Young Master Zhan's Xueba Little Crazy Wife

When everyone saw her, they all frowned.

Especially the Warlord.

As long as there is Mrs. Zhan, it will be a disaster.

Mrs. Zhan will only nail him to the pillar of shame with vicious words and sharp attitudes time and time again.

But everyone is hindered by Mrs. Zhan's authority, and everyone listens to Mrs. Zhan's words.

The corner of Zhan Jue's lips suddenly curled into a cold sneer.

He wanted to see what kind of attitude the group of people who said they were confessing to repentance would have when facing Mrs. Zhan.

Everyone was ready to argue with Mrs. Zhan, but they didn't expect...

Mrs. Zhan stared at them and scolded:

"What are you all doing here? What are you standing here for?"

"Didn't you see that the clothes on Xiaojue's body are short? Didn't you see that his hair is growing? Didn't you see that he was hungry?"

"Hurry up and find the barber, and then let the kitchen cook for the little prince!"

A bunch of words burst out crackling.

Everyone froze in place, unbelievable.

What did they hear?
What is Mrs. Zhan talking about?
The Zhan Jue also froze, the sneer on his face froze at the corner of his mouth.

When she couldn't react, Mrs. Zhan had already ran to the Zhan Jue and squatted down.

Looking at his obviously short clothes and his thin and thin body, her eyes turned red instantly.

"Young Lord...why are you living so poorly...

It's all grandma's fault, it's all grandma's mistreating you, grandma be damned!
Go quickly, grandma will take you to take a bath, and grandma will change your clothes..."

As he spoke, he took the hand of Zhan Jue and walked towards the villa.

Seeing that the others were still standing there, she snapped:

"What are you still doing blankly! If you tell you to go, go!"

Everyone came back to their senses.

Mrs. Zhan, she...she really changed...

That instrument is also useful to her?

But anyway, it's a good thing!
Everyone went to work one after another.

Some went to find clothes, some to prepare hot water, some to ask the barber...

Mrs. Zhan personally took Zhan Jue's hand, shuttled through a large sea of ​​sunflower flowers, and stepped into the hall of the villa.

When the Zhanjue saw the hall, he came back to his senses in shock.

Back then, his parents were taken away here, and it was here that he met his parents for the last time...

All because of these people!
The benevolence and morality of these people made him unable to say a word to his parents, and prevented him from delivering a meal to his parents who were executed...

He shook old Mrs. Zhan's hand violently:
"Enough! If you really repent, get the hell out! Get out of here! Get out with all your things!"

Let them keep pretending!

Really get out if you have the ability, really give him this huge Zhan family, as a memorial to his parents!

Can……

A servant actually came down from upstairs, carrying several suitcases.

It was full of Mrs. Zhan's stuff.

The old lady Zhan said to Zhan Jue: "Little Jue, don't be angry, we will scram and leave, everything has been packed.

But just let grandma take care of you once, let grandma take care of you, and grandma will leave.

Otherwise, grandma is heartbroken now... Grandma really can't forgive herself..."

As she spoke, tears rolled down her face.

Lord of War......

just totally...

Thought they wouldn't really roll, didn't expect even the suitcases were ready?

Everything he wanted to get, but now they really gave it away?
This feeling……

He stood there with a cold face, and his emotions were extraordinarily complicated.

Everyone didn't dare to approach him easily, for fear of making him angry or making him unhappy.

But with his appearance like this, he obviously didn't accept their overtures.

What's wrong with this...

Or Madam Zhan patiently coaxing:
"Little Jue, just let grandma take care of you once, and see that you become well before grandma can leave with peace of mind.

If you don't allow it...I...I'll cry for you! "

As she said that, she really sat down on the ground, crying with snot and tears:

"It's all my fault, it's my bad old woman's fault!
I deserve death, my grandson refuses to forgive me, what am I doing alive...

Let me die... let me die, maybe I can feel better..."

While talking, she beat her own chest, thump, thud, thump~~
An old man, as if he would beat himself down at any moment.

Warlord...

"enough!"

He wanted to be quiet.

He wanted to be alone for a while, to be calm and calm.

The mood is too complicated, I don't want to see them at all.

Mrs. Zhan quickly wiped away her tears:

"Little Jue...you really feel sorry for grandma, right...you must be reluctant to let grandma die...

You go take a shower, grandma will find clothes for you in person...

After you change your clothes and pack up, grandma will leave...Grandma tells you to be quiet...

If you don't, I'll keep crying in front of you..."

Zhan Jue was in a daze at this moment.

Really confused.

Just want to be quiet, turn around and run away.

But he was afraid, in fact, very afraid of going back to that deserted backyard, afraid of going back to the deserted place.

Afraid of waking up suddenly and discovering that it was all a dream.

He just let his body go upstairs in a daze, and walked into the most luxurious room.

Bo Shushu had already prepared warm water in the bathtub, and the temperature in the bathroom was adjusted just right.

Mrs. Zhan went to find clothes and hung them on the hangers in the dry area for her.

After he entered, he personally closed the door for him and reminded:
"Little Jue, call us if you need anything, we are all waiting outside."

The Zhanjue took off his obviously smaller clothes and soaked in the warm water.

He used to be alone in the backyard without hot water, and the water heater was broken and no one was repairing it.

Whether it is summer or winter, he always washes in cold water.

But now...the warm water surrounded him, warming his body...

He thought, all this is a dream, it must be a dream...

If it's a dream, let's keep dreaming...

He has been tired for too long, and he wants to have a short dream.

Finally, there is a warm and clean environment, and finally someone cares and guards.

Even if all of this is in a dream, he is still satisfied...

After all, since his parents died, he hasn't had such a dream for a long, long time.

The previous dreams were full of blood, cold guns, dead bodies of parents lying in a pool of blood, and the filthy abuse of everyone...

He closed his eyes and let himself relax briefly.

He thought that when he woke up, he would definitely return to that room, but he was wrong...

When he woke up again, it turned out that Zhan Qi and Zhan went into the bathroom, pulled him out of the bathtub, and put him in brand new clothes.

The clothes fit well, they weren't picked up, they covered the wrists, and the trousers covered the ankles.

No holes, no trace of stains.

Each of them held his hand and led him to a vanity mirror.

A fashionable middle-aged man stepped forward and bowed to him respectfully:
"Young master, I'll cut your hair next time. If you feel uncomfortable during the process, you can give me advice."

That respectful attitude, as if he was a real prince.

The Warlord just sat there, allowing the barber to cut his hair.

He looked at himself in the mirror, the him in the mirror, unexpectedly...