Chapter 3970： Son, you are rejected by the blind dancer again

Chapter 3970, son, you are rejected by the blind dancer again (41)

Before she leaves Xianlefu, she will check everything out and take revenge on her.

As for Chu Yihan, after taking revenge, she has time to train well.

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Seeing Wei Hong still holding the gift box in his hand, Chu Yihan, who was leaning on the car with his back smoking a cigarette, frowned: "Confiscated again?"

threw only half of the cigarette on the ground, and smashed it fiercely with his toes, his face full of grumpy: "What's the matter with you? I can't give anything."

Wei Hong was also wronged in his heart.

"Master, people look down on it, so why bother with your hot face and cold butt?"

In addition to singing better, that face is better, where does this woman attract the young master?

And are those people outside crazy?

Every night when it gets dark, I ran to Xianlefu, and they all wore leather jackets, boots, tights, and weird hats with a concave in the center and turned-out brims on both sides.

Don’t everyone like to wear foreigners wearing dress skirts, shirt suits, woolen coats, etc.?

Why all of a sudden change to wear this?

Isn’t it just the woman who walked across the stage twice? Why has it become modern?

"Go!"

"It must be that your face is too stinky, that's why people don't even want to accept gifts."

Chu Yihan threw it over with a cold eye, turned around and got into the car, let the driver drive, and threw Wei Hong on the side of the road.

Wei Hong touched his face, feeling very unbalanced.

"What's wrong with my face? Eyes, nose, mouth, which one is wrong?"

The most important thing is that Miss Su is blind. She can't even see it. How can he not be pleasing to his eyes, so she won't accept the gift?

People obviously don’t want to talk to you, Master.

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Angrily returned home, Chu Yihan threw the black stand-collar uniform jacket on the sofa, and sat down.

Just about to pick up the teacup on the table to pour water, footsteps sounded on the stairs.

"I heard that you fell in love with a blind dancing girl, didn't you?"

Dashuai Chu, dressed in a home Tang suit, walked down the stairs with Mrs. Chu in a cheongsam.

Chu Yihan paused when he heard his voice, immediately poured himself a glass of cold water, and poured his head up.

Immediately afterwards, lift the jacket to go upstairs.

The handsome Chu didn't make a single shot, and blocked him in front of him with a sullen face: "Stop, haven't you heard me talking to you?"

"I warn you, you can play whatever you want, but if you dare to marry a dancer and come in, I will break your leg and throw you out."

Mrs. Chu glanced at the younger son who was also straight-faced, and quickly patted her husband's arm: "Master, I haven't figured it out yet. Why are you making such a big fire? What should I do if I scare the child?"

Chu handsomely snorted: "Just his lawless courage, can I still scare him?"

"I give you the best food, the best clothes, the best life, and raising you so big, didn't you let you fool around with a blind dancing girl, do you want my Chu family to be the laughingstock of the whole Haicheng? ?"

Chu Yihan pressed his lips tightly, and clenched his clothes tightly.

Which big mouth is   ?

These things were reported so soon.

"Okay, well, don't make such a big fire! Ask it clearly before you talk."

Mrs. Chu saw that the smell of gunpowder between the father and son was getting stronger and stronger, so she hurriedly helped her husband to sit on the sofa comfortingly.

Immediately walked over, pulled the youngest son to one side of the sofa and sat down, and asked softly:

"Yi Han, I heard someone say that you recently walked closer to a dancing girl, is it true?"

(End of this chapter)