Ye Wenchuan said lightly: "Brother, you said Ye Hao has a wife? Does he have a wife?"

"How did I hear they were divorced?"

"Don't tell me, to find a son-in-law these days, you have to pay attention to three obediences and four virtues, and you can't ask for married ones?"

"Brother, when did you become so rigid?"

"you--"

Ye Wencheng was rendered speechless by Ye Wenchuan, and almost died of anger at this moment.

Just when he was about to continue speaking, at this moment, he heard an indifferent but majestic voice, slowly saying: "Hong Kong gambling Yemen wants to recruit a son-in-law, why didn't I know?"

"Have you got my approval for this?"

"Or, my old lady, it's useless to talk now?"

In the next moment, the crowd quickly spread out to both sides.

In the deepest part of the hall, an old lady in a white robe came out surrounded by a dozen people.

Her face is thin, but still delicate, it can be vaguely seen that she was definitely a beauty when she was young.

In addition, she has a terrifying aura on her body. Just by looking at her and feeling her aura, one can't help but want to kneel down.

Beside Mrs. Ye, besides the women in plain clothes, there was also a man in a green robe with an indifferent expression.

Hong Kong gambling Yemen second room, Ye Wenshan, Ye Erye.

This Ye Wenshan has always been obsessed with martial arts. Although he can't show anything at the moment, his temples are bulging high, and he looks full of energy. He belongs to the type that can kill a cow with one punch.

In the middle of the crowd, Ye Hao also glanced at the old lady Ye indifferently.

This Mrs. Ye's aura is terrifying, she is not angry and pretentious.

It's a bit like the Lafayette in the braid play, people can see her at a glance, and they will understand that she must be pampered and superior, and she can do whatever she wants.

Such people are the most difficult to deal with, and also the scariest.

Because regardless of her qualifications, identity, background, energy and authority, she can dominate the audience.

I'm afraid that Ye Wenzheng, the head of the Hong Kong Gambling Yemen, will respectfully call out "Old Madam" in front of her.

"mom!"

"Old lady!"

"Old lady!"

"grandmother!"

Seeing the appearance of Mrs. Ye, no matter the guests or the nephews of Yemen's fourth house, they all quickly stepped forward to salute.

Some of the bottom of the generation kowtowed respectfully and made a "crack" sound, full of etiquette.

Even Ye Wencheng, Ye Baibing and other people who were on the verge of attacking their swords quickly restrained their killing intent at this moment, and waited respectfully for Mrs. Ye to preside over the overall situation.

But Ye Jiutian stepped forward, walked to the old lady Ye, supported her and said, "Grandma, why don't you rest in the back hall, the front is too noisy." JrNovels.com