Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Song family?

It turned out to be the Song family.

"That's not going to happen, I'll take care of this." Xia Houyu pressed his throat and said coldly: "I want to see how powerful your Song family is, and is it so powerful that you can cover the sky with just one hand."

"And this one..." looked at Ai Tingze coldly, "Didn't you just say that Xiao An will not have a good life? Come, you also report to the house, we know each other."

Ai Tingze has a lot more winks than his sister, Mrs. Song, and he has been observing secretly without speaking.

No clue was observed.

But the other party's momentum made him faintly shocked.

"I am the eldest brother of the wounded, my surname is Ai."

"Where is it from?"

"People from the capital."

When I asked and answered, Ai Tingze became a little angry after reacting.

I was led away by the nose!

He has never been so embarrassed.

The strong Mrs. Song coughed twice and interrupted strongly, "Brother, you and him... useless... nonsense. Be optimistic about that bitch... bitch, don't... don't let her... she runs away."

Hearing this, the old man Bo cast a regretful look at Song Zhengwei.

It must be said that marrying a wife and marrying a virtuous person, this Song husband obviously has nothing to do with the word "xian".

However, Mr. Bo soon had no way to regret and pity others.

His grandson, Bo Zhiqing, who is still treating his emotional injury alone, came forward and said coldly: "I said why An Xia is more arrogant than before. I really found a backer."

"Heh, you won't be the kind of godfather that An Xia recognizes!"

Speaking faster, Old Man Bo was too late to stop him.

However, it reminded them.

Could it be true that An Xia really recognized the godfather?

"Fucking stuff!" sullenly shouted, "Stand by the side, you don't have to talk."

Bo Zhiqing was embarrassed when he drank it, and he pressed the corners of his lips, unwilling to back away.

Seeing this, Ai Tingze came out to say something nice, "Old man Bo doesn't need to be angry, young people are smart and can always think of places we can't think of."

Godfather?

Maybe it was said.

Mrs. Song, whose face was as pale as paper, yelled, "Sordid thing, I don't know how many godfathers I recognize behind my back!"

Xia Houyu could fully understand why An Xia had cleaned up this group of people.

I can bear it till now, oh...

"Xiao'an, you have been wronged." With a sigh, Xia Houyu felt unspeakable in his heart, "At a young age, I have endured the hardships you shouldn't endure."

Isn't it?

In a word, An Xia's favor with Xia Houyu straightened up.

An Xia didn't know that "Godfather" had another derogatory meaning in Xia Guo.

She only knows the literal meaning.

Replied: "The solution is that there is nothing to be wronged."

She doesn't feel wronged.

I just feel annoying!

Flying around like flies.

In front of her, she just wanted to go to the bottom line of Ai's house.

Ai Tingze urged: "Hey, you insist on interfering in the grievances between An Xia and my sister. It's better to show your identity and don't hide it."

"Unless..." Yin Yan's eyes were fierce, "unless, you know your status is not high, and you dare not make enemies with Ai and Song!"

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough, brother, you... don't waste... bullshit, knock away... just knock away!" Mrs. Song coughed in a low voice, involving the wound, painful to the distortion of her facial features, and she did not stop talking. , "Low... lowly things... just twist to death!"

Song Yanyan has cultivated a violent and cruel temperament, which can be said to be cultivated by Mrs. Song.

The two fighters holding the bodyguards were so angry that they stared fiercely!

These people actually insulted a seven-star warrior so much!