Chapter 127 Do I Need to Bring Steel Wool?

Yu Xiaocheng was lying on the bed watching videos, when suddenly the door of the room opened and his mother walked towards him with a feather duster in her hand.

"No, no."

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"No, no, no! Don't be impulsive! If you have something to say, please talk to her." Yu Xiaocheng's ankle injury restricted his escape, so he could only curl up at the head of the bed with a quilt, looking at his mother in horror, and asked carefully: "What heinous crime have I committed?"

Chu Fang gritted her teeth and glared at him, glaring at the debt collector who fell from her stomach, and angrily questioned: "You little bastard, you think your mother has lived too long, right? You wish your mother would die, right? You actually cursed your mother to have cancer, I... I will beat you to death. "Wait" "Wait a minute!" I called me if I had any disease, and then said that you told her that I had a terminally ill. "Chu Fang stared fiercely, angrily. Ask me what happened, but I didn't tell her to sell beauty salons, so I told her, go to you to ask you. "God! How do you think of your girlfriend? Chu Fang looked at her son suspiciously after hearing his explanation and asked earnestly, "Did you really say that?"

"Absolutely true!"

"How could this be a lie?" Yu Xiaocheng rolled his eyes and replied leisurely, "Your best friend may be too concerned and mistakenly thought you had a terminal illness. Mom, your daughter-in-law cares about you and asked you about the situation as soon as possible. So, what did she tell you on the phone?"

"Get lost!"

Chu Fang took the feather duster and walked out of her son's bedroom silently.

When Chu Fang returned to her room, she sat on the bedside and took out her mobile phone, looking at the call records on it. Deep in her heart, she felt hysterical and helpless. After hesitating for a long time, she silently dialed the vixen's phone.

In a moment,

the other side answered the call.

"Actually, I don't have a terminal illness. It's all a misunderstanding." Chu Fang explained lightly, "I want to sell the beauty salon."

For a while,

there was silence on the other end of the phone, and it took a long time before she spoke.

"Why?"

Zheng Yanru asked calmly.

"Tired."

Chu Fang pursed her lips and continued, "After all, I have worked so hard for so many years, it is time to enjoy a peaceful life, so I want to sell the beauty salon. As for your share in it, I will give you the money from the sale."

At the same time,

The rich aunt lying in the quilt has sat up straight, her eyes full of helplessness and sadness. This beauty salon is not just a beauty salon, but also a symbol of their sisters. As a result, it is now sold.

"I don't agree!"

Zheng Yanru said coldly: "You are not allowed to sell the beauty salon."

"Since you don't want to sell it, just keep it closed." Chu Fang replied.

Zheng Yanru bit her lips lightly and asked seriously: "Are you still angry with me? Angry that I took your son away?"

"That's right!"

"I have never forgiven you from the beginning to the end." Chu Fang did not shy away and spoke frankly about her thoughts.

"But I really love him."

Zheng Yanru grabbed the quilt and murmured, "Sister Fangfang, please make me and your son happy."

Chu Fang opened her mouth, but the words lingered for a long time before she swallowed them back silently. After a long silence, she replied unhappily, "Maybe in the next life."

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"You old woman!"

Zheng Yanru was so angry that her back teeth were about to break. She said viciously, "I want your son. Besides, you are not allowed to sell it in the beauty salon!"

Beep beep beep--

The angry rich woman hung up the phone directly, lay quietly on the bed, looking at the ceiling above her head, and soon her anger disappeared. She pursed her lips and murmured to herself, "Old woman. You agreed, but you deliberately pissed me off."

The next morning,

Yu Xiaocheng woke up from his sleep. When he put on his clothes and pants and opened the bedroom door, he saw the rich woman aunt and his biological mother. They were actually sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. This strange and harmonious scene made Yu Xiaocheng think he was still asleep.

"I have discussed with this vixen and we have basically reached a consensus on whether to sell the beauty salon." Chu Fang said calmly: "The beauty salon will not be sold for the time being, and then we will hire an experienced store manager."

"Oh"

"It should have been done earlier."

Yu Xiaocheng slowly sat down next to the rich woman and whispered softly: "Actually, I always think that beauty salon is a symbol of your friendship. It would be a pity if it was sold."

"What do you think, wife?"

Yu Xiaocheng asked the rich woman next to him.

The sudden call of wife made her mother and bestie happy. Zheng Yanru pursed her lips, rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, and said angrily: "What wife or not, did your mother agree?"

Having said that

Zheng Yanru grabbed Yu Xiaocheng's hand and deliberately stretched it in front of Chu Fang.

Facing the provocation of the vixen, Chu Fang just smiled slightly, eating rice with vegetables, and casually said: "It's just a marriage certificate. Look how excited someone is. He has never been proposed to and has no big diamond ring. If it were me, I would want to bang my head against the wall and die. It's embarrassing!"

As soon as the voice fell,

Zheng Yanru, who was originally a little arrogant, was completely wilted at this moment, and there was also a trace of hatred.

Proposal

Diamond ring

Nothing!

Me. What am I showing off?

The corner of her eyes couldn't help but glance at him, at her bestie's baby son, and her eyes were full of resentment and anger.

And Yu Xiaocheng was trembling, and he couldn't tell who his mother was targeting for a while. It sounded like she was angry at her bestie, but it seemed that she was deliberately making trouble for her son. Look at the resentful rich aunt now, and it feels like she will be eaten alive by her in the next second.

"I'm leaving."

"Wash the dishes later."

Chu Fang took a tissue, wiped the corner of her mouth, stood up, took her bag, and went straight to the beauty salon.

In the huge house, only the strong boy and the resentful mature woman were left.

"Propose!"

"Diamond ring!"

The rich aunt pouted and said angrily: "The more I think about it, the more I lose. I didn't do anything, but you married me."

"No."

"It was you who dragged me to the Civil Affairs Bureau." Yu Xiaocheng shrank his head and reminded carefully.

Zheng Yanru's cheeks flushed lightly, and she stretched out her hand to pinch his thigh meat, and said angrily: "You said you wanted to marry me first, otherwise, would I drag you to the Civil Affairs Bureau?"

Yu Xiaocheng smiled awkwardly, hurriedly hugged the pretty and mature rich woman, and said gently: "Don't worry, the proposal and the diamond ring will not be late, wait for me to prepare, and then I will give you a surprise, but I am a little curious, have you two reconciled?"

"Reconciled?"

"In the next life."

Zheng Yanru snuggled in his arms, and said softly: "But some things have come to fruition. She has let you go, but not completely."

"What do you mean?"

Yu Xiaocheng asked curiously.

"That's it."

"That's it." Zheng Yanru pursed her lips and answered distressedly: "You have to go home on weekends, and she will make surprise inspections from time to time."

"Oh."

"What else?" Yu Xiaocheng asked.

"And more."

Zheng Yanru bit her lip, her eyes full of shame and confusion, hammered her little man, and squeaked and whimpered: "Don't ask about the rest, it has nothing to do with you."

Looking at the shy look of the rich aunt in his arms, Yu Xiaocheng probably guessed the reason. If nothing unexpected happens, it has something to do with her belly. According to her mother's temper, she probably wants to make her bestie pregnant this year.

"How many does she want?" Yu Xiaocheng suddenly asked.

"Three at least."

Zheng Yanru was stunned after blurting out the answer. The next second, she blushed and buried her head in the arms of her bestie's son. She kept hitting him with her shy little iron fist and said shamefully: "You stinky boy dared to trick me!"

Yu Xiaocheng hugged her tightly and said in her ear: "I will work hard!"

"Get out!"

Zheng Yanru pushed her bestie's son away, stared at him and asked: "Are all the luggage ready?"

"Yeah."

Yu Xiaocheng nodded.

Zheng Yanru stood up and said softly, "Then let's go."

Suddenly!

One hand tightly grasped her wrist and pulled her into his arms again, while the other hand had already pinched the round buttocks.

Hmm--

The rich woman couldn't help but snort in her heart.

"Did you wear stockings?"

Yu Xiaocheng asked in a low and hoarse voice beside her ear.

"You"

"Guess."

The rich woman was naughty.

"How should I know?"

"Tell me quickly whether you brought them!"

Yu Xiaocheng asked eagerly.

"Hmph"

"You ask even though you know the answer."

The rich woman pinched his cheek and said shyly, "You did wear them, but as for whether you wear them or not, and what to do after you wear them, it depends on your performance. If you don't perform well, forget it!"

"Except for stockings."

"Did you bring anything else?" Yu Xiaocheng looked at her expectantly, his eyes full of dirty desire.

The rich aunt looked at the little bad guy who was so close to her, and looked at this little pervert whose mind was full of filthy content. She was almost fainted for a moment, and gritted her teeth and said:

"There are whips, candles, pepper spray, restraints, and clamps. Do you want me to bring a few more steel wool balls?"