(MTL) The Story of a Cold Male Supporting Husband by Huajian Xiaopao

Chapter 32

Hybrid Baogu

Feng Ying's purpose is very simple, she is not purely interested in Xie Yifeng, but her family's money and real estate.

Just a few months ago, Xie Yifeng was an idiot. When Ye Yuanxian was discovered by their family, his clothes were tattered and covered with scars. The combined net worth of the two of them was not as much as that of the worst family in the village.

But now the two have suddenly developed, and although they don't know where the money came from, there is always a door that others don't know about. Feng Ying thought very well that she would threaten her past marriage contract and ask the two of them to grant her a favor.

This advantage is not so difficult to say, she will not be like the vicious girls in the book and insist on marrying into the Xie family. Feng Ying could see clearly that those two were men, and if she forced her to marry in, she would definitely ruin her reputation.

And just looking at Ye Yuanxian's face that was many times better than hers and Xie Yifeng's extremely precious look to him, even if she got married, she wouldn't be able to get any benefits.

Feng Ying just wants to get a sum of money from them in the name of the marriage contract, preferably a dozen or twenty taels, and then she buys a shop in the town to open a rouge gouache or a pastry shop, and then she will be There are people living in the town, and there is a shop in hand for dowry. Isn't it easy to talk about marriage?

Feng Ying was very satisfied with her plans. She had been daring since she was a child, unlike those girls in the village who only knew how to listen to their parents and brothers. Otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to convince her parents to use such radical means to find someone to marry after the official marriage.

According to Feng Ying's plan, she would wait at Xie's house in advance, and stop them directly when they return, lest they make excuses to not see her.

But before he could reach the door of Xie's house, he was stopped by a cold-faced boy: "Stop, the Xie family's private house is in front, and no one is allowed to approach."

Today is Xie San, who has a fierce face. His voice was also very cold, and usually a delicate little girl would be easily frightened when he saw his appearance.

But Feng Ying was different. Although she was also afraid, she didn't show it on her face. Instead, she felt an inexplicable sense of superiority in her heart. She fawned at her feet to please her mistress.

Feng Ying never thought that if this pro-Ruozhen became her ability to build such a big house, she never thought that the money might not be Xie Yifeng's possibility.

She only focused on what she had seen, and automatically ignored the cause and effect.

Feng Ying stroked the red peony beside her temples: "Go get me a stool, and put some cakes and tea there..." She pointed to the big pear tree not far away. generally.

Xie San frowned: "I already said, if you are a guest and our master is here, please go back first. If you are not a guest, this is a private house, so you should leave quickly." Feng Ying held the handkerchief in his hand. Crossed on his waist, his fingertips painted with fresh red cardamom pointed at Xie San and cursed loudly: "Good, you little dog, do you know who I am?" She also felt a little inappropriate, but she couldn't care less when she got angry, and she scolded even more happily: "Don't talk about others, even if your master comes, you will invite me in with a good voice, you are not as good as a pig and a dog. Servant, how dare you treat me like this?" Xie San's temperament was cold, but he didn't allow himself to be beaten and scolded. He took out the whip coiled around his waist and hit Feng Ying in front of him, the whip fell to the ground and made a "pop" sound. , the dust stirred up is as high as a person. Feng Ying, who had seen this posture, was immediately scared to take a step back. Who knew that the ground under his feet was uneven, and his heels stepped on the stones and almost fell to the ground. She staggered to a stop, her eyes widened and her lips painted with bright red lipstick were about to curse, but she couldn't help sucking in a mouthful of dusty ashes, and she was choked and bent down, coughing non-stop, tears. The snot came out together. Xie San was unmoved, and flicked the whip in his hand: "Leave here immediately, or the whip will not hit the soil on the ground."