Chapter 423 Chapter 3 Guoli, I will take care of my nephew

Author: Baishang Prawn Rice

Chapter 423 Chapter 3 Guoli, I will take care of my nephew

As we all know, Chinese people say that raising children to prevent old age, but Zhang Mo disagrees. After being a son for 22 years, how can he not know what a son is?

He was careless and slumped on the sofa. After all, I was not afraid to act rashly. His throat was dull and he became addicted to smoking. He slammed his legs and said without hesitation: "Lao Zhang, what a big deal, wouldn't he beat a woman. At worst, I won't be able to do this."

He glanced at Zhang Guoli, paced uneasy, curled his lips, arrogant and domineering: "Stupid bitch, the cuckold has taken me on my head, I..."

"Shut up."

In the living room, Zhang Guoli interrupted his anger and pointed his fingers, trembling with anger.

Fuck.

If I had known this was the case, I should have shot on the wall at the beginning, and I was so angry that I was so angry that I scolded: "Beast, if you urinate, do you still have the same students now?"

"Smoking, drinking, dancing, and not returning home at night." Zhang Guoli scolded: "This time, you dare to hit people in public. Such a beautiful girl, at the same age as a flower, let's see what you have beaten them?"

"You're breaking the law, do you know?"

"Illegal law, I can live for half a month, and my ears are just clean."

"Beast, you are lawless!"

"Beast, if I were a beast." Zhang Mo's face turned pale and his mouth curled with a smile: "You are an old beast."

"how?"

"Now you pretend to be a good father, what did you do?" Zhang Mo looked despised: "You are allowed to abandon your family and not let me hit anyone?"

"It's all beasts, what are you doing?"

"You...you..."

Tension.

The father and son did not have an overnight revenge, Zhang Guoli was cold and his chest was up and down, and he was going to be angry tonight.

It's almost time to fight.

In the corner, the woman with a pretty figure in pink pajamas and a soft-shaped woman advised her: "Guoli, forget it, don't be angry, he is only 22 years old this year."

"He's just a child!"

Deng Jiesu stroked his husband with his hand and tentatively said, "Demon, apologize to your father quickly. Your father is old and he cares about you."

Deng Jie and Zhang Guoli are second marriages, and Zhang Mo is the son of Zhang Guoli's ex-wife.

The couple is ashamed of their children. They have been married for so many years and have not had children.

Deng Jie's good wife and mother are helpless, but the stepmother is hard to do.

especially.

Deng Jie was afraid that he would be severe, so he angered the demon king of the world and said: "Demon, don't be willful, you still have to learn. Don't worry, even if your mother loses her life, she will help you settle it."

"Who are you?" Zhang Mo leaned back, his legs spread apart, his elbows were stuck, and his eyes looked at him: "It's you, you are not an actor, don't say, the acting is very good, I'll reward you."

Said.

He picked an apple, threw it away, and smiled with a smile: "Pick it up, I'll give it to you."

"Beast, beast..." Zhang Guoli shouted in his throat: "Your father, I am also an actor."

He is strong all his life, so why did he give birth to such a beast?

I can't control it.

Zhang Guoli was in good health, but at this time, he was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Deng Jie looked ugly and could not hide his loss. He hugged his husband with both hands: "Forget it, forget it, he is still young, let's teach it well, this child is not bad by nature."

At this time.

The phone rang, Zhang Guoli glanced at the phone, took a deep breath, glared, and smiled and said, "Brother Han, why did you have time to call my brother?"

"Brother Zhang." Han Qiao smiled and said, "Isn't this? Zeng Li found me and said that Brother Zhang and the nursery raunch had some misunderstandings. Please let me talk to each other."

"It's better to choose a day than to meet the day. Brother Zhang is free, so it's better to take him out to meet him."

Zeng Li looked for Han Qiao and came out to uphold justice.

Zhang Guoli was silent for a moment, and he knew Han Qiao's methods clearly.

Zhang Mo bumped into his hand and would even shed his skin even if he didn't die.

"Brother Zhang, what are you thinking?" Han Qiao said casually: "Brother Zhang, you are my brother, and Brother Zhang is my eldest nephew. Can I bully my eldest nephew?"

"Brother Han, I'm joking." Zhang Guoli felt relaxed and said with a smile: "Then I will bring this unfilial son, meet my uncle, and recognize the door."

Hang up the phone.

Deng Jie looked puzzled, and the voice on the phone was very young: "Guoli, who is it?"

"Hanqiao."

"He." Deng Jie was panicked and burst out: "What did he ask the demon to do?"

Who is Hanqiao?

Who doesn’t know that when he is in the Beijing circle, he looks worried that Zhang Mo is the devil king of the world.

Han Qiao is the Monkey King.

A stick, knocking Lingxiao, is one of the best in the industry.

Stand Zhang Mo to death.

Just like strangling the chick to death, Deng Jie was in a hurry and shouted: "Guoli, no, we still have to go to Jiang Wen and ask him to come forward to talk to him."

"Who said I won't go?"

Zhang Mo was stubborn, and Deng Jie was not grateful for his good intentions, and he said rebelliously: "Han Qiao is right, you are afraid of him, I am not afraid of him."

"He sees me?" Zhang Mo arrogantly: "Nonsense, I see him."

……………………

"that's all?"

"that's all!"

In Chaoyang District, a private restaurant, a private room, a mobile phone was placed on it, Han Qiao shrugged: "If this is not the case, what else can you do?"

Nothing big.

It would be great if Mr. Han could take care of it.

Zeng Li put his hands on her knees. In winter, her top was a tight white wool sweater and light blue jeans.

They are all big stars.

But there is a kind of bookish spirit with quiet years. In the eyes, there is a clear stupidity. He stroked the broken hair of the ear wall and warned: "Han Qiao, both of them are students. You are a despicable person in society. Don't ruin them."

"Big Lizi." Han Qiao looked straight and looked at him, "You are sick."

"Who is sick!"

Han Qiao's eyes were hot, and Zeng Li said, "Don't talk nonsense, I can complain to Xiaolan."

"Your eyes are sick." Han Qiao's voice was confident: "If you are not sick, you can't say such nonsense."

"Don't swear." Zeng Li muttered: "It's flowing."

Han Qiao shrugged.

This is an occupational disease, and teachers are like this.

The two of them were talking, and at this moment, a cautious knock on the door came from outside the door.

"Teacher Zeng, Han...Mr. Han..." The girl spoke restrainedly: "I am a nursery rhyme, can I come in?"

"Enter." Zeng Li stood up with a warning sign with his eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, it scares the little girl."

She and Han Qiao are old friends, and Qin Lan is also a good friend, and she is close to each other.

Get along casually.

"Teacher Zeng."

Push the door open.

Door.

Girls have pure temperament, white shoes, jeans, winter, and white down jacket.

Delicate nose bridge.

There was still snow on his head, his body was covered in plain colors, his hands were restrained and bowed ninety degrees.

After lasting for several seconds, he straightened his waist and said in a weak voice: "Hello, Mr. Han."
To be continued...