Master Fu Has Spoiled the Little Baby

Chapter 219: He is not trash!

   Chapter 219 He is not trash!

   But these are not what Su Chenxian likes, let alone what he loves. He also tried, but he gave up.

   Just because his ambition is not here.

   And Su Qing, another young ancestor of the Su family, is also a guy who doesn't want to be in Rome. He skips classes all day long, fights, or plays games with his mobile phone.

  The two little ancestors are not interested in the business of goods.

  Then the Su family planned to indulge them for a few years, thinking that in a few years they would know it would be better to go home and inherit the property.

   As for the effect a few years later, it is now evident.

"Su Zhucheng, I'll tell you once again, you don't need those **** family members! If you want someone to inherit your own mother, just regenerate one with the air, anyway, I will never inherit it!" Su Chenxian said with anger, his attitude concise.

   The gloomy and annoyed eyes of the middle-aged man froze on him for a while, then he suddenly sneered and said, "If I give birth to you, you must go back to inherit it for me! Tie him back to me!"

After   , the bodyguards around were eager to attack Su Chenxian.

  To be honest, these bodyguards are actually not enough for Su Chenxian to beat him with a few punches, and it is impossible for them to tie Su Chenxian.

   After all, Su Chenxian is also one of the main members of Heiyin, and he is also ranked internationally.

   But now he doesn't do anything and remains cold, just because the words of the middle-aged man just now made him disheartened.

   Looking at the appearance of those bodyguards who were about to set up Su Chenxian and leave in the next second, at this time.

   A slender figure directly blocked Su Chenxian's face.

   The little girl stretched her hands together, and protected Su Chenxian behind her. Those beautiful almond eyes were firm and calm: "Uncle Su, you can't take him away now."

   When the middle-aged man saw Wen Bai, his eyebrows twitched: "Xiao Bai, get out of the way, uncle knows you are a good girl, don't mix with this bastard, get out of the way!"

   He could scold his son for being a **** and a trashy father at every turn, but he wondered how cold Su Chenxian's state of mind was at this moment.

  Su Chenxian stood behind the little girl, his fists were almost clenched and blood was coming out, his whole body was shaking.

   "Uncle, is it your dream to do business?" The little girl not only did not let go, but instead asked.

  Su Zhucheng is a self-made man. His dream was to make a name for himself in the business circle, and he was very successful.

"Not bad! Uncle has experienced far more than you, and I don't want him to go the wrong way again, so...Xiao Bai, get out of the way. Today, whether he wants to go back or not, he must go back!" Halfway through the words, the middle-aged man's His eyes turned to the man who was being guarded by the little girl.

   For a while, he started to get impatient again.

However, Wen Bai still did not let go, and the soft and tender little face became firmer: "Uncle, you are also a person who once had dreams, and you were also a dream chaser, why do you forcibly destroy your own children's dreams? "

   Hearing this, Su Zhucheng frowned and said nothing.

   saw that he was a little shaken.

  The little girl rode her horse and continued: "Uncle, do you know why the fairy has become a deliveryman all these years? Do you think it is everyone's voluntary degeneration?"

   "The fairy is not a waste, he is very good, he is working hard for his dream, and he is not the waste young master you say."

"The suffering he has experienced over the years is something you have never experienced, and," the little girl narrowed her eyes, "please don't rely on your own experience in the world to deny the suffering experienced by others. "

   "You have experienced a lot, but not necessarily more suffering than others!"

   The little girl was calm and serious, every word, every word was on the hearts of the father and son.

   (end of this chapter)