After the real daughter came back, the whole family was so angry that they were jumping up and down

Chapter 24 24 It doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t make sense at all

Song Chunhua was cracking melon seeds in the crowd, laughing so hard that her teeth couldn't even see her eyes.

"This girl is good, she is bold."

"That old bitch Mian Sheng'ao must be so angry that she will vomit blood. Oh, I'm really looking forward to it."

"It's a pity that this girl is from the Mian family, otherwise I would have taken good care of her at home."

The old best friend next to me also gloated: "Let that old lady Xu Jingyi show off in front of us all day long. Let's see if she can still be shy this time."

"That bitch is a fool. What others give birth to is a treasure, and what you give birth to is not as good as grass."

"That girl Mianyi is also sweet-tongued and can coax people. This girl is just too tough, so she's not lovable."

"Look at how stupid this is, but it just makes people feel happy."

Speaking of Mian Yi, Song Chunhua's face was as black as ink: "The little vixen is used to coaxing men. If you follow that old bitch Xu Jingyi and learn all the despicable ways, sooner or later you will fall into the gutter and be unable to get up."

"I'm telling you, keep an eye on the brats in your family. Don't be like the one in my family who was so stupid that the coffin board of my ancestors could hardly hold it down."

The old best friend smiled awkwardly, secretly glad that her son was not blind.

Cotton Jacket happily accepted the money. Chen Chong didn't lose money for a room of furniture. He calculated the highest price and got several thousand dollars.

Smiling so hard that his teeth couldn't be seen, he quickly put it into his small bag and put in the small gourd.

Then he took out the real estate certificate and looked at Chen Chong with his big eyes shining: "Are you taking over the old house?"

Chen Chong...

Inexplicably, I felt like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"When selling a house, you need to go to the Housing Authority. If you are young, you can also go to the community and ask, they will help."

The cotton-padded jacket tilted his little head, half understanding.

"What are you doing? Put it down, put it all down for me."

Xu Jingyi, with disheveled hair, rushed into the crowd like a crazy woman, punching and kicking the man carrying the furniture.

Mian Sheng'ao followed with a gloomy face.

Behind them are the two brothers Mianjing and Mianyu.

The bruise on Mianjing's face had not gone away yet, and she covered it with thick powder. Her whole face looked very pale and stiff.

When others saw him, they just turned their heads and did not open their mouths to stab him with a knife.

Mian Yi didn't show up, not knowing whether it was because she was afraid or something else.

The men were beaten inexplicably, and it was difficult to fight back for a while.

Chen Chong frowned and stepped forward: "Comrade, what are you doing?"

Xu Jingyi asked with red eyes, "I still want to ask you what to do?"

"Why do you carry away my furniture? Are you robbers? Are you bandits?"

"Report to the police, report to the police, arrest these people."

Chen Chong looked grim and went to see the scrap man.

The waste man was also confused and turned to look at the cotton-padded jacket.

The cotton-padded jacket tilted his head and blinked his big innocent eyes.

"Girl, is this your home?"

"Yes."

"Then who are they?"

Mian Yao glanced at the angry Mian family: "They are on the same household register as me."

The uncle frowned, what's the relationship?
"These things?"

"What's mine, everything is mine." In this matter, Mian Jiao did not allow any objection.

Xu Jingyi was so angry that she forgot that Mian Jiao was an evil ghost, and stabbed Mian Jiao's forehead with her sharp and sharp nails.

"Shameless bitch, why are you so shameless? What is yours? What do you have?"

"These are all purchased with hard work by my mother and her family. What does it have to do with you?"

"Give me the things and put them back intact. If something is missing, I will strip you of your shameless skin."

"Then get out of here, get out of my house. Our Mian family doesn't have anyone as harmful to Sangmenxing as you."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the real estate certificate in Mian Yao's hand, and he became even more angry.

"What are you doing with the house book? It doesn't count if you sell the furniture, but you still want to sell the house?"

"You are such a heartless scourge, why don't you die?" "Why do you sell your house? What qualifications do you have to sell your house? Who do you think you are selling my Mian's house?"

"Damn robbers, thieves, bastards, little beasts."

"Bring it to me, bring it to me."

Xu Jingyi roared in anger, her face was ferocious and twisted, her veins popped out, and she looked crazy.

He stretched out his hand to scratch at the cotton-padded jacket, with that ferocious intensity, as if he were dealing with the enemy who killed his father.

Cotton Jacket hugged the real estate certificate tightly and kicked Xu Jingyi away.

I saw the aunt next to me holding a stick, so I grabbed it and threw it at Xu Jingyi.

The aunt is in charge of public health in the community. She stretched out her hand and lamented. She finally collected the water and took it home to feed the animals. It was such a waste.

The smell of gush water made the crowd retreat.

The crazy Xu Jingyi also calmed down a bit.

The cotton-padded jacket squatted down one meter in front of Xu Jingyi, looking at her innocently with big eyes: "Are you okay?"

Xu Jingyi suddenly became furious again.

"Bitch, bitch, you did it on purpose, you did it on purpose, I'm going to kill you, kill you."

The cotton-padded jacket felt that it was noisy, so he slapped the bucket on Xu Jingyi's head with his backhand.

He clapped his hands and stood up: "Quiet."

people...

Chen Chong felt that he was indeed impulsive in what happened today, and he should have asked more questions.

"Well, little girl, these things..."

The cotton-padded jacket immediately covered the bag tightly: "I'll sell it to you."

"Uh..." Chen Chong had a headache.

Mian Sheng'ao stepped forward with a stern face: "We won't sell the things anymore," he said to Chen Chong.

Chen Chong had no objection, and he didn't want to buy it. At worst, he would have to give up some labor costs, which would be a lesson to himself. He should be more careful in doing business in the future.

"Give the money back to others," he said to the cotton-padded jacket.

The cotton-padded jacket ignored him and huddled aside holding his little bag, refusing to listen to the bastard chanting sutras.

Mian Sheng'ao bit his teeth and said, "I don't care whether you really don't understand or pretend you don't understand. You are not qualified to sell these things."

"They are all in my name, Mian Sheng'ao, and I, Mian Sheng'ao, spent money to buy them."

"And you, I don't recognize it either. That blood relationship is nothing. If you are really stubborn, I can drive you away at any time."

The cotton-padded jacket looked up at him: "How stingy, we are people on the same household registration book."

"After you die, everything you have is mine. I just use it in advance."

The spectators laughed out loud.

Mian Sheng'ao had a heart attack, and his face turned red. He didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed of being laughed at.

He yelled angrily: "Stop messing around with me. Even if I die, these things won't be your turn."

"And this house, why are you selling it?"

Mian Jiao innocently said: "I can't live in such a big house by myself." She wanted to sell it and live in Siming's house, and Siming would support her for free.

Suddenly I want to command my life.

Mian Sheng'ao's fists clenched loudly: "Aren't we human beings? You can just sell the furniture, but you also want to sell the house. What do you think?"

The cotton-padded jacket was even more innocent: "I didn't think much about it. You all don't live here. I can't live alone. It would be great to sell it for money."

Mian Sheng'ao drooped his chest. It didn't make sense, it didn't make sense at all. Where did this disaster come from?

Mian Jing resisted the strange looks from others, stepped forward and whispered, "Dad, can't you report it to the police?"

Mian Sheng'ao, who was half-living with anger, moved for a moment, and finally remembered the identity of the scourge of Mian Pao.

"You can't report it, and it's useless if you report it."

Mian Jing didn't understand how it could be useless.

Mianyu understood, and kept hiding behind people, peeking in to see the difference between evil spirits and humans.

He saw something, and the difference was probably that evil spirits could anger people to death, while people would be angered to death by evil spirits.

(End of this chapter)