Mad Son-in-law

Fatty Jin was frightened by Wang Jie's sudden behavior, but he immediately reacted and cursed: "Staring? Do you dare to stare at me? I give you money and you have to eat shit!" With that said, he raised his slap and greeted Wang Jie's face!

Unexpectedly, his fat fist was raised high, but it didn't fall in the end! Because the thin boy in front of him actually shot in advance and pressed it firmly on the fat man's wrist!

No one thought that this white hand was so powerful, it was like an iron wrench, and the fat man was cracking his teeth and cracking his mouth!

"Oh, do you...do you dare to fight back? Looking for death! Come on, come on!" The fat man screamed heartily!

Upon hearing the host's yell, several men who carried the coffin quickly dropped and lifted the coffin bar, swiping their arms, netting the sleeves, and going up!

However, Wang Jie made an understatement, suddenly raised his foot, and kicked the bar that was carrying the coffin into the air. The two men who threw in the front fell to the ground. The mouths and noses that were beaten by the bar were bloody. Obviously, the two men fell to the ground. His nose is broken!

"Who moves, who dies!"

Wang Jie looked around gloomily for a week, and those guys who were still ready to do it instantly succumbed to them, and involuntarily took a step back!

The fat man's painful teeth shivered, and at this moment he finally realized that something was wrong, and he quickly changed his words: "Little brother, if you have something to say, if you have something to say, you...you let me go first!"

Wang Jie had no expression on his face, and he was very different from the previous one. He dragged the fat man's hand as if he was dragging a dead dog, and said coldly: "Go, go and meet your Lao Tzu, I will ask him, How did he educate his son!"

As Wang Jie said, he raised his hand and patted towards the end of the coffin. With a snap, the lid of the coffin was overturned...

In the entire yard, there were no fewer than two to three hundred relatives and friends of the Jin family, but no one dared to step forward, because the boy's eyes in front of him were so scary! No one knows why, just now, with a smile on his face, he suddenly became a "wolf" who wanted to eat people.

As soon as the lid of the coffin was opened, a faint smell came out!

After all, in the weather in May and June, after three days of mortuary, the corpse had long been stinking!

All of a sudden, everyone around quickly took a few steps back. According to the legend of Yuncheng, corpse qi hurts people, and no one wants to touch this mold!

But Wang Jie didn't care, grabbed Fat Jin's head and pressed it against the coffin!

Fatty Jin screamed and lowered his head, just facing his father's swollen face, he almost closed his eyes to the eye, and he was so scared that he almost lost his soul. The trouser pocket became hot and he urinated!

"Tell your father, who should carry the banner?" Wang Jie said coldly!

"I, I should beat Fan'er, Dad, I should beat Fan'er..."

"Who are you scolding for being mean? Who should eat shit?"

"I, I'm mean, I should eat shit! Little brother, I was wrong, please spare me!"

"Spare you? Alright, don't you have money? In front of your father, give me 20,000 yuan!" Wang Jie severely smashed the two stacks of money into the coffin!

Fatty Jin looked at the money that fell on his father's body, and said with a cry: "Little brother, I was wrong, can you not eat it..."

"Don't eat!?" Wang Jie squeezed in his hand and crunched, and Fatty Jin's ring finger and little finger broke off on the spot!

"Ah... I eat!" Fatty Jin wailed, took a handful of banknotes and stuffed it into his mouth!

When Fatty Jin really chewed the paper money into pieces, the long-lost flame in Wang Jie's heart went out again. He let go of a muddy fat man, walked over silently, bent over to pick up the broken cell phone, and in a horrified and stunned look, he drove up his pickup and disappeared into the southern suburbs.

When Wang Jie left, he didn't hear him. The Fat Jin lying on the ground gritted his teeth and cursed: "Bad son, you will never be a man if I am immortal!"

When he returned to the old street in Beicheng, Wang Jie returned to his usual lazy appearance!

The old neighbours laughed and greeted him from afar.

"Yeah, the blind young master is back?"

"Where did the blind young master get rich today?"

"Our blind young master is not very energetic today!"

As the neighbours joked, Wang Jie laughed!

Wang Jie was actually not blind, not only not blind, his eyes were bright and gleaming, they were the typical Danfeng eyes with a slightly bad look. The reason why he is called the blind young master is because of his father! Dad is the owner of this meditation shop and Wang Jie's adoptive father-Lai Xiazi!

Lai Blind’s real name is Lai Yuejin, and one of his eyes is blind. He used to wear a pair of blind glasses as a fortune teller in the early years, hence the name Lai Blind! As for this ass-sized store, it is Lai Blind’s only property. It also has a cheeky name: the flagship of Cloud City International Mining Equipment. If you don’t know, you think there is a transnational business! It is because of this unlucky name that Wang Jie, who followed Lai Blind at the age of five, became the young treasurer, the blind young master in the eyes of others!

Enter the store, close the door! Wang Jie silently took out one of the best chestnut tablets from the shelf, took his father's best wolf pen, and wrote in Old Song Ti: "Xianyu Lin's Tairu is the spiritual position of the gentleman!"

Wang Jie placed the tablet in the middle of the back of the store, respectfully put on a stick of incense, was silent for a long time, and murmured: "You go well, you won't be able to see you for the last time, but don't worry, it won't take long. The son will go back, and all of them will pay the price!" When he said this, Wang Jie's face was as pale as paper!

That's right, this Lin Yajun is Wang Jie's mother! It's just that Wang Jie hasn't seen her in a full eight years!

On his eighteenth birthday, Dad Lai Blind had a good meal and said to Wang Jie that there would be important guests tonight! Wang Jie was very excited, faintly, he felt that it must be his mother coming. But that night, he and Blind Lai waited and waited, instead of waiting for their mother Lin Yajun, they waited for a group of people in black. Wang Jie's birthday cake was smashed to pieces, and Lai Blind's shop was also smashed to pieces.

Wang Jie knew that these people were the minions of Yancheng Wang's family!

Memories, always with a trace of bitterness!

Just when Wang Jie knelt in front of the tablet and smoked the third cigarette, with a bang, the store door outside was kicked open!

Wang Jie wiped the corners of his eyes and twisted his cigarette butts. As soon as he left the door, his luxury version of "Flying Pigeon" was flying into the store. Then, five or six big guys with flower arms rushed in. !

"What do you mean, brothers, what do you need?" Wang Jie smiled and helped the bicycle up, not forgetting to blow the dust on it, and asked politely!

"Damn, bad luck, it turned out to be a dead shop!" A guy with yellow hair looked around and couldn't help spitting and cursing.

Wang Jie looked at Huang Mao’s "brilliant hair" and smiled flatteringly: "This big brother doesn't know. Although this sells things for dead people, this is not a dead person's shop. It's like the same yellow hair. Dogs, golden retrievers can be called golden retrievers, but local yellow dogs can only be called dog legs!"

Huang Mao didn't seem to notice the meaning of Wang Jie's words, but coldly said: "You are the owner of this shop, what is your name? Wang Jie? Fatty Jin exaggerated and said that you are good at fighting. I thought you were sacred. Just a shriveled monkey!"

Wang Jie understood that this was the fat man who had broken his hand and found someone to retaliate! The speed is fast enough...

If it had been in the past, Wang Jie would have nodded his head and bowed to apologize now, taking a big brother to pretend to be grandson. But from now on, he has to change his way of life, because he doesn't have any worries anymore.

"Yes, it's me. What's the matter with the big brothers, does Fat Jin think my paper tie is good and introduce your business to me?" Wang Jie smiled lightly, and simply sat behind the counter while using Sharpening the knife and cleaving the paper-tied bamboo, he said casually: "Dare to ask a few people, is it dead or dead? Are you in such a hurry? Isn't it the death of both parents? Did Jin Fatty tell me? You guys, my paper bundles are not cheap!"

Huang Mao yelled angrily when he heard this, raised his hand and threw the lucky three-legged golden toad on the counter to the ground, and said in a vicious manner: "What are you pretending to be stupid? To tell you the truth, Fatty Jin will give us one hundred thousand, don't stop. Yes, you need a leg!"