After passing through the book, the CEO of a wealthy family is a vicious female supporting character

Seeing that Brother Ruan finally went upstairs to rest, Zhao Zhiguo breathed a sigh of relief.

He is really afraid of Ruan Xun. His sister's matter has been a lifelong thorn in his heart. As long as his son is not harmed, he can bear it even if his brother-in-law wants to kill him or cut him into pieces, even if his four daughters are killed!

But the brother-in-law didn't say anything. After all these years, he didn't hit him or scold him, he just looked at him with a smile... He was really scared!

Zhao Zhiguo was not sure what Ruan Xun was thinking, but as long as his brother-in-law said a word, Zhao Zhiguo could do whatever he asked him to do! As long as...as long as he leaves something to eat for his son Congcong...

Zhao Zhiguo is now relaxed and his brother-in-law has gone upstairs. He is not as scared as before and can hold it in front of his wife and son again.

Zhao Zhiguo collapsed on the sofa, his hands spread out to occupy the entire buffalo leather sofa, his legs were crossed, and his belly as big as a winter melon was completely deflated.

That posture is as ugly as it needs to be.

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, you think this is your home! ] Ruan Qiao turned away, really ignorant.

From the corner of his eye, he clearly caught Ruan Qiao rolling his eyes at him, but he didn't bother to pay attention.

After all, he is the elder, and Ruan Qiao is her niece. No matter how much hatred there is between them, there is still some blood relationship that cannot be erased.

Zhao Zhiguo is a man of few words, but he knows one thing very well: "As long as we don't break the law and don't commit chaos." On weekdays, my niece will always give my little uncle some thin noodles.

A few days ago, at the company, I made knives for Ruan Laoer and others...

If you ask me, the younger brothers and sisters in my brother-in-law’s family are not as good as me! 】

Uncle Zhao's body was so paralyzed that he felt comfortable, but his only son Zhao Fucong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Why? He is afraid too!

Zhao Fucong has been afraid of Ruan Qiao, "other people's children" since he was a child. She is his aunt and cousin, and she is three or four years older than him. They studied in the same school since childhood, but Ruan Qiao came first in the exams every year, and he also came first in the exams every year!

...countdown...QAQ

Zhao Fucong was compared with Ruan Qiao since he was a child. After the comparison, he lost his temper. A scumbag can be jealous of a top student, but there is a world between a scumbag and a scumbag.

The natural hierarchical pressure between scum and god made Zhao Fucong more and more timid in front of his cousin. As time goes by, in front of his cousin, who is number one in everything, he gradually doesn't dare to let go...

"Uncle, have you finished your tea? After that, I'll get down to business!"

And Cousin Cong, is your tongue still hot? I'll ask Uncle Jin to get you some burning cream. "

Ruan Qiao drank her father's love Kung Fu tea and is much calmer now. Now that the tea is drunk, it’s time to get down to business, and we don’t really invite people over for tea!

"It's not hot, it's not hot anymore! Xiao Qiao, tell me! I'm listening, hey, hey..." Ruan Xiaoqiao suddenly spoke, startling Zhao Fucong.

He sat upright, like a primary school student, with his hands on his knees, and his shoulders and back straight: "I'm kidding, can you apply the burning cream on your tongue?" 】

"Hmm..." Ruan Qiao glanced at Zhao's cousin: "It's not bad, except that he's as unruly as his father, he's still obedient, and he's not hopeless. 】

Zhao Zhiguo was still lying down. When he heard this, he scratched his belly with his right hand through his shirt, "I can do it, Xiao Qiao, let's get started. Uncle will listen to you."

Wang Yiting: "Yes, yes! Xiao Qiao, good Qiao Qiao, you have to make the decision for your little aunt! Wuwuwuwu..."

"Hmph! Keep quiet!" Ruan Qiao's radar-like eyes swept across the row of people and landed on Qin Yu, who had been silent all this time. "Tell me, whose child is it?"

"Yes, it belongs to Uncle Zhao." The voice was faint and timid, and it sounded like that.

Ruan Qiao: [Hey, 9527, I haven’t said anything yet, and now you’re acting for me? 】

System: [Hi, host, you know, about Xiao Wu’s self-cultivation. 】

"You're talking nonsense!" Mrs. Ruan is no longer here, and Wang Yiting no longer behaves like a wealthy lady.

There were no outsiders around, and Aunt Zhao knew that Ruan Qiao only acted impartially. With someone who could make the final decision to redress her grievances, she immediately felt confident!

Wang Yiting decisively sat down on the ground, like a rural shrew, slapping her thighs and howling, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Oh my dear mother! Xiao Qiao, come and judge, all of these are Bullying me, you can’t survive this day!”

The way she was rolling around didn't look like a rich lady at all.