Chapter 625： mutual pit

Zhao Xuelin is almost mad at his father. The shameless and black heart of politicians is vividly reflected in his father!

"Dad, I'm your son, I don't have such a pit!" Zhao Xuelin said resentfully.

Zhao Yinghua admired the treasure saber happily, without raising his eyelids, "If you weren't my son, would I still be able to support you?

Zhao Xuelin was so angry that his heart, liver and lungs were about to explode, and he looked at his mother for help, hoping that his mother would have a little conscience, but—

Yan Xinya was watching the fun with a smile, but when Zhao Xuelin came over, she hurriedly lowered her head and knitted a sweater, pretending not to see her son's pitiful eyes.

Zhao Xuelin wanted to cry without tears, and wanted to vomit blood...

Yan Xinya couldn't bear to see it in the end, and stabbed Zhao Yinghua, who was still chattering, to remind him to restrain himself and stop stabbing the knife in his son's heart.

"Meimei, you will find a good knife for your brother next time!"

Yan Xinya instructed her daughter, nodding her eyebrows, she couldn't bear to look directly at her father, the dignified deputy mayor of Jin City turned out to be a scoundrel who even wanted to rob his son.

"Don't be sad, brother, I'll find you a better one next time!"

Meimei leaned into Zhao Xuelin's ear to comfort her, sorry to see that, she had to find another good knife to soothe her brother's glass heart.

What else could Zhao Xuelin do? He had to respond aggrievedly, and suggested that it was best to use a dagger, the kind that was easy to carry, so he could show it off on his body.

"Then you have to look for it slowly, maybe when it will be available, it depends on fate." Meimei was vaccinated in advance.

"As long as I have it, I can wait!" Zhao Xuelin was happy again, too lazy to pay attention to his father.

Zhao Yinghua said to himself: "Tomorrow, I will ask Secretary Zhou to help me find an expert to raise this knife, and then equip it with a scabbard. Alas, although the islanders are not very good, the craftsmanship of the knife is really good!"

Meimei asked curiously, "Dad, is this knife from an islander?"

"Yes, it is obviously an island samurai sword, and looking at the craftsmanship, its former owner must be a famous family, and ordinary people can't afford such a good sword. It should be left in China during the war!"

Zhao Yinghua still has some research on knives. After all, he came from a military family, and Mr. Zhao also likes knives. He has a lot of treasured knives in the family, and he was more or less influenced by it.

The angry Zhao Xuelin moved in his heart and glanced at Zhao Yinghua, who was triumphant. The corners of his lips rose slightly, revealing a treacherous smile.

Hmph If you cheat your son, I will let your father cheat you!

I called my grandpa in a few days and said that my father had newly acquired a good island samurai sword, and my grandfather would definitely let my father offer it with both hands!

His father is just showing off his prestige in front of him, and when he reaches his grandfather, his **** still has to be tucked up!

Meimei said, "Dad, don't go looking for someone. Brother Mingshun knows a lot of people in this industry. Give me the knife, and I will ask Brother Mingshun to find someone to raise him. The scabbard will also help you fix it."

Zhao Yinghua patted his forehead, but he forgot about Yan Mingshun, this kid must have a way, but he doesn't know that the real master is eating walnuts in his daughter's arms!

Meimei took out the pair of brightly colored small cups again. Yan Xinya straightened her eyes when she saw it. She took the cups excitedly and looked at them carefully for a long while, her hands trembling slightly.

"Chenghua Dou Cai Cup, God, Mei Mei, you are really a little lucky star!"

Yan Xinya carefully placed the cup on the coffee table, and kept Zhao Yinghua and Zhao Xuelin far away, just like revering the Bodhisattva!