Chapter 110

Shangguan Yiping didn't feel anything. He still had a smile on his face, and even his eyes had the gentle smile of the past.

He poured the tea again and gracefully made a gesture of invitation: "this Biluochun is also good, try it?" The atmosphere of the whole scene suddenly fell into embarrassment and deadlock. The smell of gunpowder was very strong, and a fuse would explode.

Shangguan Shuo tasted the tea carefully. He did not put his eyes on any of them. He stroked his beard and said in a low voice: "good tea, good tea, good taste. It's really good tea." Leng Wanyan looks at this wise old man in silence, and he can't help but admire him.

In the eyes of this wise old man, it is not uncommon for these young people to fight with each other openly and secretly. He was in a dilemma, but this 70 year old man seems to have been dealing with it very well. At least, as long as there is an old man in this family, they don't dare to mess around.

Leng Wanyan thinks like this, in the heart more firm own matter must seek the old man to help the determination. Face and heart disharmonious family tasted tea for a while, the old man asked Leng Wanyan whether he could play chess. Leng Wanyan thought about the opportunity finally, and humbly said that he only knew a little, and had long wanted to consult him.

Shangguan Shuo was very happy after listening to Leng Wanyan's words. He stroked his beard and said he would try her level. Cold Wanyan of course is pleased to agree, foot oil on and the old man on the study.

Shangguanzixuan was watching his wife happily go to chess with the old man. His intelligent eyes showed doubts. This cold and graceful words are not normal today.

Shangguan Shuo took his granddaughter-in-law to the study to play chess. Shangguan Yiping also chatted with his brother and went to the study on the first floor. Only Dong Ying and Shangguan Zixuan were left on the table.

Seeing Shangguan Ze and Shangguan Yiping leave the living room, Dong Ying's sight falls on her son and stares at her son. Shangguanzixuan casually set up his legs, hands in front of his chest, deep eyes staring at the TV screen, which is broadcasting news.

Every time Dong Ying sees her son, she can't help but sigh that she can give birth to such an excellent, perfect and intelligent child. However, more often than not, this woman always resents what she did wrong, and why such an excellent son always likes to do everything against himself.

Dong Ying sat opposite Shangguan Zixuan and looked at him coldly: "Zixuan, why didn't you show up yesterday? I didn't explain it again and again. This meeting is very important. Do you know how long Xiang Zong's daughter Xiang Feifei has been waiting in the living room?"

Shangguanzixuan's long arm stretched out and took the remote control in his hand. His slender and beautiful fingers pressed the key to change the channel leisurely. He simply turned a deaf ear to her words.

"Boy, I want to ask you something!" Dong Ying is almost yelling. She was full of anger, as if she would tear her face with him if he took himself as air again.

Shangguanzixuan picked out a handsome eyebrow, which seemed a little displeased. He glanced askance: "when did you become a pimp He said with disapproval, but he couldn't find the TV he was watching. He simply threw the remote control in his hand and stood up from the sofa.

Dong Ying is still the first time from other people's mouth to this kind of address, give oneself this appellation actually is own son!

Pimp? Thinking of those dirty and dirty things that this profession is engaged in, Dong Ying can't help it any more. She is furious and her neck is going to be crooked.

She stood up and scolded: "you stinky boy, do you still have my mother in your eyes?"

Shangguanzixuan turned his back to her and snorted coldly. He said, "to be a mother, you must have the dignity of being a mother. Do you have it, Ms. Dong?" After he said that, he did not hesitate to the second floor of the stairs.

Dong Ying gnaws her teeth and stares at shangguanzixuan's back. Her eyes are filled with hatred. She picked up a tea cup and yelled at the back of shangguanzixuan: "shangguanzixuan, you are a wolf with white eyes!"

"Bang --" a sound, blue and white porcelain tea set fell on the stairs, and then fell to the ground to bloom, broken at the foot of shangguanzixuan.

On Guan Zixuan's feet stopped, slightly turned to the side of the face, looking at the ground has been broken broken cup.

Deep eyes showed mockery and cold, he said with no temperature voice: "ha ha, white eyed wolf is you, OK? Are you willing to drop the cup you like best

Hearing the words that Guan Zixuan disdains, Dong Ying shivers all over. She has been hurt by the expression of her own son's eyes, and the whole person's heart is torn for a moment, causing pain!

What does he mean? Does he look down on his mother? Dong Ying steps forward, seems to want to continue to say one, two or three, but Shangguan Zixuan did not give her this opportunity.

After saying that, he turned around mercilessly, leaving her a crisp, indifferent and merciless figure. Looking at Guan Zixuan's ruthlessness, Dong Ying repeatedly stepped back and sat on the sofa powerless.She knew in her heart that her son had hated herself all these years. Seven years ago, in order to achieve her own goal, she did a thing beyond his bottom line by any means. For this matter, he even hated his mother for seven years.

However, if it wasn't for these means, could he, she and his "father" be able to take a foothold in the place where people eat people and do not vomit bones? impossible!

Dong Ying stares at the corner of the whirling staircase where her son disappears, and snorts coldly: "go to guanzixuan, even the people all over the world ridicule your mother, but only you can't, because you are not qualified to hate me. You are my son. Everything I do today and before is all for you!"

In calligraphy, we can hear the sound of things falling on the ground, and the sound of falling to the ground.

Leng Wanyan's delicate eyebrows frown slightly, and the chess pieces in his hand slightly pause. Lift eyes, the rest of the eyes to look at the face of the old man.

Shangguan Shuo is still a leisurely low brow, and his eagle like sharp eyes are sinking into meditation. He seems to have no sense of right and wrong, and seems to be in his own control. He can only let them go!