C494 The Complaint
Seeing that he had stopped moving and seemed to be serious, he could not help but pull his chin and suddenly could not hold back his laughter.1
"How is that possible? If that's the case, I can live forever. It's just a small scratch. "
She quickly blew on her fingers: "uncle Zhan, your beard has grown out. It's a pain in the hand."
"Why don't I pull it out?"
Yu Leelee waved her small hand. "No way. Then won't I become a eunuch?"
The car suddenly stopped and continued to move forward. Lei Ming held back his laughter and the others' faces turned red.
Zhan Beiting gave him a sharp gaze from the rearview mirror.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the red sports car parked in the yard. It was like a thorn in Yu Leelee's heart.
Her eyes drooped and she muttered softly, "The front door is tiger back door and wolf back door. You can't even block it."
Zhan Beiting's action of opening the car door stopped. His tone suddenly became stern. "Lili, although many of her actions during the day were not very good, she is after all the benefactor of Zhan Family. I do not wish for you to say such words again."
Yu Leelee looked over and saw that the car door had already closed. It was the third time and she did not repeat it again and again. Zhan Beiting, tolerance is indulgence. Is this kind of man really worthy of her keeping watch for the rest of her life?
Seeing that she did not get out of the car, Zhan Beiting opened the car door and planned to carry her down.
Yu Leelee avoided his hand. "I can do it myself."
Zhan Beiting could tell that she was angry, but he did not coax her. She was still young and there were some things that she could not tolerate her character to cause trouble. In the future, she would have to accompany him to face everything. He could spoil her life, but he had to respect her.
In Zhan Beiting's ideology, he respected Soong Xingchen as a brother and sister. But he did not know that the thing that made a woman the most sad was you. You indulged another person who was not related to you by blood.
The old man won the game of chess today and heard good news from his grandson. He was in a good mood as he sat on the sofa and watched television. However, the crying beside his ear annoyed him.
"Grandpa, do you think Constellation really did something wrong? If Mr Beiting really hates me, I'd better get lost overseas. Why do I have to make people hate me here?"
The old man's aged eyes revealed his experience and shrewdness. He glanced at the person beside him and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. The Zhan Family owed the Song Family. This child should have been childhood sweethearts with Beiting, but anyone with discerning eyes could see his son's attitude towards Lili.
He was getting old. It was better for him to not interfere with the child's matters.
"This electric massage is not bad. Our family's style is getting old. Let Beiting buy another one for me."
Zhan Nanxi leaned on the sofa and lazily looked at Soong Xingchen. His two legs were on the coffee table, swaying back and forth. "Ms Xingchen, Lili has helped you before."
Soong Xingchen was choked by him. How could she not see that her grandfather was playing Tai Chi with her and pretending to be deaf and mute? But Mr Beiting could listen to anyone in the Zhan family besides his grandfather.
She persistently said, "Grandfather, Lili that girl really isn't as simple as she looks. You didn't know that she was in front of so many media outlets today..."
"Sir, you are back?"
A servant's voice came from the door and Soong Xingchen immediately shut her mouth.
"Eh? Be careful that the girl is back?" Zhan Nanxi threw away the phone in his hand, which was playing a game, and ran over. When he saw the bandage on her arm, he immediately became furious. "Who hurt little fairy?"
He rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was going to find someone to fight with.
"It's just a small opening. uncle Zhan insisted on dressing me with bandages and made it look like it was very serious. It's fine." Yu Leelee avoided Soong Xingchen's gaze and walked towards her grandfather.
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