The voice is harsh and the appearance is hideous.

It seems that Mu Guohua was beaten, and it is not worth mentioning at all.

It's not as important as Long Xiaoyu to play a few more cards and win some money.

Mu Guohua's face was gray, his expression was depressed and depressed, he never thought that his wife would say such a thing in the first sentence when she arrived home?

What's the difference between this and a direct stab in his heart?

Mu Qing'er's pretty face was extremely gloomy, staring at Long Xiaoyu angrily, at this moment, she had a disgust for her mother for the first time.

The relationship between the two for decades is not as good as a few cards, tens of thousands of dollars?

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, and subconsciously shook his right hand behind him, for three years, he had always thought that Long Xiaoyu was just insulting him.

But I didn't expect that even my husband would be treated like this.

After he and Mu Qing'er agreed to get married, although Mu Qing'er never looked at him squarely, he was not as bitter and mean as Long Xiaoyu.

"Hey...... Tonight, there is no one with luck, and he has won so much money. ”

Long Xiaoyu didn't care about the faces of the three of them, sat on the sofa by herself, holding a wad of money and smiling happily, thinking of the fact that she had fired a few shots just now, her face glared at Mu Guohua with disgust: "Dead useless things, if it weren't for you, the old lady would have won more tonight, it's all your fault, the old lady married into your family, even if she was angry, she couldn't win a good game of cards." ”

"Mom, you're enough!"

Mu Qing'er finally couldn't help it and burst out: "Dad was beaten, you didn't have a word of concern, you won money by playing cards one by one, in your heart, Dad's safety can't even compare to tens of thousands of yuan?" What else do you have in your eyes besides money? ”

The sudden outburst made Long Xiaoyu stunned.

Then she suddenly changed her face and said with a crying voice: "Mu Qing'er, you yelled at me? You were pregnant and born in October, and you pulled a handful of and urine to grow up, just for such a trivial matter tonight, you want to yell at me? ”

"It's a trifle? Dad was beaten, you were too much, you were too much! ”

Mu Qing'er snatched the money in Long Xiaoyu's hand and threw it into the trash in disgust: "What else will you do besides gambling?" Did Dad be beaten to death, and you still think about what cards you can win at the poker table? ”

"Oh my God...... Why is my life so miserable? ”

Long Xiaoyu splashed up, slid from the sofa to the ground, patted the floor and cried: "I have been married to the Mu family for so many years, because of your dad, how angry have you suffered?" Now because of playing cards, I will be scolded by my daughter pointing at my nose. ”

"Your dad has been beaten a few times, and he didn't die, why are you doing this to me?"

Jiang Chen looked at Long Xiaoyu coldly, and suddenly felt very funny.

How distorted do the mother-in-law's three views have to be in order to have such an odious face?

If my husband wasn't killed, it's not a big deal?

It's ridiculous!

Mu Qing'er was also stunned, looking at Long Xiaoyu in disbelief, obviously not expecting Long Xiaoyu to say such a thing.

"Dead useless thing, are you okay?" Long Xiaoyu kicked Mu Guohua's foot.

Mu Guohua looked lonely, his heart was like a knife, but he still gritted his teeth and shook his head.

Long Xiaoyu's voice suddenly raised a little: "Mu Qing'er, you see, your father is fine at all, since it's okay, why are you yelling at me like this?" ”

Syllable!

Mu Qing'er grabbed the cup on the coffee table and threw it on the ground, the cup was torn apart and splashed everywhere.

"Long Xiaoyu, you're too much, you're really too much!" The voice was crying, almost growling.

The abrupt scene frightened Long Xiaoyu for a moment.

This girl, when did she have this temper?

I've never been so angry before.

"Let's go into the house, I'll take care of my parents' affairs." Jiang Chen sighed helplessly and carried Mu Qing'er into the room.

Mu Guohua was splashed by Long Xiaoyu, and he had already taken the lead in bowing his head, and no matter how angry Mu Qing'er was, he was still white-haired.

He didn't want his wife to be so angry and hurt himself.

After entering the house, Mu Qing'er couldn't hold back any longer, her eyes were red, and tears came out of her eyes: "Jiang Chen, why is my mother so cold-blooded?" How did she do it so that even my dad could ignore it? ”

Jiang Chen was silent, and gently patted Mu Qing'er's back, which was considered comforting.

He didn't know how to enlighten Mu Qing'er about this, she was too young after all, and she hadn't experienced many things. In the first year of junior high school, it was difficult to accept.

If the mother-in-law was not cold-blooded, why would she still think of Zhang Heng's goodness after knowing that Zhang Heng had calculated Mu Qing'er for 10 million?

It's just that this time it's aimed at the old man, and the bare face is more vivid.

……

The news that Mu Sanbo's family was smashed soon spread throughout the Mu family.

Everyone couldn't believe it and was taken aback.

Everyone knows that Mu Sanbo is arrogant and domineering, but he is not stupid, and he will not make friends with some fierce people for no reason. Coupled with the existence of the name of the Mu family, ordinary people really dare not do anything to them.

But last night's incident, it was clear that the other party came to them, and it was obvious that they had a deep hatred.

Uncle Mu went to visit in person early in the morning, and when he saw Mu Sanbo and Mu Qinglin, whose faces were swollen into pig's heads, Rao couldn't help but gasp with his concentration.

But last night's people came quickly, and after entering the house, they were beaten with their heads and faces, and they turned around and left after smashing, not to mention the investigation, even Mu Sanbo and Mu Qinglin were stunned, and they couldn't remember the appearance of the person who came.

Because of last night's events, the atmosphere at home was a little solemn early in the morning.

After eating, Jiang Chen sent the depressed Mu Qing'er to work in the company, and then rode the small electric donkey parked downstairs in Mu Qing'er's company towards the Berkeley exhibition hall.

and Han Sanqian are just one-sided friends, the other party is a master of Chinese painting sought after by everyone, but in his eyes, he is just a little old man.

Yesterday's incident was just that he wanted to play with Han Sanqian on a whim, and he splashed ink.

But since you can get Han Sanqian's promise by participating in a Han Sanqian art exhibition, think about it carefully, why not?

In front of the huge art-filled building, the parking lot is already full of cars.

The master of Chinese painting personally went to Jiangbei to open an art exhibition, which may be nothing to ordinary people.

But for related industries and lovers of Chinese painting, it is a grand event.

Among the wealthy and powerful in Jiangbei, there is naturally no shortage of enthusiasts in this area.

With the beginning of the exhibition, Han Sanqian, surrounded by a group of people, walked into the Berkeley exhibition hall with much attention.

In the face of the masters of Chinese painting, even the wealthy and powerful people are full of smiles and praise without hesitation.

"It is an honor for Han Lao to come to our Jiangbei to hold an art exhibition."

"Yes, yes, I am really fortunate to be able to see Han Lao's demeanor in my third life, if I can buy a painting of Han Lao today and hang it in the high hall, it will definitely make my family shine."

"By the way, Mr. Han, you don't have to come to today's art exhibition in person, why do you have to be there in person? Originally, I also prepared a small banquet, and I wanted to invite Han Lao. ”

……

In the face of everyone's praise and sycophancy, Han Sanqian just chuckled, such a scene, he would encounter it wherever he went, and he was already numb.

Instead, he turned his gaze to one person and said with a light smile: "The old man came today to make an appointment with a little friend to visit the art exhibition." ”

Han Chen on the side couldn't help but roll his eyes, grandpa really regarded that rude bastard as higher than the wealthy and powerful people present.

Hearing this, everyone was surprised, who is the person who can be called a little friend by Han Sanqian, a master of Chinese painting?

"Hello sir, I can't let you in."

Jiang Chen rode a small electric donkey and just arrived outside the gate of the Berkeley exhibition hall, but was stopped by the security guard, he smiled and said, "Didn't you buy a ticket to enter before?" ”

"Today is the solo exhibition of Chinese painting master Han Sanqian, so we have strict security regulations." The security guard stared at Jiang Chen's car with disdain, and rode a small electric donkey to visit the art exhibition, and did not look at his own catties.

Just then, a beastly sports car roared.

A McLaren drove up to the gate like lightning, and the security guard glanced up and waved it away.

Jiang Chen rubbed his nose and laughed at himself: "Your strict rules, shouldn't I be allowed to enter because I ride a small electric donkey, others can enter if they drive a luxury car, right?" ”

"That's pretty much it." The security guard was too lazy to talk nonsense, and even began to mock without concealing his expression: "After all, I really haven't seen a little electric donkey to visit an art exhibition, who knows if a person like you is trying to do something wrong?" ”

As soon as the words fell, McLaren, who opened the door, stopped.

"It turned out to be Jiang Chen, are you also interested in visiting the art exhibition?" A shrill laugh rang out.

It's none other than Yun Ye.

And on the McLaren co-pilot, Sun Xiaoyue was full of disgust, waved his hand, and covered his nose: "How can you meet this broom star anywhere?" Big baby, I suddenly feel like the air is stinking. ”

"Baby, don't be like this, it's rare that Jiang Chen is self-motivated, and I guess I want to be elegant."

Yun Ye laughed wildly, staring at Jiang Chen with disdain: "But Jiang Chen, you are too shabby, you came to visit the art exhibition on a small electric donkey." ”

"Yun Shao, do you know this?" The security guard naturally knew Yun Ye.

"Acquaintance, let him in, he wants to be elegant, but he can't satisfy him."

Yun Ye thought that if he didn't open his mouth, Jiang Chen would definitely not be able to enter Berkeley today, but instead opened a sentence to let Jiang Chen in, and laughed a few words to make himself feel comfortable and comfortable, and he should be kind to Jiang Chen.