Mrs. Young, Her A Has Exploded All Over the World

Zhao Lijue didn't seem to react yet, and Mrs. Zhao's eyes widened, "Is this...really?"

Shen Xiaodiu nodded solemnly: "Well, really, grandma."

Mrs. Zhao cried with joy. Fortunately, fortunately, it was not the worst ending. Otherwise, her old bones would carry guilt towards her grandson-in-law until she died.

Shen Xiaodiu is fine, and the follow-up matters will be resolved. In the past, Mrs. Zhao turned a blind eye to what Meng Qingping did. As long as it didn't hurt her grandson, it didn't matter, but now Meng Qingping has gone beyond the fire, and now she has begun to use her to borrow a knife to kill people!

Although she is old, it doesn't mean that she can't control the house anymore! When Mrs. Zhao passed away, she has made it clear that she has the privilege of inheriting the Zhao Group to any Zhao family.

"Xiao Jue, I will ask the lawyer to come over tomorrow and formally hand over the inheritance rights of the Zhao Group to you. If Meng Qingping dares to act recklessly, even if you drive her out of the Zhao family, I will never stop her."

Although Zhao Lijue’s successor is managed by Zhao Lijue, the person in power is still Zhao Pinsheng. Zhao Lijue only manages it on his behalf. Once Zhao Pinsheng is sober, the Zhao Group will still be his.

Mrs. Zhao feels that her grandson is young after all, and hopes that her son will get better, so the management power of the Zhao Group has not really been delegated to her grandson.

"Good." Zhao Lijue didn't show much joy.

The Zhao Group was not his goal, but if he got the management right of the Zhao Group, then the power was completely in his hands, and Li Xinjue's plan to cooperate with Meng Qingping to compete for the Zhao Group was frustrated.

If you want to deal with Xiao Diu again, I am afraid you have to weigh it!

Mrs. Zhao was so angry that the gully folds on her face, and said angrily: "This time, Meng Qingping has dared to use my hand to throw it away. I am afraid that she will dare to move me the next time, so that this old bone will die so that I will be blamed. You guys!"

Shen Xiaodiu felt that it was impossible, but he felt that it was impossible. Fortunately, Meng Qingping is now being detained by Zhao Lijue. Even if she really wanted to plan something, it was too late.

Grandma Zhao stayed in the compound and ate dinner together before going back.

Just after dinner, according to Shen Xiaodiu's past practice, she let her stomach digest for a while, and then went to do homework for Luo Zihang.

But today, she sent Luo Zihang directly: "Student Luo, you review yourself tonight."

Luo Zihang wondered: "What are you going to do?"

Shen Xiaodiu: "Building people project!"

Luo Zihang: "..."

This dead woman, can you take into account the physical and mental health of his minor!

"Xiao Diu, can I really not wear it?" With deep love, Zhao Lijue restrained the deep desire in her heart, and her thin, cool lips wandered around her ears.

Shen Xiaodiu actually heard that if a man wears it or not, it feels like a huge difference. But in order to consider her ideas, Zhao Lijue has always used the cover actively, even if he is already on the line, he is not slacking off.

And tonight, Shen Xiaodiu suddenly didn't want to do contraception specially, let it be. Since so many people don't want her to get pregnant, she can't let those who don't see her well get what they want!

Shen Xiaodiu blushed and nodded, "Well, I don't need to use it anymore."

"Okay." Zhao Lijue curled his lips, and the corners of his mouth raised an obscure arc. Even such a moment of indulgence can make people addicted to his beauty.

Soon, Shen Xiaodiu paid a heavy price for his impulse, and deeply experienced what it means to shoot himself in the foot.

A man who has liberated his nature is like a trapped beast that has been released from a cage. The ferocious animal nature is no longer hindered, and it is simply strong wherever he goes.

The big bed almost couldn't support the man's **** possessiveness.

Shen Xiaodiu couldn't make a sound when he wanted to beg for mercy. Every time he made a sound, he was overbearingly blocked by a man.

"Xiao Diu, do you want to take a break?" The man's voice was hoarse.

Rest awhile? !

What is it called? !

Shouldn’t it be right to rest, and it’s dawn!

Shen Xiaodiu pushed him away, and moved himself back to the corner of the wall, "I want to rest for eight hours."