(Thanks: "Percival" for picking up the starting coins, "Reery" for the 100 starting coins.) ）

This morning, when the family was eating, Yue Mochou brought up the matter of the restaurant, which originally meant to let She Yi think of a way. Unexpectedly, Yue Shan'er and Dong Bicheng quarreled inexplicably.

Yue Mochou asked the two about the reason for the quarrel, but neither of them said...... After squirming for a long time, I went out of the main hall and went back to the wing......

She Yi frowned, didn't say anything, and took Ruoruo to the backyard to "supervise".

……

At the dinner table, there was only one Yue Mochou left. Two maids, Xiaocui and Xiaolan.

Yue Mochou looked at the dining table in a daze, and she was a little upset at this time...... Tex is in a recession, rumors are flying everywhere, and my sister and brother-in-law are having trouble again......

"Madame, are you not feeling well?"

Xiao Cui and Xiao Lan were cleaning up the dinner table, and when they saw Yue Mochou who was distracted, Xiao Cui hesitated and asked.

"It's okay......"

Yue Mochou came back to his senses, shook his head slightly, and sighed softly.

"Ma'am, do you have something on your mind......

Xiao Lan, who was beside Xiao Cui, asked.

"What if you have it, and what if you don't...... It's all to blame Madame, I don't have the ability......"

Yue Mochou said something self-deprecatingly, stood up, walked out of the door of the main hall, and walked towards the wing room where she lived.

Xiaocui and Xiaolan glanced at each other.

"Xiaocui, actually...... I think if the young master becomes the master...... Those rumors are self-defeating......"

Xiaolan said in a low voice, about the rumors spread on the street, the two of them have also heard about it, and the basic content is nothing more than that Jia Yi is immoral and has an affair with Yue Shan'er......

"The rumors will be broken sooner or later, maybe there will be one more grandmother in the house after a while."

Xiao Cui said meaningfully.

……

Inside the West Wing.

Yue Shan'er sat on the bed, and Dong Bicheng stood in front of the window with his back to her.

"Shan'er, we are husband and wife, why can't we ......"

Dong Bicheng turned around slowly and looked at Yue Shan'er in confusion.

Yue Shan'er snorted coldly and glanced at Dong Bicheng coldly.

"Dong Bicheng, what is in this belly is the flesh and blood of your Dong family, you are not afraid to be careless and let your Dong family break off ......"

Dong Bicheng suddenly became nervous...... In fact, the reason for his quarrel is hilarious. In other words, since Yue Shan'er learned that she was pregnant, she refused to allow Dong Bicheng to touch her body. Unexpectedly, this morning, Dong Bicheng had to touch ...... on a whim Yue Shan'er didn't let her touch ...... So, there was a quarrel later.

"Shan'er, it's not ...... It's not that serious......"

Dong Bicheng stammered.

"Dong Bicheng, think clearly, do you want to touch me, or do you want a child?"

Yue Shan'er accentuated the tone of her speech......

"This ......"

Dong Bicheng was anxious and uncertain...... After a difficult and long decision, he said slowly.

"Good...... All right...... Before the child is born, you don't touch you after being a husband......"

Dong Bicheng had a bitter face, turned around, and felt a little lost... Anyway, I haven't touched Yue Shan'er for a while...... Ten months pregnant, it seems that according to the current rhythm, you have to hold it for a year...... The tadpoles have turned into frogs......

Both of them stopped talking and were silent for a long time.

Half-ringing......

Yue Shan'er stood up, walked behind Dong Bicheng, stretched out her hands gently, wrapped them around Dong Bicheng's waist, and gently put her head on Dong Bicheng's shoulder.

"It will be done, don't blame the slave family, the slave family is also for our children...... Think about it, we have been married for a few years, and finally have your flesh and blood, if there are three long and two short, what face will you and I have to see the ancestors of the Dong family again. ”

Yue Shan'er hugged Dong Bicheng's waist tightly, and the whole person was softly attached to Dong Bicheng's back.

Dong Bicheng's fist contracted, and then let go...... At the moment, my heart is very complicated, and I don't know what to say.

Yue Shan'er saw that Dong Bicheng didn't speak, and frowned.

"It will be done, should you really listen to the rumors and suspect the slave family and Xiaoyi ......"

Yue Shan'er's face froze, in the past few days, there have been rumors on the street, saying that Dong Bicheng has no fertility, and the flesh and bone in her womb are her and her younger brother Jia Yi's......

"I didn't ...... Nothing that is not there! How could a husband believe such absurd rumors......"

Dong Bicheng was taken aback, and hurriedly turned around and hugged Yue Shan'er.

Yue Shan'er broke Dong Bicheng's hand.

"You better not believe it! Sister and Ruoruo's lives were saved by Xiao Yi. How could you and I not have been saved by Xiao Yi, think about it carefully, if it weren't for Xiao Yi, what would you be now! ”

Yue Shan'er removed Dong Bicheng's hand and walked towards the door angrily.

"Shan'er, I really don't think like that...... for my husband"

Dong Bicheng was a little panicked...... In a hurry, he groaned and knelt on the ground.

Yue Shan'er stopped, turned around, looked at Dong Bicheng who was kneeling on the ground with hatred, and sighed lightly.

"Alright...... Get up...... Accompany the slave family to find my sister and Xiaoyi, and discuss how we deal with Wang Dashun's suppression, if it goes on like this, it is not a ......"

Dong Bicheng's head was like a chicken pecking rice, and after nodding his head a few times, he quickly stood up.

……

After a while, Yue Shan'er and Dong Bicheng knocked on the door and entered Yue Mochou's room.

……

About an hour or so, Sister Yue Mochou and Dong Bicheng walked out of the room, and they reached an agreement, that is, to resell breakfast soy milk fritters......

The faces of the three of them were glowing with the light of justice, as if Heraclitus had stopped crying, Tang Sanzang had obtained the true scriptures, and Pythagoras had confirmed his conjecture...... Their move is hopeful.

Dong Bicheng drove the carriage, pulled the Yue Mochou sisters, and walked out of the gate in a mighty way, heading towards Dekeshi, No. 38 Xintan Street......

……

In front of the crescent moon gate in the front and back yards, there stood She Yi and Ruoruo.

The two of them calmly watched Yue Mochou and them go out of the gate.

"Uncle, when are you going to make a move, if you don't make a move, our Tex will have to change its signature to KFC...... You don't see that A-Niang and Auntie are so happy now, and when they come back, they will definitely become frosted eggplants again. ”

Ruoruo shook her head regretfully.

"Hmm...... The time is not yet ripe, do not panic. ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of She Yi's mouth, the planned three-step strategy had just begun, and he thought it would be longer, but unexpectedly, he met An Yixue by chance...... The process is about to be accelerated.

In a hurry, I have to contact Wang Dayi, Wang Dashun's good brother...... The drama of the grievances of the wealthy family, how can there be less of the wonderful storyline of the brothers turning against each other......

It is said that Wang Dashun's method of sowing discord is still a little more tender. Even if Dong Bicheng is angered, what can he do......

The Wang family has three major industries in Luoyang City, gambling houses, loan sharks, restaurants, and green buildings...... It's all white money, and it won't be long before who owns it?

She Yi's eyes narrowed into two slits, like a cunning old fox.

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Luoyang City southeast Yishui Garden high-end residential area, palace, back garden, a pavilion inside.

Wang Dashun sat quietly on a wooden chair, a pot of tea on the stone table next to him, and a handsome maid stood behind him, one was gently kneading Wang Dashun's left shoulder, and the other was kneading his right shoulder.

Wang Dashun picked up a cup of tea, took a small sip, and put down the teacup.

At this moment, a servant man hurried along the corridor and walked in front of Wang Dashun in less than a few steps.

"The eldest young master......"

The servant man made a bow.

"Well, what's going on......"

Wang Dashun waved his hand, and the two maids behind him stopped kneading and retreated to three steps.

The servant man glanced at the two maids behind Wang Dashun, and stopped talking.

"They're my personal handmaidens, and it's okay.

Wang Dashun said lightly.

The servant man nodded.

"Young master, that Dong Bicheng and his wife are still not giving up, they went again today, set up a stall at the door of the hotel, and listened to Yan'er say that they are going to sell soy milk fritters."

"Soy milk fritters?"

Wang Dashun's brows furrowed, a little curious about what this soy milk fritters are and how to sell them?

"It's called soy milk fritters. Yue Shan'er said so, as if his younger brother had learned something from somewhere. ”

The man replied in the affirmative.

"It's him again...... It doesn't matter what you sell, the important thing is that you don't let anyone come to them to buy food...... I'll see how long they last! ”

The corners of Wang Dashun's mouth flashed with a smug sneer.

"Young Master, there are still ...... The senior monk of the White Horse Temple promised, and if you want something, you can send someone to get it. ”

The servant man also smiled slightly, and continued.

"What! Master Xuankong promised......"

Wang Dashun stood up with a bone, his eyes wide open, and he stared at the servant man excitedly and in surprise.

"Yes, after the villain asked people to donate 1,000 taels of sesame oil, the monk finally agreed......"

The servant man was still neither humble nor arrogant, and said calmly.

"As long as you can buy the life of that little beast, 10,000 taels are worth it!"

Wang Dashun's eyes shot two cold lights, and he would never forget that unforgettable night. That night was like a wound that would never scab over.

The cold moonlight, the biting river water, the limbs that were almost numb from the cold. Just as the black butler held him, and his hand grasped the shore, the foot stepped on his fingers, and the heart-piercing pain made him almost faint.

From his birth to the present thirty years, he has been high up and let others look up to him, but now, he has been trampled under his feet. His noble hand, his hand touching the soft body of a beautiful woman, was trampled on by a dirty shoe, and it was heavily trodden.

He clearly remembered the appearance of the little beast, the white and gloomy face, and the strong evil aura emanating from his body. He clearly remembered that the little beast's spit on his face was an endless humiliation.

All of this will be paid back by the little brute!

What can you do with martial arts? What can you do with the support of the Rong Palace...... Even the emperor Lao Tzu, in front of the heaven and earth tribulation thunder, is a pile of flying ashes.

As long as that little beast dies, Sister Yue Shan'er is just something in his pocket. As for Dong Bicheng, it's just a waste. Perhaps, the evil seed in Yue Shan'er's belly is really that little beast.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether it is or not, the important thing is that he will let Yue Shan'er give birth to that evil seed, men are slaves, women are prostitutes, and they will never be able to turn over!

(ps: This one belongs more to yesterday, not a few days, it was passed late, I'm really sorry.) There will be two shifts today, please vote for Ye Song. I wish all book lovers good flowers, good luck, and rolling bills...... Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!! ）