On our wedding night, my husband changed!

Hua Zhenyue had a guilty conscience. Ever since he found his mistress, he had done a good job of keeping things secret. But after being beaten like this by his youngest daughter, he suddenly became a little confused.

"Yes, Asheng is right, family is the most important thing."

"Well, I believe you are a sensible person."

Hua Sheng didn't want to say more, just to save face for him, and also because he didn't want to cause trouble at home and let outsiders watch the excitement.

After Hua Sheng left, Hua Qing scolded us for a long time, "Look, this guy has been in heaven since he took grandma's inheritance and married into the Jiang family. He actually scolded us sisters, so forget it. Even my father was angry. Sure enough, those who grew up in the mountains are unqualified and uncultured. What is the difference between them and the wild girls in the mountains? Haha...I won't go. Whoever you love will go to the fourth sister's place? I'll go to mine. Who will do the work? The performance of the plastic surgery hospital has declined, and when the shareholders come to settle accounts with me, who will take care of it for me? "

After saying this, Hua Qing left angrily. To put it bluntly, he just didn't want to care about Hua Lin's affairs.

But it's also true that Hua Qing, even her husband who has slept with her for several years, is not treated well by her, let alone her fourth sister, whose relationship is just average?

Hua Feng and Hua Zhi didn't say much, they all had their own thoughts.

But Hua Zhenyue was a little scared. He always felt that Ah Sheng's words were told to him on purpose?

Could it be said that Asheng knew something?

"Master, Asheng is still young, and we have had little control over her since she was a child. Now that her mother has passed away, she has no one to rely on...so sometimes she does not act or speak properly. Don't blame her. No matter what happens, it is our fault." Mrs. Hua thought that her husband was depressed because of being criticized by his daughter, and she had no idea about the little Jiujiu in Hua Zhenyue's heart.

"Well, no, they are all our children, no matter how old or bad they are, I don't blame her."

After a few perfunctory words, Hua Zhenyue entered the study upstairs alone.

At this time, the mistress happened to send a WeChat message.

Qianqian: Husband, are you done? Don't forget to buy me a tube of mustard when you come here. I don't have any at home.

Hua Zhenyue: I have something to do at the moment, so I won’t go now. You can eat by yourself.

Qianqian: Huh? I don’t want it, but I agreed to eat seafood with them. How can you let me go?

Hua Zhenyue: Be good, don’t make trouble. If something really happens, eat by yourself first.

Qianqian: When will you come?

Hua Zhenyue: Not necessarily. I’ll contact you later.

Qianqian: Husband, you won’t want me anymore, right?

Hua Zhenyue: No, don’t think about it.

Qianqian: Okay, then you should be busy first, I miss you.

This mistress is really amazing. She is in her early 30s, and she actually calls a man who can be her father a husband, without any sense of violation. Otherwise, how could Hua Zhenyue be fascinated by her? Zhang Qian is also very capable and not very good-looking, but she just has the means.

Hua Zhenyue had a good reputation all his life, but he risked his life for her, which is enough to explain everything.

When leaving Hua's house, Hua Sheng went directly to the shop. Gingko called to say that a mysterious guest had arrived.

Hua Sheng was upset and passed without thinking too much.

"What about the guests?"

"Miss, the guest has left and you are late."

"Male and female?"

"I don't know. I'm wearing Hanfu and a veil. Otherwise, how can I say it's mysterious... I don't know if I'm a COS costume player or something, but it's very weird." Gingko complained wildly. She was originally here to clean up. , but I didn’t expect that I actually picked up a buyer and sold an antique. This was also fate.

"Did he buy it?"

"Well, I bought it. It's that broken fan." Ginkgo pointed to the place where the folding fan was originally placed. The price of [-] was written on the label.

Ginkgo and Chuntao had always thought that this shabby fan could be sold for fifty thousand, not to mention fifty thousand. Who would buy it? But some people just like it...

"Oh? He bought my Ruyi fan?" Hua Sheng was a little surprised.