Ye Lao hurriedly opened his lips: "That grandma, why did they kidnap Tiantian-"

"Yo, Auntie, you're at home. Jian Fang came to see you today. ”

Ye Lone's words were interrupted, and she instinctively looked for the sharp voice.

A woman wearing a bright purple dress, ear-length wool curly hair, elbows across a big red leather bag, and delicate makeup first touched Ye Lone's eyes.

"Why are you, what are you doing at the Han family!"

Old Mrs. Han immediately took out the courage to be in charge of the Han family by herself back then, and forced Mo Jianfang to ask.

Mo Jianfang was a little flustered when she was questioned by Mrs. Han. She hurriedly grabbed Han Zhiting behind her with one hand and said.

"Auntie, Jian Fang hasn't come to see you for a long time, and besides, Zhiting has been talking about you at home recently, so we just said today that we wanted to come to see you. Shiting, don't you say? ”

Han Zhiting was secretly pinched by Mo Jianfang, wrinkled his face in pain, and hurriedly shrugged his shoulders in agreement.

"That's right, auntie, you are my aunt, Zhiting misses you very much at home, and I can't sleep when I miss it."

Old Mrs. Han sneered, and in the next second, her expression was serious, and she asked loudly.

"Missing? Do you miss me, or is it our Han family's family business! ”

Mo Jianfang looked frightened by Mrs. Han and shrank straight behind her.

Han Zhiting, who was still talking about letting her forget it, was angry and didn't come anywhere.

"Han Zhiting, are you still not a man?"

Mo Jianfang's eyes widened, as if her eyeballs would jump out the next moment.

She slammed the leather bag hanging on her elbow, hitting half of Han Zhiting's face.

Han Zhiting was beaten and his anger exploded, and he thought that his face had been ruined by this woman.

Directly put down a cruel sentence without reason.

"Hey, Mo Jianfang, you crazy woman actually dare to beat me, let me tell you, Lao Tzu doesn't want to live with you for a long time, and I'll divorce when I go back."

After speaking, Han Zhiting snatched the leather bag in Mo Jianfang's hand.

pushed Mo Jianfang to the ground again, and rushed out of the door with a fierce momentum.

Mo Jianfang sat on the ground and pointed at Han Zhiting's back and roared.

"Han Zhiting, you dare to do this to me, I will make you regret it, did you hear it! Yes! ”

Then, Mo Jianfang stood up awkwardly, and the wool rolls that had been carefully cared for were scattered everywhere on his fierce face.

She shifted her target and threatened Mrs. Han.

"Mrs. Han, I won't go around in circles and get straight to the point, the purpose of my visit this time is to ask for one-third of the Han family's property."

"If you give it, everything is easy to discuss, if you don't give it, I can do anything!"

Mo Jianfang searched out a small aluminum can from her clothes pocket like crazy.

She had a hideous face, and her eyes were scarlet and she was laughing.

Instantly, she stopped her head from laughing uncontrollably.

He also said proudly: "Old lady Han, what I have in my hand is a high concentration of aqua regia, as long as it touches the skin, it will rot immediately, you have to promise if you promise, and you have to agree if you don't agree!" ”

Ye Lao was shocked.

Old Lady Han raised her eyebrows, full of momentum, and shouted angrily without being moved.

"You dare!"

Mo Jianfang unscrewed the lid while insidiously raising the corners of her lips in the bloody basin.

Mrs. Han also resolutely expressed her position.

"Even if my old lady is in the ground, she will never leave a penny of the Han family to you!"

Mo Jianfang was dizzy because of Han Zhiting's divorce, and now she is stimulated by this again.

Without thinking at all, he raised his arm holding the jar and threw it at Mrs. Han.

"Grandma, be careful!"