Looking at Chu Xi, who came over with tea, Wan Chi hurriedly stood up respectfully.

It's time to die.

How could you let the housewife bring tea and water to herself.

"No, you sit."

Looking at Wan Chi, who stretched out his hand to take the cup in his hand, Chu Xi smiled and shook his head.

His eyes fell directly on Wan Qiyan, who was like an uncle on the side, and the disgust in his eyes was even more undisguised.

Look at the people, and then look at him.

How can there be such a big difference between people!

Wan Chi, not to mention the heir of the Wan Qi family in the future, even now, the identity of the family is very noble.

Look at him again, a down-and-out young master of the Wan family, still waiting for others to bring tea and water like an old man.

If he is not like this, he is willing to put down his figure and work hard again, maybe Wanjia may still have a chance to turn over.

But now, it's difficult, 100 million! What he owes is 100 million, not 100, according to his current appearance, I am afraid that he will have to rely on his children and grandchildren to taste it in the future.

It's quite pitiful that it will be a doll that will become his child in the future.

Before he was born, he had to go into debt for such a large sum of money.

Chu Xi's disgusted eyes, how could Wan Qiyan not feel it.

The dark and deep cold eyes looked straight at her like a dog's leg to please Wan Chi.

It was the first time that Xu had been treated so differently, and it was the first time that Xu had been ignored like this, and Wan Qiyan was very unhappy.

That deep and unhappy gaze also fell on Wan Chi, who was warmly entertained by Chu Xi.

Wan Chi, who was already restless about Chu Xi's warm hospitality, couldn't help but tremble even more after receiving his master's deep and cold gaze.

"That's... Host... Young Master Wan, please be seated. ”

The body moved very consciously to the side, trying to get out of the sofa next to him.

Looking at Wan Chi who stood up and moved to the side, at a glance, Chu Xi could see what Wan Chi meant.

How could he let such a noble status sit with the undersized guy in front of him!

(Wan Chi: I didn't want to sit on the sidelines, and I didn't dare to sit together)

"Mr. Wan, sit down."

The smile on his face was full of flattery.

Then, his eyes turned to Wan Qiyan, who seemed to owe him hundreds of millions of dollars to others, and the more he looked at this face, the more he was beaten.

Obviously, he owes money, but now he has become an uncle.

She knows best what kind of psychology such a person is, and there is no shortage of such people in reality.

But she has always had the best way to deal with this kind of person.

If anyone owes her a son, and she still looks like an uncle, she will definitely let the other party lie down like an uncle for the rest of her life.

This mentality of owing money to become an uncle is really annoying!

"You, sit there."

His voice was filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

If it were because of him, the future backers of the little fans would be gone, and she would definitely beat his ancestors for eighteen generations and would not recognize him as an unscrupulous descendant.

Chu Xi's voice also made Wan Qiyan and Wan Chi's eyes fall on the position in her mouth.

It's just—

When he looked at the little pink stool, Wan Chi's heart was even more turbulent.

Although the person in front of him is the master mother, isn't it not good to let the master sit in that position!

However, to Wan Chi's surprise, his master didn't say anything except for a deep look at the housemother, followed the step, picked up the small pink stool and really sat down.

This series of natural flowing movements made Wan Chi stunned.

The lord and the lord actually sat down.

This shocked little expression was also forcibly suppressed after Wan Qiyan's gaze came.

The burden in my heart is obviously even stronger than just now.