Text Chapter 1: Leave a breath for my wedding
"You'll tell me again?"
An angry voice rang out from the Yan family's villa, but the object of the sound was a video call projection.
Yan Zhengqing had just left City A to inspect the African factory, and his youngest daughter ran back to China at this interval, and she had to marry a poor boy from an unknown source!
"I said I was going to marry him, and ......"
Yan Qingruo picked up a thin piece of paper in Zhang Rou's palm, and after seeing the number of five million on it, she snorted from her nostrils, raised her hand and raised her hand in front of her father, whose face was blackened with anger, on the screen, and then said: "Li Shaolin and I are truly in love, you want to use the five million to get him out of my side!" ”
Then, she folded the check three times, tucked it lightly, and stuffed the check through the edge of her underwear under the gaze of all the elders!
"You!" Yan Zhengqing was almost angry, pointing at the unfilial girl in front of him, his hands trembling so much that he couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Dad, don't be angry." Yan Qingruo said something don't be angry, but then she said something that made people angry: "If you keep your breath to attend my wedding, I'll hang up first." ”
Then there was a ding, and the communication was knocked out.
The room full of people were staring at this youngest daughter of the Yan family, who had just returned from abroad and was the most unfilial in the Yan family. In addition to ridicule in his eyes, he watched a good show.
The air was extremely anxious, Zhang Rou had a gloomy face, I don't know if it was because Yan Qingruo suddenly returned to China to get married, or if Yan Qingruo naturally took it away, she just wanted to use it in front of Yan Zhengqing as a 5 million check for the prop of "Although she is a stepmother, she is also thinking about Yan Qingruo".
"Don't be in a hurry to get angry, if our family is not a child again, can the people brought back be bad?" While speaking, at this time, a woman who was rich but not as beautiful as Zhang Rou stood up, this was the second aunt of the Yan family, and when she said that, the second aunt's eyes turned to Yan Qingruo and Li Shaolin like a fox, and asked: "Shaolin, what do you do at home?" ”
"Four generations of my family have been in business, but they have always been in Switzerland." Li Shaolin's response was watertight and smiling: "Our family has been selling marijuana on the streets of New York, and you know that the ban has always been strict in China. ”
"Ahh Selling marijuana? This time, even the most eloquent second aunt was stunned, and she immediately thought of the little gangsters who were fighting on the streets of New York and being expelled everywhere by the law enforcement police!
"That's right. We have to get married quickly and get the dowry so that we can see Li Shaolin's grandfather who broke his leg because he participated in the mafia. However, although the RMB is not valuable, 5 million is enough for a while. ”
Yan Qingruo smiled as a matter of course, smiled Yingying to hold Shaolin's shoulder, smiled sweetly and expectantly.
But Yan Qingruo's smile hadn't fully bloomed yet, and she suddenly felt a chill behind her!
Immediately afterwards, I saw that the elders who had just been sitting down casually and sarcastically all stood up from the sofa and looked at the door in unison.
How?
Gangsters break into the door with bombs or Avatar lands on Earth?
Yan Qingruo subconsciously turned her head, but in just a moment, she immediately twisted her head back like a ghost, and her hands holding Li Shaolin tightened uncontrollably, and there was fine sweat in her palms.
Li Shaolin turned around suspiciously, and happened to see a pair of cold deep eyes. The pitch black was thick, like ink, and it was sweeping Yan Qingruo's straight back.
Although the gaze is not deliberate, it makes people feel invisible oppression.