The god-level son-in-law of the female president

Seeing everyone's timid expressions, Mr. Su waved his crutches and was out of breath: "A bunch of unworthy descendants, none of them can stand up?"

Su Bingbing glanced at Su Zixue in the corner, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly, and she said in a strange way: "Why don't you let Sister Zixue try, maybe the boss will see her beauty, so if you are not sure, you will agree."

Su Zixue frowned: "Su Bingbing, what do you mean by that?"

Su Bingbing snorted coldly: "The family has difficulties, and you don't want to solve them, but what do you mean by asking me? You are too selfish, aren't you? Can't you contribute to the family?"

Seeing that another hat was buttoned down, Su Zixue's pretty face flushed angrily, and was about to refute, but Mr. Su gave her an indifferent look, and said unquestionably, "Then Zixue, it's up to you to negotiate."

"Patriarch, I..." Su Zixue was at a loss for words.

"Why, you don't want to?" Old Master Su narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No, it's not..." Su Zixue was at a loss.

"Then it's over, the meeting is adjourned today." Old Master Su made a final decision.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, gloated at Su Zixue's misfortune, and left talking and laughing.

Fortunately, this unlucky thing did not fall on them. In their view, this is simply impossible.

Su Zixue stood alone in the corner, pursing her pink lips, feeling helpless and depressed.

Sister-in-law Su Muying took her hand and comforted her: "Okay, you've been tired all day, go home and rest first, and then think of a solution."

Su Zixue gave a absent-minded "hmm" and returned home in the company car.

Li Yaomei had heard the bad news a long time ago, ordered a table of good food for her daughter, and opened a bottle of red wine.

Su Zixue ate delicious food, and her depressed mood gradually improved.

"That trash has been going out every day recently, and I don't know why." Su Muying picked up a chopstick and said vaguely.

"What else can I do, maybe go out to pick up junk and earn some extra money." Li Yaomei sneered, "It's just a piece of trash, there is no other way out except for this kind of low-level work."

Su Zixue took a sip of the red wine and listened to what the two said, her expression hesitated.

At this moment, there was the sound of a key ringing outside the gate.

As the door was pushed open, Ye Huan walked in with a sack on his shoulders, his face covered with dust.

"For such a big bank, there is no bus station nearby. I am really exhausted."

Ye Huan murmured inwardly, feeling like he was going to collapse after walking such a long distance.

"This guy is really picking up trash." Su Muying covered her small mouth, almost spitting out the food in her mouth.

Indeed, Ye Huan was carrying a sack, sweating and dusty, like a beggar picking up rubbish.

"Ye Huan, you, you, you really disgraced my Su family." Li Yaomei's face was ashen, and she had already imagined the scene of Ye Huan digging through the trash can.

"Now! Immediately! Take your trash and get out!" She stood up, pointed at Ye Huan's nose and cursed.

"Look at this broken bag, how dirty it is, and you, dirty, like a beggar, it's an eyesore! Stay away from me!"

Ye Huan shrugged indifferently, and put the sack on the ground.

If this is rubbish, there is actually nothing more precious than rubbish.

He wiped the dirty sweat from his forehead, leaned in front of Su Zixue, and showed a simple and honest smile: "Zixue, you are short of 500 million recently, I..."