Flash marriage contract, the abstinent president changed his gender

The more Zhu's mother spoke, the angrier and more distressed she became. Zhu Qinghao's heart was in turmoil as he listened:

"Mom, I know, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, the first thing Zhu Qinghao did was to ask someone to thoroughly investigate the Yu family and Yu Qingluo.

……

Time flies, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching. Yu Qingluo returned to Jiangcheng a few days in advance, packed up her home, and prepared to return after the festival. She didn't dare to leave valuables at home, so she went to the bank to open a safe, mainly to store the jade bracelet that Zhu's mother left with her.

On this day, everything was almost arranged. Thinking that the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon, she received the daily necessities benefits sent home by the company, bought some expensive cigarettes, alcohol, nutritional supplements and beauty products for herself, and went home carrying large and small bags.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she got off the car, she heard a clattering noise in the house, and as soon as she entered the door, a shoe flew out:

"You're such a spendthrift, you even stole your father's money. 20 million, do you think it's 2,000 yuan? Don't you know the real estate market? I'll beat you to death."

"Dad, Dad, you were the one who signed the contract, why are you blaming me?"

"Are you still making excuses?"

"Have you had enough? Why did you hit your son? Are you sick again?"

"You are sick, it's all because of you. Look at your good son whom you taught well, but he actually embezzled public funds!"

In the living room, Yu Jingyang was jumping and half lying on the sofa. Yu's father was wearing home clothes, with disheveled hair and one bare foot. He was chasing after him with documents in one hand, like a madman. Yu's mother was chasing after him, pulling and trying to stop them. The three of them were shouting and wrestling. At the same time, Uncle Yu reached out his hand several times but was hit back by Yu's father. At this time, at the entrance of the restaurant, Aunt Yu was supporting Grandma Yu, and they were both frightened and shrank back.

The living room was a mess.

When Yu Qingluo entered the room, he saw this chaotic scene:

"Dad, Mom, what are you doing?"

It was broad daylight and she hadn't been back for long, why was she making a fuss again?

Yu Qingluo put down the gift box in his hand, and before he could ask any more questions, Father Yu's other shoe slammed over:

"Do you still have the nerve to come back?"

"You're a money-loser! You've been living a good life but you've lost face? You sent a lawyer's letter to the Yin family? Do you know what people are saying about us now?"

Hitting his head, Father Yu yelled at Yu Qingluo again:

"Call us sleepy pigs, pigs!"

"You don't know your own weight, and you don't know that you are a pighead! How could I give birth to a bunch of useless things like you? One of you sent a lawyer's letter to the Yin family after the divorce, one of you added fuel to the fire and provoked Yin Liting in public, and one of you invested in real estate without knowing the consequences. The house is just about to drop to cabbage price. Are you blind? What's the difference between you and running away to become a eunuch in the late Qing Dynasty?"

Sometimes he pointed at Yu Qingluo, and sometimes he turned around and wanted to hit Yu Jingyang. Yu's father was walking back and forth like a headless fly, and the flesh on his face was trembling with anger.

"Second brother, calm down..."

At this time, Uncle Yu stepped forward and pulled him, but before he could finish his words of admonition, Father Yu waved his hand and turned his spearhead towards him again:

"Shut up. Don't you still have to rely on me if you have any problems? You don't have the right to speak here."

"Dad, did you take gunpowder?"

Taking a step forward, Yu Qingluo pulled Uncle Yu away. How could he bite whoever he caught? Just as Yu Qingluo was wondering and Uncle Yu turned to face her again, Yu Jingyang threw a document over:

"Dad, look carefully. You signed the contract. This is not a real estate agreement. It's a property management investment, okay? I admit that I lost some money on gambling and entertaining guests, but wasn't I cheated by Zhu?"

"Zhu Qinghao invested tens of millions in that quantum technology, and I followed him to invest a few million. Who would have thought that he would withdraw and switch to another company? Even if I made a mistake in the investment, that little money was also my recent earnings. I just regarded it as buying experience. You can't blame me for this contract."

"You signed, and they called to ask for money, so of course I asked the finance department to transfer it first."

"Although I am optimistic and I have proposed it, isn't it you who makes the final decision on the company's cooperation? Look carefully, that's your handwriting. If you don't agree, I can't let them do it even if I happen to be in the finance department, right?"

……

Turning to the last page of the contract, Father Yu looked at it with a frown on his face. At this moment, Mother Yu suddenly said:

"Have you been under too much pressure recently? You forgot about such a big thing? Fortunately, it is written in black and white, otherwise Jingyang and I would never be able to clear ourselves of the guilt even if we jumped into the Yellow River."

"Look, you're going to tear down my house again!"

"I told you to accept your age. If you can't control your emotions, go see a doctor. Mom has to hold the golden Buddha every day to check its authenticity. She can't even remember who she gave the gold to and where she put it. You are also suspicious. How can you live like this?"

As she was mumbling, Mother Yu raised her hand and shouted:

"Mrs. Lin, have someone come out to clean up and bring up the food and snacks."

Soon, the living room returned to calm. Yu Qingluo had just walked to the sofa when he heard Yu's father say:

"This is not my signature. I definitely didn't sign it. Who signed it pretending to be me? Why would I, a home appliance maker, invest in real estate? No, call the police, call the police immediately!"

Before Father Yu could even get his phone out, Mother Yu yelled at him:

"Can you not be so alarmed? Even if you want to call the police, you don't have to do it now. There are guests at home. You should at least think things through and sort out your thoughts. If you alert the police, will you say whatever you think like your family does?"

Pushing Yu Jingyang to sit down, Yu's mother came out, took a teacup from the tray and stuffed it into Yu's father's hands, and the signs of noise were suppressed again.

At this time, the eldest uncle helped Grandma Yu sit down on the sofa. Looking at all the people with bad faces, Yu Qingluo's head was buzzing and he had a weird feeling in his heart.

Everyone sat down one after another. Just as Yu Qingluo was about to sit down, there was another "bang" and the lid of the teacup in Yu's father's hand hit the rim of the cup:

"Mrs. Lin, what's wrong with you? Don't you know that I hate sour jujube tea the most?"

"what?"

The servant was startled and instinctively looked at Mother Yu with doubt:

"M-Mrs.?"

Almost at the same time, Yu's mother also screamed:

"Didn't you say you wanted to drink sour jujube tea to help you sleep?"

After saying that, without waiting for Father Yu’s response, she turned around and looked at Grandma Yu:

"Mom, why did you tell me that Dafu wanted to drink sour jujube tea? Did he say it wrong, did you hear it wrong, or did you make your own decision? Look, a cup of tea here makes him unhappy again."

"I?"

Pointing at herself, trembling, Grandma Yu shook her head subconsciously, her reaction was obviously a little slow:

Didn’t she talk to her about Dahongpao?

Dahongpao is best paired with wolfberries. She remembered her son told her to add wolfberries as usual.