"Ouch, ouch, ouch, my wife, it hurts."
"Wife, wife, wife, I know I’m wrong, I know I’m wrong."
Jiang Haishi and Bao Zhanting each had their ear pulled by their wives, faces twisted in pain.
After dealing with these two troublemakers, Tang Lilan lounged sideways on the sofa in the security room, planning to watch the show.
"I say, Old Dog Bo, besides causing trouble for all day, what else can you do?"
Qin iru’s extrely disdainful tone sounded for the first ti.
Next it was Song Shimiao’s turn to voice her disdain, "Old Jiang, you’re a person with responsibilities, can’t you be a bit steadier? How old are you and still fighting like a school kid?"
"Exactly."
The two of them exchanged glances, feeling that what the other said was completely reasonable.
Honestly.
For the first ti, they both had the thought of letting these two problematic n play by themselves.
As they thought about it, they let go of their own n’s ears and gathered together, eyes filled with tears.
"Sisters are truly the best, being together without worrying about this and that."
"Yeah, yeah, why don’t we rent an apartnt together and just live with the two of us?"
"That’s a great idea."
Bao Zhanting: "..."
Jiang Haishi: "..."
Wait, seriously.
They just got into a fight, how did their wives end up running off with each other’s wives?
At this mont, they rarely stood on the sa side.
Both took a step forward, pulling their wives back.
"Honey, I think there’s a problem with your idea."
"Sweetheart, shouldn’t we discuss this a little more?"
Song Shimiao and Qin iru exchanged a glance, disdainfully pushing away the two troubleso n.
Just as they were about to leave arm in arm, they were pulled back again.
Song Shimiao was worse off; due to Jiang Haishi’s strength, he accidentally tore her shoulder strap.
Everyone in the room suddenly fell silent.
Jiang Haishi swallowed hard, rembering this was Song Shimiao’s favorite.
Even Bao Zhanting gave him a sympathetic look.
Although they were arch enemies.
At this mont, he was genuinely worried about Jiang Haishi’s happiness in the latter half of his life.
When the strap was ripped off, Song Shimiao was montarily dumbfounded.
Once she ca back to herself, she looked at Jiang Haishi in front of her with a dark glare, grinding her teeth, "Jiang, Hai, Shi."
This guy truly can’t go a day without causing trouble!
Thinking about it, she stepped forward and grabbed him by the clothes.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Haishi wailed again, "Wife, wife, don’t pull, this suit is expensive! How about we take it off before fighting?"
Song Shimiao: "..."
Qin iru: "..."
Bao Zhanting: "..."
Tang Lilan: "..."
The security guards present: "..."
They all simultaneously cleaned their ears, wanting to confirm if they heard wrongly.
As the head of one of the three major aristocratic families, how could he think the suit is expensive?
Whoa.
This really hurts one’s dignity, doesn’t it?
When Song Shimiao heard his words, she instantly lost the urge to hit him, pulling Qin iru along as they walked out.
The shoulder strap was rely decorative, and it didn’t matter if it was gone.
The two troubleso n were left behind in the security room, glaring at each other.
"By the way, iru, I have sothing to tell you."
"Oh? What is it?"
Song Shimiao’s eyes flickered slightly, leaning closer to Qin iru’s ear and told her everything about Shen Anru.
The two exchanged smiles, Qin iru raised her eyebrows joyfully, "Great... I haven’t torn apart a bitch in a long ti..."
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