sanqian, let me ask you, is this villa given to you by the Xie family?"
"That's right, it was sent by the Xie family. Tang Sanqian replied.
"It's good if you admit it, then I'll ask you again, is it because you cured Old Man Xie that the Xie family gave you the villa in order to thank you?"
"Yes, it's true that I cured Old Man Xie, but there are other ......"
Before Tang Sanqian finished speaking, Liang Hong interrupted him: "No, but, you admit that it was because you cured Old Man Xie that the Xie family gave you the villa!"
"In that case, there are some things that we have to settle with you!"
Tang Sanqian: "Mom, Dad, you say." ”
Liang Hong looked at Tang Sanqian with a calm face: "You got this villa because of my Su family's medicine, so the villa should be in the name of me, your father and Yuhe." ”
"As for you?"
Liang Hong glanced at Tang Sanqian: "You have been eating and drinking for nothing in my Su family for five years, and it is not your credit to save the old man Xie, this villa does not need your name to appear." ”
Hearing these words, the orange that Su Yuhe was peeling fell to the ground with bones.