Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

   Chapter 629 Unfilial

   Chapter 629 Unfilial

   Su Chong and Suhua brothers are working together now, but can they always work together like this?

   How long have they been in the dynasty?

   He is waiting to see what happens to them. Brothers break apart, rulers and ministers break up!

   "Then keep your eyes wide open and watch how we laugh."

Zhao shi clenched her palms tightly. She was always soft-tempered and never said anything cruel. She was really angry with Yan Zhiyuan. She never thought about comparing Yan Zhiyuan. She didn't even want Yan Mian's identity. I just want to be her Zhao family safely and steadily.

   She can't understand Yan Zhiyuan, and Yan Zhiyuan can't understand her, since he wants to say so, then he will.

   She doesn't know what will happen in the future, but now, Yan Zhiyuan must be angry. He will talk about what will happen in the future. Just let him be angry now.

   "Daddy, let's go."

   Zhao took Su Saburo and didn't want to say a word to Yan Zhiyuan anymore.

  Su Saburo and the Zhao family left, Yan Zhiyuan was still angry, his expression was hideous, and his nostrils were breathing like a cow.

   His wife did not dare to approach, for fear of being implicated inexplicably.

Yan Zhiyuan angrily went into the back room and said angrily: "Look at you, this is the daughter you tried to make up for, look at how she treats you, you have come to this point, the nephew you want to flatter is also not coming!"

"Do you know how she was mad at me just now? I'm still an official in the DPRK. You go, the Yan family is the master of the house, how did she treat me, and she slapped me, and even used her identity to oppress me, she What kind of thing! My sister doesn't dare to use her identity to oppress me, why should she, why-"

   Yan Zhiyuan roared angrily, venting his anger at Yan Qingyun, losing control of his emotions, and even grabbing Yan Qingyun's clothes and shaking him.

   Yan Qingyun widened his eyes angrily, Yan Zhiyuan laughed when he saw it, he let go of his hand and patted lightly: "Dad—"

Yan Zhiyuan gave a meaningful cry, he got up, tidied up his clothes, looked down at Yan Qingyun condescendingly, he said arrogantly: "Dad, do you know how I get angry when you train me on weekdays? You are having a hard time right now, you can’t scold me if you want to, and you can’t teach me a lesson if you want to, just get angry, get angry, and the way you feel now is how I feel every time I’m being disciplined by you.”

"Obviously I'm your only son, you still discipline me like that, have you considered my feelings? I'm afraid I'll never be out of breath in my life, but I didn't expect this day to come, tell me about you, have What good, if you are not my father, do you think I will listen to you in front of you like my grandson? If you are not a second-rank minister, who do you think is willing to support you?"

"I know, you must say that I'm not filial again, right? If I'm not filial, I'm not filial. If I'm not filial, it's not your seed. The top beam is not right and the bottom beam is crooked, and the indiscriminate methods you use are not any better than mine. ."

"I'm not convinced, I'm not happy, hold on! You immortal old thing, God has opened my eyes, let me out of this bad breath, bah, don't think I don't know how much you secretly gave to that Zhao family. , what's the use of sticking your hot face to her cold butt, and no one will ignore you."

   "There is also the Qi family, and there is no good thing. The old man's life is long, but what's the use of that, when he is on the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, and he will die sooner or later. It is better to leave him alone."

"In this way, Dad, you are still enjoying yourself. After all, you have been in charge of the family for decades, and now you have many children and grandchildren, right? My son has only disobeyed you once in his life. No time has he dared to disobey you before. It's what you said."

  Yan Zhiyuan held back the words in his heart for many years, and spit it out in one go.

   Yan Qingyun is going to pass away, he is not sad at all.

   Yan Qingyun can't speak and can't move. It's better. He can only endure what he does and says. He is very satisfied with this day in his life.

   Seeing Yan Qingyun's wide red eyes, Yan Zhiyuan smiled, yes, yes, that's how it was, he always felt this way before.

  Yan Qingyun looked at Yan Zhiyuan, he was suffering from angina, there was blood in his mouth, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Zhiyuan saw it, and he wiped it off with disgust: "Dad, don't hold on, go in peace, your era has passed, the era that belongs to me Yan Zhiyuan is coming, and I should go forward. "

  Yan Qingyun used to hold him down, and he was not allowed to operate in private. When Yan Qingyun left, while his prestige was still there, he would operate it, and it would not be difficult to walk forward.

  Yan Qingyun had been pressing him all the time, and now that he could not hold back after he died, he would naturally be angry.

Yan Zhiyuan was already a little crazy. The more angry Yan Qingyun was, the more fun he was. He looked at Yan Qingyun's expression with admiration. But you can't do it, even if your son puts the stick in your hand, you can't lift it, right?"

   Yan Qingyun's breath was very weak, at the level of dying at any time, but he held on to his breath and did not die.

   Yan Zhiyuan was so angry that he never died.

  Yan Zhiyuan didn't mind, the doctor had already seen it, and his father had already run out of oil, so he was hanging on to this sigh of relief. He didn't eat or drink, and he couldn't last a few days.

  There is no action from the Su family, so he has no scruples. If the Su family wants to do something, he will pretend to be dressed up. The Zhao family has also come and turned his face, and he has nothing to bear.

   So Yan Qingyun was unwilling to stop. That was just right. He could have a few more days of bad anger, and think about it.

   Yan Qingyun closed his eyes with difficulty and refused to look at Yan Zhiyuan again.

  Yan Zhiyuan doesn't matter, anyway, he has done everything he wanted to do. If Yan Qingyun died all of a sudden, he might still feel pissed, and it would be good to live two more days.

   "Father, just fall asleep, you can't eat or drink, but your son can."

   Yan Zhiyuan sneered, clapped his hands, turned around and went out.

   Yan Qingyun spit out a **** breath, retribution, retribution.

   He looked at the curtains and didn't understand why he couldn't die at this time. Did God torture him on purpose? Let him take a good look at the blatant wrongdoing of the unfilial descendants, and give him time to think more thoroughly about the ending that belongs to the Yan family? My heart throbbed badly, but I couldn't do anything.

Whether it's retribution or punishment, this is what he should suffer. He couldn't help thinking, if, if he used to know that Qi Xinyu's body was young, he would not be so anxious and let her get pregnant so quickly. Give birth to a child, wait for her for a few years, will she not die of dystocia? Can they together have more children, more kind-hearted, more virtuous, like hers instead of his?

   (end of this chapter)