#988 of the Capital (3)

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The old man looked at Yang Bo, who was no different from an ordinary rural old man, frowned upon seeing his vulgar manner, and looked back at his daughter with heartache.

Her own daughter is no longer as delicate and delicate as Miss Qianjin in the past, and she also looks like an old rural woman in her clothes and appearance.

This is the treasure he once held in his hand!

This baby, like other rural women, married a rural man who looked a bit wretched and became a rural woman.

He really regretted that he didn't send her directly abroad, so it wouldn't have become like this.

The old man didn't look at Yang Bo, but said to Zeng Hui, "Xiao Hui, go back to Beijing with my father, there is not much time left for my father."

Hearing this, Zeng Hui choked up again.

"Then I'll have a taste of what it's like to be a citizen of the capital. Hehe, I'm an old man. I've never been to the root of the imperial city in my life. I don't know what the imperial city looks like. If I can live there until I die, it's worth it."

Hearing this, Yang Bai shouted excitedly with his eyes circled.

The old man gave him a slightly disgusted look, "I only take my daughter back."

"what?"

When Yang Bai heard this, he jumped up from his chair and knocked his pipe on the table, "I said father-in-law, what do you mean? Zeng Hui is my wife, so naturally she is with me. Want us to separate as husband and wife?"

"Don't call me father-in-law!"

Smelling the smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes from Yang Bo's mouth, the old man became even more disgusted, "I never admit that my daughter married me."

"You look down on me, a peasant, so what if you don't admit it? Zeng Hui, the former eldest lady of the capital, is still my wife, and I have children with me. Now I have a lot of grandchildren. If you want to default on your debt, you can It won't work. As the old saying goes, when you marry a husband, she can't let your father make the decision. She is my wife, and everything can only be obeyed by me..."

Yang Bo's extremely sensitive self-esteem was stabbed by the contemptuous gaze of the old man.

Pointing at the old man, spitting saliva, he said in a very manly tone.

Seeing his appearance, the old man looked at his daughter's expression more and more sad and painful.

What kind of person is your daughter married to?

How could she be so stupid?

At this time, Yang Zimei also felt that his grandfather really lost his grandmother's face. Can't he restrain his stingy, vulgar, sensitive and self-respect in front of his grandmother's father?

Seeing her father look at her with a different look, Zeng Hui's head lowered.

"Xiaohui, let's go home! Your elder brother and elder sister-in-law are waiting for you to go home."

The old man could no longer sit still, so he pulled up Zeng Hui's hand.

Zeng Hui got rid of his hand, and said with guilt and pain, "Father, for me now, this is my home. I don't want to go anywhere, and I don't want to see my elder brothers and sisters."

"You are the daughter of my Zeng Zhenlong, the first-class daughter of the capital, how can you marry such a man? How can you degenerate yourself like this? No, you have to go back with me, I can't let you waste here again. !"

The old man's tone became undeniably majestic.

"Father-in-law, what are you talking about? What do you mean by waste? It's her blessing that Zeng Huineng follows me. There is only a man like me in this world who is so generous, and she doesn't care about the seeds of others in her stomach..."

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