Quickly cross the scumbag in the live broadcast room to slap in the face

Chapter 216 Your Majesty, be more reserved! (15)

"I feel so too."

The mother and daughter were in a very good mood because of Feng Musheng's incident, and Father Liu's mood began to become heavy again.

There were tears in his eyes, and I looked at Mother Liu pitifully.

"Ma'am, what's the matter with you?"

Mother Liu asked subconsciously.

Hearing this, Father Liu burst into tears: "You still ask me! Shouldn't your focus be on the emperor protecting Fuyi too?"

Mother Liu: ...

Her daughter is the emperor's confidant, shouldn't the emperor protect her?
What is there to cry about?

Jieyou looked at his crying father, and handed over his handkerchief: "Father, don't worry, daughters don't like women."

"But if she likes you, you won't be able to marry a husband and have children."

He still wants to hug his granddaughter.

The lady from the Wang family next door is a year younger than his daughter, and they have been married for two years, and the child has already started to babble.

Jieyou hesitated for a moment, then said quietly: "Actually, there are two other ways."

"any solution?"

As soon as he heard that there was a solution, Liu's father hurriedly asked to relieve his worries.

Jieyou glanced at his mother in embarrassment, and smiled a little: "My daughter will secretly raise a foreign room in two years..."

"Bullshit!"

Mother Liu reprimanded sharply.

She had just finished yelling at Jieyou when Liu's father's unkind eyes fell on Liu's mother, and Liu's mother changed her tone instantly: "Ahem, what mother said is that if the emperor finds out, neither the outer room nor the child will be kept." .Another way?"

Speaking of another method, the smirk on Jieyou's face became more obvious: "You and my father will give me another sister."

"You son of a bitch, what are you talking about?"

This time, before Liu's mother could speak, Liu's father scolded him first.

Jieyou shrugged: "Then what?"

Liu's father blushed and glanced at Liu's mother, then cast a sideways glance at Jieyou, and walked out of the hall quickly.

As soon as Liu's father left, the integrity on Liu's mother's face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a smile all over her face: "As expected of my daughter, mother will seriously consider this proposal."

After finishing speaking, he chased after his wife with great strides.

Jieyou looked at the parents who stayed behind with deep eyes, and sighed with his eyes closed.

Another child is also good, lest in the future, the white-haired person will send the black-haired person, and both of them will lose their money.

Not to mention that her old wounds have not healed, even when she is intact, she cannot bless the dead body to live in the world for decades, to provide for her parents and die.

"July, prepare the car and go to Lord Qi's residence."
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When Jieyou came to Qi's mansion in a carriage, Qi Hui was playing chess with Jun Moli, and the two were arguing about the chess pieces.

Just when Jieyou was about to speak, Jun Moli messed up the pieces on the chessboard in a fit of anger.

"Go down!"

Qi Hui: ...

Worry-free: ...

Qi Hui pointed at the tip of Jun Moli's nose for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "You stinky chess basket, if you can't play it, you're shameless!"

Jieyou burst out laughing not far away, seeing old people playing rogues because of such things, this is the first time seeing young people playing rogues because of such things.

"Fuyi, you came just in time. This person can't beat me at chess, so he messed up the chessboard. My three-year-old nephew is better than her!"

Jun Moli glanced proudly at the messed up chessboard: "Who told you not to compare me to painting every time, but insisted on playing chess that I am not good at, do you think I don't know the little girl in your heart?"

Qi Hui coughed lightly. Jun Moli's painting is a masterpiece in the capital, and it is hard to buy it. She is stupid to compare with her painting.

When Qi Hui wanted to open his mouth to explain, Jun Moli said again: "You don't compare me to painting once, and I mess up the chessboard once when I lose the wind in chess."

(End of this chapter)