Chapter 1512： No one will get any good fruit to eat (1/2)

Chapter 1512 Whoever messes with has no good fruit to eat

Lu Yichen finished speaking, and then said to the onlookers: "Let's go. I believe that Comrade Yan Santai will handle the family affairs well, give everyone an explanation in the family home, and give everyone a quiet and harmonious living environment."

Listen to what she said, she didn't show her face to Du Ximei at all, she directly settled on Du Ximei.

Now everyone understands, don't mess with anyone, don't mess with Luo Qiao, the bureau chief protects her tightly, no one will get any good fruit to mess with.

Yan Santai dragged Du Ximei directly away, which is really embarrassing.

I just came home but saw my uncle, with peanuts, drinking his bottle of Wuliangye that he had treasured for a long time and was not willing to drink it, humming a little song leisurely there.

I was already full of anger, but this time it broke out completely, kicking people directly, and knocking the wine and peanuts to the ground: "You are leisurely, I will let you drink, let you drink."

Du Ximei's eldest brother, Du Huaixi, was taken aback. After seeing that the person who kicked him was his brother-in-law, he shouted, "Are you wrong?"

Yan Santai pointed at Du Ximei: "You don't want a divorce, the Civil Affairs Bureau hasn't finished get off work yet, grab your things and go."

Du Ximei was really frightened: "Santai, I was angry. I can't divorce you for the sake of my son."

But Yan Santai roared: "I'm going to divorce you now, don't think I can admit it if I move out of my son now, if it's a big deal, get married again, you think you will have a son in the whole world, I just want an An Sheng to live with me. Woman, even if it is to give birth to a daughter, I will put her in the palm of my hand and pet her."

Yan Santai's words frightened Du Xihuai, who wanted her sister to help vent her anger: "What kind of trouble did you guys make, what kind of divorce do you mean?"

Luo Qiao didn't care about how far the affairs of Yan Santai's house had developed, but she couldn't bear someone running to her house every now and then, and all of them came over to deliver news and chat.

Luo Qiao is generous, no matter who comes, there will be some melon seeds, dried fruits, etc. to entertain people. There are many people who are willing to come to send news.

Anyway, it was getting dark, and when everyone was about to leave, the news was sent that the elders of the Yan and Du families had arrived, and so far there has been no conclusion.

When everyone was chatting, Luo Qiao started to make stuffing. Today, it was plain stuffing, but it looked old, with noodles, tofu, cabbage, eggs, and a small handful of chives.

While chatting with everyone, I woke up after reconciling, everything was ready, and everyone got up and went back to cook.

The eight-treasure porridge was boiled on the fire. Luo Qiao was going to prepare a cold salad. There was also the braised pork from a few days ago in the space, which happened to be eaten with steamed dumplings.

Everything was ready, but the phone rang at this time: "Hello, who?"

"Qiaoqiao, it's me, Yao Chengxuan."

"Uncle Yao, have you discussed it?"