Bigshot Mr. Fu’s Wife is Sweet and Wild

  Chapter 13 Cruel move

   Zhu Jing almost fainted.

  The year Qin Jianxi found out about this... She was only twelve years old! You actually understand this?

   What kind of scheming is this?

  Playing with eagles all day long, but was pecked by the eagle.

  This little **** is so cunning.

Qin Jianfei covered her cheeks with her hands and looked at the person on the steps, and said angrily, "Mom, don't let her fool you. If she had it, she would have taken it out a long time ago. Why did she wait until now? Did you tell us today? This matter, is it a good time? Even if what she said is true, just go to her room and search."

  Qin Jianxi stretched out her hand to brush the broken hair on her forehead, and then spoke slowly.

"Your mother-daughter relationship is real. Even if you destroy a thousand copies, you won't be able to destroy this fact. Also... anyone with the surname Han can be beaten by me without any power to fight back. You can beat me Me? By the way, I might as well tell you one thing, I have been practicing martial arts secretly all these years, if you don’t believe me, you can come up and try my fists.”

   "Qin Jianxi..." Qin Jianfei's angry eyes were blood red, she turned her head to look at Qin Likun who was also angry, "Dad, look at her..."

Just as Qin Likun was about to say something, he heard his youngest son Qin Tianhao, who had been sitting on the sofa without making a sound, say, "Dad, since the eldest sister is short of money, you can give her the money! You are a family anyway, so why bother?" so?"

   After saying this, he turned his head to look at Qin Jianxi, "Sister, do you think so?"

  Qin Jianxi looked at this young man calmly. With just one glance, he knew that this boy was not simple. He was much smarter and darker than his own parents and his own sister. He was only sixteen years old.

  The eyes of the two met, and the corners of Qin Jianxi's mouth twitched slightly.

"What you said is wrong. You and the three of them are a family, but I am not. I have changed my mind now. I will leave this house for one million plus a house. If you agree, I will go to school tomorrow. The police station took care of this account. If you don’t agree, then I have no choice but to expose the matter.”

  Life is so beautiful, why would she waste her time on these people?

  Qin Tianhao looked at the person with a different temperament, "But... elder sister, you are not an adult, and your household registration cannot be separated independently. Dad is your guardian."

  Qin Likun's eyes are full of evil. "If you want a house and money, stop dreaming."

At this moment, Zhu Jing had also calmed down, and her brain came back. She turned her head and said softly to her husband: "Husband, I think this child may be too excited today. Why don't you send her to a mental hospital?" Go and see!"

  If I had known that this little **** had so many thoughts, I should have killed her more than ten years ago and sent this little **** to see her mother.

  But it's not too late now, sending her to a mental hospital will torture her even more.

  A little bitch, really thought he had capital, so he wanted to fight them, heh, after all, he was a little tender.

  When the mask of hypocrisy is ripped off, there is no need to pretend anymore.

  Qin Likun immediately sullen, with no blood relationship in his eyes at all, "Yes, she's crazy, I'll call someone from Songshan to come over."

  He immediately took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a call.

  Qin Jianxi saw the couple saying this, and smiled,

"Sure enough, you are a person in the upper class of Xiaosan, but your brain is different. Hit, I also really want to see if they can take me away. I am looking forward to the stepmother in the position of Xiaosan murdering his ex-wife and daughter, and turning his own daughter into a child. Cheng's ex-wife's daughter, if the news gets out, Zhongli Group's stock price will not be able to withstand it."

  (end of this chapter)

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