Chapter 3969 The Son, You Are Disliked by the Blind Dancer Again (41)

Before she left Xian Yue Mansion, she wanted to find out everything and avenge her revenge.

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

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Seeing that Wei Hong was still holding the gift box in his hand, Chu Yihan, who was leaning against the front of the car to smoke, frowned: "Confiscated again?"

He threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and smashed it out with his toes, his face full of irritability: "What's the matter with you? You can't even give anything."

Wei Hong was also aggrieved.

"Master, people don't like it, why do you have to put your hot face on your cold ass?"

Apart from singing better and having a better face, what else could this woman attract to the young master?

And are those people out there crazy?

Every night, as soon as it got dark, I would run to Xian Yue Mansion, and one by one, they all wore leather jackets, leather boots, tight pants, and strange hats with a concave center and brim on both sides.

Don't everyone like to wear foreigners in dresses, shirts, suits, woolen coats, etc.?

Why did you change to this all of a sudden?

Isn't that the woman who passed through the stage twice? How did it become modern?

"roll!"

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

Chu Yihan swept over with a cold look, 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 and mouth, which one is not correct?"

The most important thing is that Miss Su is blind, she can't even see, how come he doesn't like her, so she doesn't accept gifts?

People obviously just don't want to pay attention to you, Master.

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Returning home angrily, Chu Yihan threw the black stand-up collar uniform jacket on the sofa and sat down.

Just as he was about to pick up the teacup on the table to pour water, footsteps were heard on the stairs.

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

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

Hearing his voice, Chu Yihan paused for a while, then poured himself a glass of cold water, raised his head and poured it.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up his jacket and was about to go upstairs.

Chu Dashuai didn't fight at all, and blocked in front of him with a gloomy face: "Stop, didn't you hear me talking to you?"

"I warn you, you can play whatever you want, but if you dare to marry a dancer, I'll break your legs and throw you out."

Mrs. Chu glanced at her younger son who also had a stern face, and quickly patted her husband's arm: "Master, things haven't been figured out yet, why did you make such a big fire? What should you do if you scare the child?"

Chu Dashuai snorted heavily: "With his lawless courage, can I still scare him?"

"I'll give you the best food, wear the best clothes, live the best life, and raise you so much. I didn't want you to fool around with a blind dancing girl. You want my Chu family to be the laughing stock of the entire Haicheng? ?"

Chu Yihan pursed his lips tightly and clung to his clothes tightly.

Which big mouth is that?

These things were reported so quickly.

"Okay, okay, don't make such a big fuss! Let's ask first and then talk about it."

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder between the father and son was getting stronger and stronger, Mrs. Chu quickly helped her husband to sit on the sofa soothingly.

Immediately, he walked over again, forcibly pulled his youngest son to the side of the sofa and sat down, and asked softly:

"Yi Han, I heard someone say that you have been getting closer to a dancer recently, is that true?"