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Seeing the smile on Huo Beiqing's face, Chu Liang turned his head away. His grandson-in-law is good in everything, but his laughter is unbearable, just like his granddaughter.
"Boom! Devil value +23!!"
"You, you, you are¡ª" Wu Tianzheng was so frightened that he took several steps back, his eyes almost popping out. Wu Mingjie, who just followed him, almost peed in fright before he had time to take a sip of water.
Compared with Wu Tianzheng's astonishment, Wu Mingjie was more frightened. Thinking of saying that he is the head of the Huo family, and the tyrant of the imperial capital is a little boy, his legs felt weak and he trembled.
What scares him even more is that he wants to rob the tyrant of his wife. Isn't this the rhythm of being dragged down and beheaded every minute?
"Boom! Devil value +88!!"
As much as Wu Mingjie is afraid now, Wu Mingxiong is just as fortunate now. Fortunately, he was ugly, Luo Ran didn't even give him a chance, otherwise, if the tyrant knew that he wanted to rob him of his wife, he felt that he would never see the moon tonight again.
"Boom! Devil value +66!!"
Chu Liang looked at the stunned Wu Tianzheng and his grandson, not surprised at all. When he knew Huo Beiqing's identity back then, he was also taken aback, and he couldn't believe it for several days. The tyrant of the imperial capital is furiously courting his granddaughter.
Of course, his granddaughter is so outstanding, it's normal for her to be chased, and the premise ignores her essence.
"Brother Wu, don't be restrained. Xiaobei is sitting here today, not as the patriarch of the eight major families in the imperial capital, but as the grandson-in-law of Chu Liang. You and I are family friends, so we are not outsiders. Let's continue the competition."
Chu Liang's old eyes were vicious, and it could be seen that Huo Beiqing really liked Luo Ran. So Huo Beiqing was very happy to hear his address 'Xiao Bei'.
Huo Beiqing picked up the purple clay pot and poured a cup for Chu Liang, "Grandpa, I just got a Ming Dynasty purple clay tea set a few days ago. I came here in a hurry today, so I forgot to bring it to you. I'll ask someone to bring it to you later. .¡±
Lookhe knew it, Chu Liang smiled happily, "He is a good boy, filial." After finishing speaking, Chu Liang looked at Luo Ran, "Girl, Xiao Bei, you should cherish it ! After getting married, live with others in a down-to-earth manner, take care of your husband and teach your children, and follow your husband and wife."
Luo Ran ""
She is still in high school, you marry her, you are always in a hurry!
Huo Beiqing smiled happily and took out his phone. "Hey, bring me the Ming Dynasty Zisha teapot I got last time and send it to the Soul Eater Gang. Also bring over the Lingshan Fragrant Tea that I bought at the auction a few days ago. Speed"
The work efficiency is really high!
Huo Beiqing couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and Chu Liang couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.
"Xiaobei, if you're not busy today, let's stay and have a meal together." Chu Liang became more satisfied the more he looked at Huo Beiqing.
"Okay, Grandpa."
Luo Ran heard Huo Beiqing call each grandfather so dear, and complained again in her heart, whose grandfather is this? When I usually see you calling Huo Xiong 'Grandpa', I'm not as close as you are now
AlsoLuo Ran looked at Chu Liang, and she could see that as long as there were purple clay pots and tea leaves, Chu Liang would see who was pleasing to his eyes.
night. family dinner.
What Luo Tingwu did was far away from Chu Liang, and he was afraid of this old man.
"What are you doing sitting so far away? Can I still eat people?" Chu Liang said, looking at Luo Tingwu without stopping. Look at your worthless cowardly appearance, if it weren't for the fact that you are so kind to his daughter that you have nothing to say, he would definitely not agree with you continuing to love his family's Chinese cabbage. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com