Green tea was read, the villain's family begged me to be happy

Jiang Chengzhong's face turned blue with anger. He didn't even know such a thing existed!

He kicked out again, this time with all his strength.

There was a slight "plop" sound, and before Xu Wanying could react, she realized that someone was flying over and lying directly at her feet.

She looked down and saw the fat boy's face full of shame and anger.

Immediately, Xu Wanying couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Is everything okay?"

She coughed twice, immediately stopped smiling, and stretched out her hand as if to pull him up.

[Emma, ​​I really couldn't help it. Seeing the little fat boy in trouble made me smile! ]

Of course, her heart was about to fly with excitement.

The little fat man was so angry that he slapped her hand and said viciously: "You dare to curse--"

But before he could finish his words, Jiang Chengzhong's palm, like a palm-leaf fan, had already landed on his back, slapping it loudly.

The little fat boy once again became a little chicken in his father's hands, and in order to prevent him from talking nonsense, even his mouth was pinched by his father's fingers.

No matter how he struggles, he can only be a clown and cannot escape the iron clutches of his own father.

"Brother, Pan Ge'er is still a child. Don't be so rude to him. You should reason with him!" Xu Wanying advised with a trembling voice.

Her whole body was shaking, not because of fear, but because she was trying hard to hold back laughter.

【Hahahahaha——】

【Hahahahaha——】

Of course, she couldn't stop laughing in her heart, and even the system started laughing along, especially since it was using electronic sound, and the laughter was very strange and full of sarcasm.

The fat boy's face turned red with anger and he struggled even harder, but it was in vain.

[System, I am very happy now. Can you continue to talk about melons? How did Jiang Chengzhong die?] She struck while the iron was hot.

The system hesitated and said: [Jiang Chengzhong's death is a huge melon. The host's current happy mood is very short-lived and cannot last. There is not much energy left. At most, I can tell you the cause of Jiang Chengzhong's death. He was involved in a conspiracy and was beheaded by someone.]

【Gone? 】

[No, the host's emotions have returned to normal. 】

[Are you kidding me? Doesn't this melon make me even more curious? I'm talking halfway, and I'm struck by lightning! ] Xu Wanying was very depressed.

[To know what will happen next, please keep a good mood, the longer you stay happy, the bigger the melon you will get! ] The system encouraged.

Xu Wanying snorted coldly: [Where can I find lasting happiness in this barren place! If this fat guy in front of me gets beaten up, I will be so happy, I can laugh out loud just thinking about it. Unfortunately, I can only think about it! Oh. ]

Her two words were heard clearly by the father and son across from her.

The little fat boy glared at her angrily instantly. No matter how stupid he was, he could sense that this Third Aunt was not ordinary.

After falsely accusing Dad of wetting the bed, Mom gave the servants a strict order to keep their mouths shut.

Even my father himself doesn’t know, let alone my third aunt who just married into the family. But the system knows everything clearly. It’s such a disaster!

Jiang Chengzhong felt as if he had suddenly been enlightened and understood it instantly.

He rolled up his sleeves and said to the little fat boy, "I'll let you run ten steps first, run!"

"Dad, I already know I was wrong." He said aggrievedly.

"You bastard, I can't kill you!" Jiang Chengzhong glanced at him, picked up a chair beside him and threw it at the fat boy.

The little fat boy ran away, holding his head and crying: "Dad, why did you hit me? I didn't say that, why did you find those--"

"I told you to shut up, but you still kept talking! I'll kill you!" Jiang Chengzhong was afraid that he would let the cat out of the bag, so he used his internal force, grabbed him and beat him up.

Xu Wanying was completely confused. She didn't know why a fight suddenly broke out when the apology had just begun.

However, this did not hinder her rapidly rising emotions. While the father and son were busy fighting, she quietly clapped her hands.

[Fight, fight! Woohoo~]

Of course, she still had to pretend on the surface, and said anxiously and worriedly: "Brother, why did you hit the child suddenly? Stop it, it will hurt!"

[Push harder! Push harder! Have you not eaten? ]

"Brother, you come from the military, you are going to fight on the battlefield, you must not be too heavy-handed, you must hold back!"

[Quick, all the men in the Jiang family are masters of martial arts, show us all your martial arts skills and try them out on your own son one by one. Don't let your skills become rusty!]

"Pan'er, run! Stop arguing with your father. You are his biological son, so he must still love you!"

[Fatty, you have come to this day. Weren't you quite capable when you hit my head? Why are you such a coward now? Don't run away, turn around and fight your father!]

"Someone come quickly, the eldest brother is going to beat Pan Ge'er to death!" She cried for help urgently, wishing she could go and stop him herself.

[Everyone, close the door! Don’t let anyone else know. This big event is for us to see, not for others!]

The father and son who were chasing each other felt like they were going schizophrenic after hearing these completely different voices.

This woman is so hypocritical. She says one thing in public and another in private.

Pan Ge'er was so angry that he was almost going crazy. He changed direction and rushed towards Xu Wanying, ready to hit her again.

He wants to teach this vicious woman a lesson!

But the person who was beating him at the moment was Jiang Chengzhong. He saw through the bastard's idea at a glance, grabbed him by the back of the collar, tied his legs around him, and threw him backwards with force, causing him to fall flat on his face.

The fat boy was seeing stars and had no intention of settling the score with Xu Wanying at all.