The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 188 Lady of the Republic of China, online face slap (8) 2200+ words

  Since ancient times, inheriting family business has always been a man’s business!

  And now the world is so chaotic, how can a weak woman Su Qinghuan provoke the leader of the Su family!

  Wang’s mother was the first to react. She swept the short gun on the table, subconsciously thinking that it should be a toy to fool children.

  "Miss, don’t be self-willed. You are only 18 years old this year. Even if you are hurt by the white-eyed wolf of Zhang Yaozong, you still have to remarry. How can you stay in Su's house?"

  Wang’s mother knows how soft the original character is. She really doesn’t believe that the weak girl in front of her can carry the sky. She stared at Su Qinghuan seriously and shook her head in disapproval.

  And Su Qinghuan had long expected that her mom would not agree. She narrowed her eyes and smiled, sitting on the table lazily and calmly, but she turned her legs up as a pretty girl.

   "Mother Wang, why should a girl marry? I'm dignified Miss Su, can't I recruit?"

  Recruitment?

  The remaining five aunts, look at me and I look at you. They all stared at Su Qinghuan in shock. Obviously, I couldn’t believe this was what my lady could say.

   Although the five of them were a little careful in the Su family, they knew that it was extremely difficult for Old Su to have children, so they broke off the idea of ​​becoming a mother of the house by being pregnant, and basically regarded Su Qinghuan as half a sister and half a daughter.

   Hearing that Su Qinghuan wanted to hire a son-in-law at this moment completely broke through the three views of this group of women.

   "Miss, you are not burnt, are you?"

  The Kyushu Kingdom has been tainted by Confucian culture for thousands of years. Even if the family is poor, which ambitious son-in-law would be willing to come and be a son-in-law?

  Even if there are those who are really willing to join the family, they are mostly wolf ambitions, fancy the Su family’s fortunes, and want to lose out!

  Wang’s mother is almost fifty years old anyway. Seeing more stories of this kind of unhappy man, she is really worried that Su Qinghuan will suffocate her heart after being divorced from his wife and want to retaliate against Zhang’s family.

   "Miss, you might as well be soft with Wu Ye. Wu Ye only values ​​the Su family's huge assets, but we can't compete with them, so we might as well just give up."

"The fifth master will not be troubled with you if you take the family property. Let the fifth master give you the palm of your hand. As your patron, see if there are any unmarried, upright sons in Jiangcheng, so that you can marry again gracefully. go out."

  The middle-aged woman tried to touch Su Qinghuan’s forehead to see if Su Qinghuan’s brain was really burnt, but the little fox suddenly stood up.

   "Wang Ma, you are really confused. If Su Qian really cares about the life and death of my cheap niece, will he let the Zhang family bully me so badly?"

  Su Qinghuan took a deep breath, her voice extremely cold.

   "I'm not a kid anymore, I don't need to rely on anyone."

  Speaking, Su Qinghuan suddenly picked up the gun on the table and hit a vase in the living room.

With a bang, the vase cracked.

  The women in the living room screamed loudly. They didn't expect that Su Qinghuan was actually holding a real gun!

   Seeing Su Qinghuan’s cold eyes, even Wang Ma was stunned.

  Miss, is this serious?

   "I still said that. If you want to follow me, just continue to stay in the Su Mansion, and leave by yourself if you don't want to follow me."

  Su Qinghuan scanned the bright faces of Aunt Hong, Xiao Lian and others. The youngest aunt was only one year older than her, and she was nineteen this year.

  Women live on men. This is the tragedy of the times.

  "You have also worked hard to serve my father these years. Now my aunts are almost in their 20s to 30s, and the road ahead is still long..."

  The girl paused, it was rare for her to have a bit of compassion for the same **** in her heart, and even her eyebrows that had been dyed like ice and snow were stained with warmth.

   "If all aunts want to remarry out of the house, I can also prepare a little dowry for you on behalf of my father, and I will treat it as all these years of love."

  "Miss...we..."

  Several aunts really had this idea, but they were embarrassed by Su Qinghuan's face to face, and they lowered their heads in shame.

  And Wang Ma felt even more buzzing in her ears.

   "Miss, are you crazy? Are you going to give your father a green hat?"

   "My father passed away, how can I say that he was cuckold?"

  Su Qinghuan sighed: “If he is alive in the sky, I’m afraid he will be happy to make more pairs of lovers.”

  Love in troubled times is more like finding solace. Everyone doesn’t know which day they will die. There is wine and drunk now.

  ……

Several aunts realized that Su Qinghuan really wanted to let them be free. Aunt Hong, who had thought of Su Qinghuan as a shield, couldn't make a sound on the spot.

  "Miss...we are not leaving, we stay with the lady."

The most rare thing in this world is a little sincerity. Of course, they are also afraid of facing Su Wuye. The current situation is chaotic, and no one knows what will happen to go out, but at this moment everyone's minds are a little firmer. .

  Su Qinghuan saw that the aunts were crying and want to stay, Su Qinghuan nodded, not surprised by this result.

   "Okay, then you go and do something for me."

  ……

  Su Qinghuan returned to the former boudoir of the original owner. She was lying on the mahogany-carved chaise couch, thinking of those crying women at home, and she felt a little heavy.

   "Host, why are you so upset? Are you really afraid that the door-to-door son-in-law is not reliable as you told Wang Ma?"

  System 233 thought that Su Qinghuan once had another shot into the soul pill, and couldn't help but eagerly said.

  "But the host, in fact, I think what Wang’s mother said is reasonable. You definitely don’t like the kind of short and poor son-in-law. If the other party is a young talent, you definitely don’t want to be a parent."

"Host, anyway, you have a shot of the soul pill that you haven't used yet. As long as you get pregnant once after taking it, I advise you to find a little brother who has a good face. There are also many foreigners."

   "Shut up, you! I'm not worried about this."

  Su Qinghuan is full of black lines, she hasn't been so impatient yet.

  ……

  The next day, the morning light shone.

  Jiangcheng Concession, a beautiful western-style building in Wanghu Mansion.

  A man wearing a black gown sat on the velvet sofa. He cast his eyes indifferently and scanned the fresh Jiangcheng Morning Post on the table.

  The first thing that catches your eye is the huge divorce news that occupies the main page.

  "Beyond the nickname, Su's firm daughter and Zhang Yaozong's great talent announced their divorce! 》

  The news uses the spring and autumn style, but it has obvious biases. It has described the ugly face of Zhang Yaozong's escape from the wedding night three years ago, and even alluded that Zhang Yaozong was inhumane.

  Su Qian scanned the full text with a glance and ten lines. He curled the corners of his lips indifferently, and a tearful face flashed in his mind many years ago.

  He was a little surprised that his weak niece would instigate reporters to attack his ex-husband in this way.

  ……

  But Su Qian didn't take this matter too seriously, until the butler suddenly ran over in a panic, holding a small box made of gold and jade.

  "Wuye! Miss Qinghuan said that I want to see you!"

   "No see."

  Su Qian shook his head. He put on his black felt hat and was about to go to the Su Clan firm for a meeting to prepare for the succession of the chairman.

  Unexpectedly, the butler puffed open the box and offered it tremblingly.

   "Fifth Lord, but Miss Qing Huan said, you will want to see her if you look at the things in this box."

  The box opened suddenly, revealing a jade-like transparent jade finger, which was still bloodied.

  In the morning light, the fingers were so faintly infiltrating.

  (End of this chapter)