Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Bai Chuwei narrowed her smile, rolled her hair up, and was about to take a bath, and asked casually: "Did you send a letter to Tong's family?"

Snowball hugged the biscuit and gnawed, and nodded again and again: ‘Yes, a reminder bill every day. ’

Bai Chuwei has a lot of wealth in her hands. Four hundred million is just a dollar on the ground to her, and she can pick it up or not.

But for these four hundred million, Tong's family must kneel and present it to her to see if she wants it or not.

Bai Chuwei looked lazy and said casually: "Well, send a reminder every day."

The one-month deadline is up, so don't blame the ruthless ancestors if you don't pay the money.

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Duan Feihan drove back to the courtyard of the Duan's villa and stepped into the warm yellow reception hall. He was keenly aware of the weird atmosphere.

A well-maintained woman in her thirties was crying in the arms of another noblewoman, and a man in denim was sitting opposite.

Duan Xingye quietly walked over and pulled Duan Feihan's sleeves: "The fourth uncle, the third uncle said that grandpa's situation is not good and wants to postpone the marriage with Aunt Tong, and the two have a dispute."

The lady patted Tong Yunrou on the back, and looked at Duan Xiuqi complainingly: "Xiu Qi, you don't get married if you don't get married. Isn't that good?"

Duan Xiuqi put his hand on his jeans, sneered in a cold tone: "Why did this marriage come about, don't you know?"

Duan Xiuqi had no desires in this life. In the first eighteen years, he formed in a turbulent manner. In the next eighty years, he restrained himself and returned to courtesy.

If it were not for Tong Yunrou's father to force him to death, he would not get married.

It is said that Tong Qingyan's aunt Tong Yunrou has a deep affection for him and has been waiting for him for 20 years.

Bah, what did he say after waiting for that woman for twenty years? Is there anything in return?

Tong Yunrou sat up from the lady's arms, looked at Duan Xiuqi on the opposite side with red eyes, choked up and said: "It's been twenty years! Bai Chu has disappeared for twenty years, can't you let it go? What's the fear of the old man recently? Three long and two short, we are not getting married at this time, you obviously still think about that woman."

Duan Xiuqi put aside his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Nothing. Recently, my father was seriously ill. I was suddenly stopped by my mobile phone to endorse. There are too many things. It is better to postpone the marriage."

Duan Xiuqi still hasn't figured out the fact that mobile endorsements were stopped.

At this time, Duan Feihan's icy voice leaped, like a cold dew in the cool breeze: "Father will not be seriously ill, and the third brother and sister can prepare for the wedding.

Everyone looked at Duan Feihan, and Duan Xiuqi met his gaze, cold light collided.

Duan Xingye enthusiastically took the package of medicinal materials and ran toward the kitchen, shouting as he ran:

"Quickly, I got the medicine back, and quickly boil it for my grandpa to drink."

Several traditional Chinese medicine practitioners gathered together to make medicine, and the bitter taste of Chinese medicine filled the whole hall on the first floor, and the old gentlemen's exclamations were heard from time to time:

"Fu Linzi and Guifeng used together? Yes, yes, yes, I remember the ancient book said that the combination of these two medicines is extremely nourishing. Wizard! The person who prescribes this prescription is really a wizard!"

"These medicinal materials are very easy to buy in the market, and they are quite cheap. There are many medicines in it, but they are dissolved by another medicine and have a magical effect. On earth who prescribed this prescription? Wizards!"

The other old gentleman had scarlet eyes, and ignoring that the remaining decoction dregs were hot, he reached out and grabbed it.

Bai Chuwei did not have a prescription, but directly gave a package of medicinal materials. These old gentlemen wanted to learn, but they could only distinguish the medicine from the medicine residue.

They counted, and at last they almost dropped their jaws and concluded: "This medicine will cost 300 yuan at most."

It costs 300 to cure stomach cancer?

Is this going to shock the world?

Duan Feihan glanced sideways and said nothing.

Three hundred yuan?

He spent three hundred million.