Chapter: 403
Last night, he couldn't fall asleep because he was so excited, he was laughing in his dreams!
Lu Chenxu stared at Fan Laosan who was smiling like a flower, frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust crossed his eyes: "One million?"
When Fan Laosan heard him say this, he was taken aback and shook his head: "No, it's ten million!"
"Ten million?" Mo Xiaodie stood up abruptly: "Fan Laosan, why don't you grab the bank!"
Fan Laosan picked up the toothpick on the coffee table, picked his teeth, and looked at Mo Xiaodie slantingly: "This little money shouldn't be a big deal to your Lu family, right?"
"Seven years ago, if it weren't for our husband and wife, both day and night, to go to the child to see a doctor, you would not see your son today. The life of your son, the president of the Lu Group, should be more than ten million! I! This is still conscientious!" The genius remembers the Chinese language in one second
Mo Xiaodie wanted to say something, but Lu Chenxu held her hand: "Ten million, okay, I promise you."
"You, he beats the child every day, why did you give him 10 million!" Mo Xiaodie was puzzled and asked angrily.
Lu Chenxu handed her a calm look and said to Fan Laosan, "But I have a condition for Dasheng to spend the day with us. Tomorrow night, I will have someone transfer the money to you. How about?"
"No, I don't agree!" Cui Ye had already eavesdropped on their conversation at the door for some time. At this moment, she suddenly jumped out and strongly opposed it.
Fan Laosan glared at her: "Go out, who told you to overhear, go and cook, what does a woman know?"
Cui Ye didn't even fear him anymore this time, and went straight into the room on the east side. Before Fan Lao San still had a reaction, she had already locked the door.
In the room, he asked timidly: "Mom, why are you locking the door?"
Cuiye shouted at Fan San in the room: "Dasheng is my son, Fan San, you don't want to sell my son."
Fan Laosan rushed over and kicked the door fiercely: "Cui Ye, this bitch, you know what a fart, Mr. Lu and his wife are Dasheng’s parents, Dasheng will follow you. , What can you do. You quickly open the door to Lao Tzu."
Cuiye was silent for a while, and then shouted: "Fan Laosan, unless I die, I won't let them take Dasheng away."
Fan Laosan pushed the door hard, but he couldn't open it anyway. He angrily took the axe from the outside, ready to split the door.
Mo Xiaodie stepped forward and stopped him: "What are you going to do? This will scare the child."
Fan Laosan glared at her: "If she doesn't open the door, what do you say? Don't you want a son anymore?"
When Lu Chenxu walked over and stretched out his hand, he pulled Mo Xiaodie behind him, and gave Fan Laosan a cold look: "Let’s go first, your husband and wife will discuss it carefully, it’s just—"
He paused, his eyes became sharp: "If the child has a wound again, I will call the police directly, and you don't even want to get a penny!"
Thinking that he will soon become a multimillionaire, Fan Laosan hurriedly laughed: "President Lu, don’t worry, I will talk to Cuiye and I will send the child to the village head at the latest this afternoon. Home."
Lu Chenxu glanced at the locked door, and nodded: "I hope you have your words!"
Then, he took Mo Xiaodie's hand and left Fan Lao San's house.
Mo Xiaodie was puzzled and complained to him: "What do you mean? We are gone. What if he beats his wife and children again?"
Lu Chenxu raised his hand and rubbed her hair: "Don't worry, he wouldn't dare for the ten million."
"By the way, why did you promise to give him 10 million, he is such a rascal, he might do anything wicked after he gets the money!" JrNovels.com
Lu Chenxu stared at Fan Laosan who was smiling like a flower, frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust crossed his eyes: "One million?"
When Fan Laosan heard him say this, he was taken aback and shook his head: "No, it's ten million!"
"Ten million?" Mo Xiaodie stood up abruptly: "Fan Laosan, why don't you grab the bank!"
Fan Laosan picked up the toothpick on the coffee table, picked his teeth, and looked at Mo Xiaodie slantingly: "This little money shouldn't be a big deal to your Lu family, right?"
"Seven years ago, if it weren't for our husband and wife, both day and night, to go to the child to see a doctor, you would not see your son today. The life of your son, the president of the Lu Group, should be more than ten million! I! This is still conscientious!" The genius remembers the Chinese language in one second
Mo Xiaodie wanted to say something, but Lu Chenxu held her hand: "Ten million, okay, I promise you."
"You, he beats the child every day, why did you give him 10 million!" Mo Xiaodie was puzzled and asked angrily.
Lu Chenxu handed her a calm look and said to Fan Laosan, "But I have a condition for Dasheng to spend the day with us. Tomorrow night, I will have someone transfer the money to you. How about?"
"No, I don't agree!" Cui Ye had already eavesdropped on their conversation at the door for some time. At this moment, she suddenly jumped out and strongly opposed it.
Fan Laosan glared at her: "Go out, who told you to overhear, go and cook, what does a woman know?"
Cui Ye didn't even fear him anymore this time, and went straight into the room on the east side. Before Fan Lao San still had a reaction, she had already locked the door.
In the room, he asked timidly: "Mom, why are you locking the door?"
Cuiye shouted at Fan San in the room: "Dasheng is my son, Fan San, you don't want to sell my son."
Fan Laosan rushed over and kicked the door fiercely: "Cui Ye, this bitch, you know what a fart, Mr. Lu and his wife are Dasheng’s parents, Dasheng will follow you. , What can you do. You quickly open the door to Lao Tzu."
Cuiye was silent for a while, and then shouted: "Fan Laosan, unless I die, I won't let them take Dasheng away."
Fan Laosan pushed the door hard, but he couldn't open it anyway. He angrily took the axe from the outside, ready to split the door.
Mo Xiaodie stepped forward and stopped him: "What are you going to do? This will scare the child."
Fan Laosan glared at her: "If she doesn't open the door, what do you say? Don't you want a son anymore?"
When Lu Chenxu walked over and stretched out his hand, he pulled Mo Xiaodie behind him, and gave Fan Laosan a cold look: "Let’s go first, your husband and wife will discuss it carefully, it’s just—"
He paused, his eyes became sharp: "If the child has a wound again, I will call the police directly, and you don't even want to get a penny!"
Thinking that he will soon become a multimillionaire, Fan Laosan hurriedly laughed: "President Lu, don’t worry, I will talk to Cuiye and I will send the child to the village head at the latest this afternoon. Home."
Lu Chenxu glanced at the locked door, and nodded: "I hope you have your words!"
Then, he took Mo Xiaodie's hand and left Fan Lao San's house.
Mo Xiaodie was puzzled and complained to him: "What do you mean? We are gone. What if he beats his wife and children again?"
Lu Chenxu raised his hand and rubbed her hair: "Don't worry, he wouldn't dare for the ten million."
"By the way, why did you promise to give him 10 million, he is such a rascal, he might do anything wicked after he gets the money!" JrNovels.com
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