Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 675 [Extra] The waist tightens

It turned out that Mother An and Zhou Dawei had already entered her room, and the quarrel between the two became louder and louder. She was really worried and couldn't help but walked to the door of their room.

"Li Jing! Do you think I have no children, relying on your daughter, you look down on me? Yes, you have a good daughter and a teacher. When I marry you, I want someone to take care of me, but you actually take this Warn me!"

Zhou Dawei's voice was panting, and his voice was so loud that he wished the whole world could hear it.

An Zimo was stunned outside the door, her brows furrowed even tighter, and she heard her mother calmly say: "Momo agreed to marry you at first, do you dare to say that she treats you badly? She has never felt that way since she was a child." Father's love, but she still treats you as half a father,
But look at what you have done, you are addicted to gambling, you will not change at all, how much money you have lost in the past two years, not only our money has been spent, even Momo didn't know it was borrowed How much for you, today, you still snatched her bag, what is the difference between you and a hooligan! -"

"That's because she doesn't want to give it to me anymore, she came here today to help us repay the debt!" Zhou Dachuan was still blushing and arguing fiercely.

"You even hurt her friend! Zhou Dawei, I'm really disappointed in you!"

"You want to divorce me, but there is no way!" She divorced him, who will pay back his money in the future?

Zhou Dawei, a half-crazed person, has completely regarded An Zimo as his automatic teller machine. The old woman told him just after closing the door, after thinking about it for a long time, she felt that they were not suitable to live in a family.

This made him stunned immediately.

Before, no matter how many gambling debts he owed, she would never say such a thing. The only possibility is that An Zimo was gossiping with her.

So, as soon as he finished yelling those words, he opened the door and rushed outside. An Zimo was standing outside the door, seeing that violent man saw her, his eyes turned angry, and he raised his hand .

Her eyes flickered slightly, and when she was about to preemptively resist, her waist tightened, and she was dragged back a few steps away by someone's arms.

Surprised, the smell of plaster wafted through her nostrils, and she felt inexplicably relieved.

Being pulled behind him, what he saw was that Mousse was wearing a shirt that wasn't even buttoned up, but his face was dark and ugly.

(End of this chapter)