I couldn't help but feel a little disgusted with this Shen Yingxiang in my heart, he hated women the most, they liked to be competitive in everything, and they would do whatever it took to do anything.

Such a woman is not suitable to keep at home.

When Zhan Beichen heard Shen Yingxiang's humiliation of his daughter-in-law, he did evil in his heart, held Shen Chuhua's hand, and tightened it.

Shen Chuhua shook his head at him and signaled him not to be angry.

The fifth lady of the Zhan family invited the White Russian musician outside the door to come in and play the swan dance.

Shen Yingxiang was extraordinarily confident, standing on tiptoe and spreading his arms.

Accompanied by undulating music, her dancing posture is elegant, and her almost erected soles make people feel hard when they look at it.

But Shen Yingxiang seemed to be jumping very easily.

Dancing like a swan.

But all this was dizzy in Zhan Muchen's eyes, as if a red moth was flying in front of him.

The swan dance he watched abroad has a stage, a background, and a combination of pure white and holy swan dance costumes, which is very elegant.

The Belarusian musician played the dance music to a high A tide, and Shen Yingxiang turned in a circle on the spot and made a difficult move.

Miss Zhanjia, who likes freshness, thought it was fun, so she applauded warmly, "It's fun, it's fun!" ”

Shen Chuhua gave Mama Zhang, who was standing next to the fan switch at the door, a look.

Mom Zhang, raise your hand, snap-

Turn on the button for the fan.

Shen Yingxiang, who was dancing, couldn't feel that the fan above his head was turned on.

Hula~

The wig on her head was suddenly lifted by the wind of the fan and flew to the ground.

A black mass surging slightly, furry, and terrifying.

"Ah......" Several female relatives of the Zhan family were frightened enough, and they got up from their chairs and stepped back behind the men.

Even the musicians of the White Russians turned pale with fright and stopped playing.

Shen Yingxiang stopped dancing, looked at the wig on the ground in shock, and then fell to the ground in a panic and quickly put the wig back on.

looked at Zhan Muchen embarrassedly and shook his head repeatedly.

Qi Mei's eyes widened even more, this ...... What's going on? What is Shen Yingxiang doing?

Song Lian glared at Zhang's mother, it was the fan that this subordinate turned on.

Her fat body stood up, "You damn subordinate, what kind of fan are you playing?" ”

As soon as Song Lian was excited, she lost her temper in front of Zhan Muchen.

Zhang's mother glanced at Song Lian.

"It's not all because you ......" Zhang's mother is the person who was painted by Shen Chu, and the fourth young grandmother has already explained it, so she naturally knows how to scare Song Lian.

"Because of me? …… Doodle...... Dudu ......" As soon as Song Lian said three words, her serial farts were released in front of everyone.

She immediately held back, but this fart didn't give any face, and she didn't let it go until it was finished.

Shen Chuhua felt relieved of his hatred, and the white teeth bit his red lips, and his slender eyelashes covered the joy under his eyes.

She is studying medicine, and she knows the reaction of the human body's organs well, when Song Lian first entered the door, she kept hiccups, she was eating, and then, in a short time, she would fart, which was the natural reaction of the human body.

Shen Chuhua was calculated, so he asked Zhang's mother to press the fan at this time.

Zhang's mother turned the fan on bigger in disgust.

"The war house is not like your ordinary house, your smell is very unlucky, I have to ventilate."

……

Everyone is white, why does Zhang's mother turn on the fan.

The wind of the fan is getting stronger and stronger, Shen Yingxiang can't dance, so he can only cover the wig on his head and stare at Shen Chuhua angrily, it must be her, she deliberately made herself ugly.

Shen Chuhua was very calm, with his hands on his lap and his eyes drooping slightly.