While ensuring that the view will not be missed, it also ensures that mosquitoes and moisture will not enter the hall.

And the wood carvings on the hall are old things no matter how you look at them. After all, the color of many wood carvings has peeled off, but it seems that some people deliberately don't repair them.

Coupled with the room full of cultural and antiques, people feel that everything in this house is more valuable than the things in an ordinary museum just by looking at it.

In the house, there are four middle-aged beauties in cheongsams gathered around a mahjong table.

They are all in a mediocre posture, holding hookah and red wine in their hands, sitting still, and occasionally playing a mahjong tile lazily. They seem to be in full swing, but it also shows that these beauties His life and spirit are incomparably empty.

And the one sitting in the main seat was a beautiful woman with curly hair. She had an exquisite face and a fiery figure. The chips piled up in front of her also showed that she was unparalleled in momentum today, killing all directions.

When seeing Situ Yao appear, the beauty played a card in her hand, came to a sea fishing, and after blooming on the bar, she sat up straight and looked at Situ Yao with a half-smile.

As for the other three middle-aged beauties, after randomly taking out a few chips and tossing them to the beauties in the main seat, their eyes fell on Situ Yao one by one.

Of course, Ye Hao at this moment was directly ignored by these people.

It's as if Ye Hao is an ant on the side of the road or a fly flying in the air.

Not only is it unsightly, but it also has no value to be taken seriously.

These women give people the impression that they are like concubines in the old days.

Not only is it decadent and old-fashioned, but it also makes people instinctively disgusted.

"Mom, are you looking for me?"

Situ Yao didn't seem to like the scene in front of her either, but she still spoke expressionlessly at the moment.

The beauty sitting in the main seat is Situ Kong's current wife, Fang Rongjun, his second wife who is only a few years older than Situ Yao.

"Mom?"

Fang Rongjun glanced at Situ Yao at this moment, his eyes filled with a touch of coldness.

"I've said it many times."

"Either call me Mom, or call me Auntie."

"Speak up mom, shut up mom, why, you must remind me that I am your father's step-wife, so you are satisfied?"

"Or, do you think I'm incapable of dealing with you because you're sneering at me?"

At this moment, Fang Rongjun has a slight sarcasm on his face, and at the same time, there is an unspeakable arrogance.

Ye Hao had already guessed from Fang Rongjun's surname that this woman was probably a woman from the Fang family in Yanjing, but he didn't know if it was a direct line or a collateral line.

Of course, Fang Rongjun's status in Situ's family should be extremely high, no matter whether it is direct lineage or collateral lineage.

Situ Yao narrowed her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her. After a moment of silence, she said lightly, "There are some things that you don't need me to remind you. You should be clear about them."

"Although my mother is dead, you will never be the hostess of this manor."

"It's not me, could it be you, a loser who will marry sooner or later?" Fang Rongjun sneered, "What? After working for a few months after graduation, I feel that my wings are hardened and I have enough confidence. In front of my little mother , dare to show off your power?"

"Do you feel that you are so capable that you can stop listening to me?"

"Believe it or not, as long as I say a word, your father will withdraw all the investment in you, and will let you continue to stay in your boudoir!" JrNovels.com