Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 159 Granddaughter-in-law, there won't be one!

Fortunately, he learned to please grandma, and learned the talent of flattering without a teacher.

Otherwise, it will be worse than ordinary rich second generation.

But really, grandma... flattery, it's so hard to shoot!

With tears in my heart, Second Young Master Ying was unceremonious, cursing with the same hatred: "Grandma is so right!"

"This kind of woman is so vicious that she is about to bubble up!"

"I still want to seduce the hero, dreaming!"

"That's right!"

Grandma Ying nodded solemnly.

"elder brother!"

Out of the corner of Ying Er Shao's eyes, he saw Ying Muzhi's figure entering the door, jumped up from the sofa, and rushed to the door.

"Brother, you are back!"

God, earth, his brother finally came home!
He can get away from the perverted dog blood idol drama.

Grandma Ying on the sofa was slightly stiff.

Sure enough, the eldest grandson's hoarse scolding voice was heard.

"Grandma, you are too old to stare at the TV all the time."

"Butler Zhang. How long has grandma been watching today?"

Butler Zhang swayed out on the small scooter, ignoring the hint from the old lady blinking wildly.

Press and hold the tablet calmly, and open the memo.

"Master, the old lady saw 09:30 from 45:15 in the morning, and now from [-]:[-] in the afternoon. In total, seven hours and [-] minutes."

Ying Muzhi sat on the sofa calmly, his eyes were cold: "Today's share will be deducted from tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, master."

Mrs. Ying's old face collapsed, and she tried her best to straighten her face, trying to show a majestic and cold manner and scolded her grandson: "I am your grandma! How can you talk to grandma!"

The old lady is full of aura.

Master Ying's slender legs crossed one place carelessly, and he casually tapped the edge of the chair. His handsome face was indifferent: "Butler Zhang, from tomorrow, all the Internet at home will be disconnected."

Old Madam Ying's aura instantly dropped like a ball.

The old lady snorted and bent down muttering: "If you don't look at it, don't look at it."

"Be stingy, no wonder Mangmang says you're stingy."

The old lady seemed to have thought of something, straightened her back in a serious manner, and reprimanded seriously: "Ah Mu, you are the domineering president of a film and television group, and when you put on TV, you are all male protagonists, no good You're so stingy. If things go on like this, even with grandma around, you won't have any girls to want!"

Ying Muzhi...haha.

Seeing that her eldest grandson looked reckless, Mrs. Ying snorted heavily in disbelief.

"If you don't watch it, don't watch it. I'll chat with my grandson's wife."

Ying Muzhi clasped his arms around his chest, and poured cold water on grandma coolly: "With all due respect, grandma, so far, you have no granddaughter-in-law."

Grandma Ying cast a blank expression on his face, and cast a glance at him: Ha ha.

Supper is quickly prepared and served on the table.

The aroma of rice permeates the tip of the nose, tempting to move the index finger.

Every cook from the Ying family is a top chef.

Through their hands, the meals are made.

Not only is it delicious, but the presentation is also very good.

Ying Muzhi's eyes fell on a plate of shrimps, and his handsome eyes moved.

Inadvertently, a crimson flamboyant red figure flashed across his mind.

It seemed as if a voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Ying Meili!"

Ying Muzhi raised his chopsticks coldly, picked up vegetables and ate.

Grandma Ying was eating, but her phone kept beeping, as if there was news coming in.

(End of this chapter)