The door-to-door son-in-law is a wealthy family

Xue Gui and Shen Sheng said: "Sister Yazhi, our family will be fine if we talk about it. After you go back, we will do what you said."

Zhao Lirou also hurriedly said: "Yes, I will do what you say. If you ask me to be the on-site supervisor, I will go. Is this the head office?"

Zhao Aoyang didn't speak, but stared at Xia Fan with resentful eyes.

Chen Lizhu came over and asked in a loud voice, "What happened?"

How could the three young men answer her? Isn't this a slap in the face.

They pretended they didn't hear it, they just kept persuading Xue Yazhi to go back.

Xia Fan spoke with a cold tone.

"Didn't you see? My wife was so angry that she became sick and listless. Let her go and go back, and let her go back? She doesn't want face, but I want face as her husband."

"Yazhi, don't talk nonsense with these people, I'll help you go back to your room to rest."

With that said, he helped Xue Yazhi up.

Although Xue Yazhi was a little puzzled, she was obedient and let him help her up the stairs.

She pretended to be pretty, leaning into his arms, feeling warm.

Zhao Lirou shouted: "Xia Fan, what does this have to do with you? It's not your turn to talk to Sister Yazhi!"

Xue Yazhi spoke, her voice was equally cold.

"It's my turn! Xia Fan is my husband, what he says represents me, and what he does represents me. If you look down on him, you look down on me."

The words were so loud that the three young men dared not make a sound, they could only watch Xia Fan help Xue Yazhi up, and then looked at each other in blank dismay.

He looked at Chen Lizhu and begged her to be a good person and speak up.

Chen Lizhu was also very embarrassed at the moment. Just after she finished speaking, if there was a turning point in this matter, she would slap Xia Fan to sweep the bedroom.

This time, the turning point came, and it turned so miraculously, the rhythm of the turning point.

She could only say: "Don't worry, my daughter will go back, and I will persuade her well. Xia Fan is too much, and I will teach you a good lesson."

Although the three young men did not hold out any hope, they still nodded.

After a while, Xia Fan came down and sat on the sofa with some pride.

Chen Lizhu shouted at him: "Don't you hurry up and let Yazhi go back to work? Do you think her husband is qualified to make decisions for her? I'm still her mother!"

Xia Fan pretended not to hear, patted his thigh, looked at the three pale-faced people, and took his time.

"My wife is ill with anger and mentally damaged. I guess it's worth at most [-] to [-] yuan just to buy these gifts, isn't this too outrageous?"

"Then what do you want?" Zhao Aoyang couldn't help howling.

Xia Fan said lightly: "Give compensation, a hundred thousand spiritual compensation is enough."

Zhao Lirou said loudly: "Xia Fan, you're dreaming! You're such a lion, I won't give you a penny!"

Xia Fan smiled, got up suddenly and drove them outside.

The door opened, and the three bastards were blasted out.

He stood at the door with a wicked smile on his face.

"Let's discuss it outside, it's only 10 yuan. If you hand over this compensation, Yazhi will go back to work tomorrow morning. If you can't get it out, you can take your time as a manager."

Said, bang, and closed the door.

Chen Lizhu yelled at him:
"Xia Fan, you're crazy! They've come to your door to beg my daughter to go back to be the manager, what else do you want? Be careful! If they get angry and go back to sue the old man, and the old man blames me and my daughter, I'll be the only one ask!"

As she spoke, she poked Xia Fan with her finger.

Xia Fan looked at the mother-in-law with some pity, and spoke a little rudely.

"Mom, when will you be sober? Do you really want to sweep my bedroom with a slap?"

Respecting the mother-in-law who despises herself is just for the sake of the wife, and she will not be polite when it is time to teach her a lesson.

Chen Lizhu turned pale with anger.

"Little bastard, do you dare to say such things to me? Do you think I can't really cure you? If they are really angry and go away, my daughter can't be restored to the position of manager, and I will definitely punish you to death."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again.

Chen Lizhu was overjoyed, and hurried to open the door, revealing three faces that looked like dead parents.

Zhao Lirou gritted her teeth and said every word: "10 yuan, right? OK, Xia Fan, I'll give it to you, but Xue Yazhi must go back to work tomorrow."

She transferred the money, and when she left, she said something harshly.

"Today I'll give in, but tomorrow it's still unknown who will win. My identity is something you can't afford!"

After Xia Fan closed the door, Xue Yazhi ran downstairs.

She glared at Xia Fan: "You chicken thief, it doesn't count if you extorted so many gifts, and you need her to get 10 yuan in compensation."

Xia Fan laughed, holding the phone and said softly:
"It's what you deserve. It made you so angry that you sat alone at the door of the company and almost didn't cry. Shouldn't you ask for some money to compensate? My wife's tears are worth the lives of the three of them." !!"

Having said that, there was a faint evil spirit.

Although Xue Yazhi felt a little scary, but more of a sense of warmth and security.

She argued: "Who said I almost cried? I didn't want to cry at all, I just felt bored."

"Okay, okay, you just feel bored."

Xia Fan smiled: "I'll transfer the money to you, and you can buy whatever you want. I heard that women are in a bad mood, and once they buy something, they will be fine."

Xue Yazhi's face was full of brilliance, and she looked at the man in front of her with some love, thinking in her heart, how good he is to me.

At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the side.

"Xia Fan, don't transfer your 10 yuan to my daughter. Transfer it to my account. You young people have so much money in your hands, and you spend it all at once. Daughter, I will keep this money for you."

Chen Lizhu was careless when she said this, and wanted to grab Xia Fan's mobile phone to transfer money by herself, so as to see how much money was in the account of the visiting son-in-law.

Fortunately, Xia Fan had a sharp eye and a quick hand, so he quickly retracted his phone.

Xue Yazhi was upset: "Mom, I gave you almost 200 million last time, why do you even want the 10 now?"

Chen Lizhu suddenly became unhappy: "What do you mean even the 10 yuan? I don't want to spend the money myself, but just keep it for you. At most, I will invest it. Money begets money, and in the end it is not yours."

Xue Yazhi's face was full of black lines, and she wanted to argue.

Xia Fan pulled her and said softly, "Okay, don't quarrel with Mom. Isn't it just 10 yuan, I'll transfer it to you."

After speaking, he transferred the money to Chen Lizhu's account.

Not long after, the message came.

Seeing the extra 10 yuan in the account, Chen Lizhu immediately bared her teeth.

Then he ordered Xia Fan to cook, and said: "Daughter, come and share this gift. There is also a good watch here, at least 1 yuan. It suits me, I want it."

As he spoke, he grabbed a box in his hand.

Xue Yazhi frowned: "Mom, did you make a mistake? That watch is obviously for men, and it's not bad for Xia Fan. How can you say it's suitable for you?"

Chen Lizhu stared: "I like to wear men's watches, can't I? Say it's mine, it's mine."

Facing such an overbearing mother, Xue Yazhi could only smile wryly.