Chapter 111

"Loser, you have to die. You dare to do this to your brother-in-law. I will not let you go even if I am a ghost. I swear, I swear..."

"Loser, I'm here to curse you and your whole family. Curse that you and Yan Jiujiu will not die well... "

"You're a loser. You die every day. Why don't you die? Why? Why? "

Blind, Yan fire side rolling on the ground, while the pain curse.

"Puff..."

Two hands of a knife twist, Yan fire's tongue also got down.

In an instant, the whole club was quiet.

"Pack him up and give him to Zhang Huali. Remember, don't let him die."

Ye Yang said hello.

"Yes..."

The little demon answered and waved.

Soon, several people like dead dog general Yanhuo away.

Yanhuo is dragged away, Xiaoyao immediately follows up, Zhongxiong stays to clean up the scene.

"Help me take back Yan's villa and Yan's group."

Ye Yang is walking towards Xiaoyao road.

"Good..."

The little demon nodded.

"In addition, prepare for Lingtang..."

Ye Yang said, directly into his car, driving his car away.

"Alas..."

The little demon sighed.

She has already reminded Ye Yang that at some time, she can't be kind.

Once the mercy, will only make the tragedy bigger.

"Pack up that rubbish and send it to Zhang Huali's house."

The little demon yelled.

"Yes..."

The boys began to speed up and start processing.

……

"My son should come back and blame the old man's death on Yan Jiujiu, the slut and the loser, and then take back 100 billion yuan from Xiaohua, the slut. By that time, we will be able to go abroad. With money, I can do anything, even marry a foreigner, Gaga, Gaga... "

Zhang Huali walked around the room, his eyes full of ferocity, and his mouth chattered to himself.

As long as you have money, everything is easy to say.

What family? All husbands are jokes.

"No, when my son comes back, I have to score half of my money to feel safe. Yes, give me half. "

The more Zhang Huali thought about it, the more strange he became.

After all, she also understood a truth.

Only by holding money in hand can it represent everything.

Otherwise, she is still nothing.

"Dong Dong..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Son, back..."

Zhang Huali will open the door immediately.

However, the door opened, the door is not Yan Huo, but two men, two men also carrying a box.

"Are you Zhang Huali?"

The man on the left asked.

"Yes..."

Zhang Huali nodded.

"This is your home."

The man carried the box directly into the room and said.

"My family?"

Zhang Huali was stunned.

But instead of answering, the man turned and walked out.

"Is it a gift from my son? It must be, it must be, ha ha! My son is filial, ha ha... "

The more Zhang Huali thought about it, the more excited he was.

Then go get the scissors and open the box.

However, when the box was opened, a smell of blood came.

I saw a bloody pimple without hands, feet, eyes and tongue in the box.

What's more, this bloody pimple is very familiar.

This bloody pimple is not his son. Who is it?

What's going on?

How could that be?

Who can tell her what happened?

Why did her son become like this?

"No... it's not true, it's not true, it's not..."

Zhang Huali burst into tears and pounced on Yan Huo, "son, who did it, who did it, son..."

The husband died, the son became like this again?

Who did it?

Who did it?

Who is so cruel to make his son like this.

"If I had known that, why should I have done it."

When Zhang Huali cried aloud, a man came in from the outside. This man was Xiaoyao. Xiaoyao found a chair and sat down.

"It's you? It's you. It's you who made my son like this, right? Why? Why? Where did he offend you? Where did he offend you... "

After Zhang Huali saw clearly that it was the little demon, he cried and roared maliciously.

"He didn't offend me, but he offended my boss. He went to frame my boss on the ground of killing his father. Do you think your son should die? "

Xiaoyao asked with a smile.

"Your boss? How is that possible? I don't know who my son is. He is so simple and kind that he will frame up your boss and offend your boss? "

Zhang Huali is anxious and crying, heartbroken.

"Simple? good? Are you satirizing me? Your son killed his father and sister. Is that pure? Good? What's more, to frame his sister and brother-in-law with his father's death is called simplicity? "

Small demon disgusted said: "I should say you Yan family enough shameless? Or should say, you Zhang gorgeous enough shameless. If a good wife of Yan family doesn't do it, she has to go to death, she has to put others to death. Is that what you are? How about now? Your husband was killed by you, and your son was turned into a waste by you. Are you satisfied? Ha ha... "

"I'll fight with you, fight with you..."

Like crazy, Zhang Huali pounced on the little demon.

"Puff..."

The little demon kicked Zhang Huali's stomach. Zhang Huali knelt down and covered his stomach. His face turned pale.

"Think about it! Your Yan family is gradually going to ruin and fall. Whose fault is it? "

The small demon says disgustedly.

Then the clothes swung, turned and left immediately.

"Kill you, I'll kill you..."

Zhang Huali is unwilling to cry and shout.

Xiaoyao's words really hit her heart, she just couldn't swallow a breath.

Not reconciled to Yan Jiujiu better than his son, not reconciled, the loser stood on the head of their family.

That's why she turned black and white upside down and went all the way to black.

I don't know. They lost again and again.

Now not only the husband has lost, but also the son.

"Son, son, it's mom who hurt you! It's not my mother, it's my mother... "

From small to large, Zhang Huali has been spoiling his son, no matter whether his son is right or wrong, he is right.

This led to so many things happened in the company after returning to the family, which made the company encounter crisis again and again, and then blame Yan Jiujiu and wunang again and again.

Even, during the prison, all the dirty water was poured on Yan Jiujiu and wunang.

Finally, it is a road that can not be retained.

Zhang Huali regretted it. He really regretted it completely.

If it wasn't for my own stupidity or my own lies.

How can a husband die?

How could a son be like this.

"Son, son..."

Zhang Huali cried in despair.