Chapter 1662: The Secret of Tang Chong's Life Experience (3)

Chapter 1662 The Secret of Tang Chong's Life Experience (3)
The few sorrows squatted on the ground, and even looked up and looked at Duan Qiong’s courage.
Duan Qiong whispered, and when he looked at Xiaoya, the eyes were full of gentleness, and the fingers touched her blue silk. The voice was like jade: "Ya, you are waiting for me here, I am going to the old man, and soon Will come back to accompany you..."
Duan Jia.
The study is majestic and simple, and an old man calmly sits.
He Xu knew that Duan Qiong would come to him too, so when he saw Duan Qiong’s angry rush, his face did not fluctuate.
"What you gave me is not purple ginseng!" Duan Qiong fell on the desk case with a low voice with an irrepressible anger.
The old man calmly smiled: "Of course not, that good medicine, how can I use it to cure a person who is useless."
"Father! She is my wife, I am the wife of the media!"
"What kind of media is right?" The old man sneered. "You are screaming that I am no longer a family and she has worshipped the church. Where is the Ming media?" But it is a woman who is not justified. Your wife will always be alone!

If he didn't get the consent of his parents, he wouldn't count. If he had something to leave in the past, could that woman get into the high door of his house?
"In any case, I and she have already visited the temple. In the same year, there was a high church, my grandfather, your father, personally agree!"
Duan Dan brows and wrinkles, no expression: "Your grandfather has passed away, you also moved him out, you do this, it is a big filial piety! Again, I am your father, your marriage must be done by me. Your grandfather can't do your Lord!"
Even if the grandfather of this kid was still alive, only he could be the master.
He did not have a foundation for hundreds of years. He was founded by Duan Duan. Even the old man is his elder, but he is the only one who can be the master of Duan!
The marriage hosted by the old man is not counted!
"Father!" Duan Qiong slammed his fist. "No matter what, you shouldn't hurt her! When you sent someone to chase her, now you borrow my hand to harm him. He is so good for us." Children, why are you treating her like this? Why?"
In the last sentence, Duan Qiong was used to smash it out. His temper trembling, his throat was red and bloody.
"Why? You don't understand?" Duan Laozi sneered and stood up. "I just poisoned her. The antidote is in my hands. She can't die for a while. You have to go to the nephew's room tonight, you must give it to me." Give birth to a grandson and give up your nephew. I will give you an antidote."
Duan Qiong’s heart was beaten by a beggar:
Why do you want to force me? Am I your son?

"Because you are my son, I will help you this way. You will understand it later. Everything I do is for you! If the woman is stronger, she will be like her." Sooner or later, you will drag you down and kill you!"
Duan Laozi pulled a face: "It’s not early, you go to the nephew’s room tonight, otherwise, without my antidote, she will die! I will keep people outside the door, you are not allowed to leave. In the children's room, if my people find that there is no movement in the room, I will let the woman fly away now!"
Duan Qiongman looked at the old man with hatred. He saw him half-sounding and turned around and went outside the study.
(End of this chapter)