Chapter 563

"Uncle, aunt!"

Qin's poems and poems frowned, wrinkling into a group, barely squeeze out a smile.

Luo Heng put the mobile phone in his hand into his pocket, immediately stood up, staring at the graceful figure of Qin Shi Shi, and swallowed secretly, "Shi Shi cousin, you are really more and more beautiful girl!"

Speaking, he went straight to Lin Xuan, Qin poetry, swaggering, very cool drag appearance.

His stealthy eyes were swimming on Qin's poems in professional clothes, and his eyes were about to fall out of them.

"Tut Tut, for three years, this disabled person has not changed at all. He still follows my cousin's buttocks like a follower and eats a soft meal by leaning against it..."

"You've really disgraced our men..." Luo Heng looked sarcastic, staring at Lin Xuan and said coldly, "speaking of it, if it wasn't for you, who married my cousin, it would be me."

"Hey hey, do you know what it means to have relatives, and the fat water doesn't flow into the field of outsiders?"

Luo Heng's words made Qin Shi Shi extremely disgusted and disgusted. She glared at Luo Heng fiercely, "Luo Heng, shut up for me, long time no see, you are still so dog's mouth can't spit out ivory."

Luo Heng didn't know the shame at all. Instead, he said with pride: "cousin of poetry, if the dog spits out ivory, I would have sold it."

"You..." Qin's poetry was so brazen that he was dumb.

"You mean, you're a dog!" Who knows, Lin Xuan's sharp eyes like a sword shoot at Luo Heng, gloomy tunnel.

Luo Heng's smiling face immediately became stiff, embarrassed and twisted, and his eyes became fierce and exposed. He glared at Lin Xuan, "what are you, what are you, dare to call me a dog?"

Tian Feng, sitting on one side of the sofa, sprang to her feet and strode over to Lin Xuan with her waist crossed and spitting at Lin Xuan. She scolded, "you can tell me what a dog is. Who do you call a dog?"

"Your son-in-law, who is not as good as an abandoned dog, is there a place for you to speak in this family?"

"I'll give you a chance to kneel down immediately, kowtow to my henger and apologize, and I'll spare you. Otherwise, I'll take your last name if I don't interrupt you!"

Because in the impression of Luo Ping's family, Lin Xuan, the son-in-law attracted by Qin poetry, is a soft egg who can trample on his feet.

However, such snobbish as Tian Feng is more ferocious than Luo Ping. This is the real absolute shrew.

At present, even in the hillside villa, if they are guests, they will immediately make a fuss over the guests and dominate the house. They should show a master's posture and teach Lin Xuan a good lesson.

After all, Lin Xuan has not followed Luo Ping to her mother's house for a long time.

Luo Heng and Tian Feng naturally think that Lin Xuan is still as weak and incompetent as before. He can bully and humiliate him. If he wants to kneel, he has to kneel.

They just came to the city and came to the hillside villa. Looking at such a luxurious villa, it seemed like a fairyland. They thought that all these were created by Qin poetry.

In this way, Lin Xuan's status in the Qin family was even worse than that of a slave. They could also rely on Luo Ping's relationship with his nephew to humiliate Lin Xuan.

Luo Heng is also bossy, raised some dirty shoes, pointed to the toe of the shoes, ridiculed tone, "waste son-in-law, as long as you kneel down, lick the shoes for me, I will not care about you!"

Lin Xuan clenched his fist. Even though he was always happy and angry, he was still angry in his chest, his blood was boiling, and he was clenching his teeth. The knuckle bones of his fist made a "creaking" sound of frying soybeans.

Qin Shishi secretly tugged at the corner of his coat to indicate that he should not be impulsive. However, her sullen look immediately drooped down and said in a deep voice: "Luo Heng, don't be too much, but Lin Xuan is your cousin husband in any way!"

"cousin husband? Ha ha ha, my cousin, do you want to laugh me to death? In my eyes, he is a rotten dog to death

Luo Heng said arrogantly, and took a step forward and grasped the hand of Qin poetry. He looked affectionately, "cousin of poetry, you have always been the goddess in my mind..."

"I've heard that even if this waste has been in the company for more than three years, he has no chance to touch your hand. You must be waiting for me to keep your body like a jade?"

"Yuanyang, is it better for us to be a poet

Luo Ping and Qin Zhenhua on one side were also stunned, staring blankly at the scene in front of them, "brother, this This Heng Er he He... "

Luo Ping originally wanted Luo Hua to dissuade Luo Heng, but who knows, Luo Hua also sighed: "sister, you open your eyes and see carefully. In terms of appearance and temperament, which of our own heng'er is worse than that useless son-in-law?"

"To tell you the truth, I also agree that poetry and heng'er should be together, and they should be close to each other, brother-in-law, don't you think so?"

Luo Ping and Qin Zhenhua are speechless, so they have to stand by and stare."LuoHeng, you are crazy, you let me go!" Qin's poems and poems struggled, his eyebrows were low, and he snapped.

Who knows, Luo Heng really does not want to die, took her hand, a bad smile, said viciously: "I do not, poetry, I come this time, is to take your hand, never let go of my life. Let me be your man, let you be a happy woman... "

Tian Feng also urged: "yes, poetry, you are a smart man. By contrast, the waste husband picked up from the garbage heap can't be compared with my constant son-in-law. We are the right couple, and you are the perfect couple!"

In their narcissism, they completely ignored Lin Xuan, who had been killing people for a long time.

Luo Heng's words are more frivolous, and his actions towards Qin's poems are even more ambiguous. He even takes Qin's hands, puts his mouth together and kisses them down!

"Pa!"

A clapping, which was almost echoed in the living room, slapped Luo Heng on his cheek. All of a sudden, Luo Heng's cheek became red and swollen.

Qin's poetry was opened and protected behind Lin Xuan. Then, there was a murmur, as if from the devil's low roar in the eighteen layers of hell. "Dog, which chicken feather are you? Dare you blaspheme poetry in my house. Are you afraid of your life? Do you want to die

Cold words, sharp hand, shake hands is "Pa Pa Pa" several slaps, crisp sound, slapped Luo Heng's cheek.

Luo Heng was stunned. He was just about to open his mouth and swore, "lie down, trough, your ancestors are ten..."

"Click!"

His neck is like someone else twisting the neck of a duck. He pinches his throat directly. He doesn't respond at all. He feels empty under his feet and has stood a few feet

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