Chapter 4181: After being trafficked, I became a village tyrant (95)
Chapter 4181 After being trafficked, I became a village tyrant (95)
"you……?"
Su Yumei was so angry that she was about to scold him, but her mother knocked her chopsticks off.
"Hungry ghost reborn, you don't want to eat so much, but you want to grab your brother, did you deliberately want to be famous?"
"Mom, you are eccentric again." Su Yumei flattened her mouth and complained with an unhappy expression on her face.
Her mother glared at her fiercely: "Shut up your mouth, you can't stop your mouth with so much food."
The old lady vomited a chicken bone, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand indiscriminately: "You are a sister, don't you know if you want your brother?"
"How old are you? You robbed your brother, don't you blush?"
The old man was annoyed by hearing, and interrupted them: "It's alright, let's eat whatever is noisy!"
"Hmph, eat anything else, eat something else." Su Yumei glanced at her brother Xiaowu secretly, picked up the chopsticks and went to eat other dishes.
Su Qiao was holding a glass of red wine, sitting calmly while watching the excitement. On the side, Dabao also followed her example, holding a wine glass and sipping red wine in small sips.
It’s just that every time he takes a sip, he frowns.
After drinking a few sips, he looked at Su Qiao with a bitter expression: "It's not delicious, it's not delicious without roast chicken."
In fact, what he wants to say is that this red wine can’t be compared with roast chicken at all, but seeing that Su Qiao likes it so much, he is not embarrassed to say, for fear that she will be sad or unhappy.
Su Qiao felt funny and helpless.
Red wine and roast chicken are not the same category at all, how do they compare?
Besides, does he know the price of this red wine?
It is estimated that this bottle of red wine is enough to buy a hundred roast chickens.
"If you don't like it, don't drink it. Drink juice, it's sweet."
If the big treasure is amnesty, put down the goblet and grab the freshly squeezed juice.
Su Qiao had just finished a glass of wine, and the Su family was basically full, and the table was in a mess.
The funny thing is that as long as it is meat dishes, they are basically all light, but the green vegetables have not moved even if they are served. Whatever they are served, they are still what they are now.
Su Qiao smiled, did not care, motioned for the waiter to come and clean up, and took a group of people to the large living room.
As soon as he entered the living room, the Su family began to touch and look around.
From time to time, there will be low exclamation sounds, and the eyes are full of excitement.
Just like, this house is just like theirs.
Su Qiao looked at their expressions in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose imperceptibly.
This is to have enough energy and time to think about other things.
She took Dabao and sat down and waited for them to look at it.
"Xiao Qiao, your house...is it really your own?" After sitting down on the sofa, the old lady asked carefully while stroking the leather sofa.
As soon as the others heard this, they hurriedly came around and all sat on the sofa.
Su Qiao lazily leaned on the back of the sofa, raised her eyebrows and said: "My name is written on the room book, can there be fakes?"
"That...that..." Uncle Su Kaiming clenched his fists tightly, so excited that he couldn't even tell.
His wife Zhu Laifeng’s fat and fat body knocked him away: "Go away and go away, can't even say a word, what way are you still blocking here?"
"Little Joe, the book of the house in this city, aunt, I haven't seen it yet, can you open my eyes to aunt?"
Su Qiao glanced at her, and then looked at the other people who craned their necks, and then passed over the people waiting to see, got up and walked to the TV cabinet, took out the room book from the inside and threw it on the coffee table.
"Look!"
(End of this chapter)
