Rebirth Eighty Spicy Wife Heads the House

Yan Bochuan's movements were very slow. He first took out the syringe and pushed the air inside, then took back an iron box, opened it and took out a tweezer, and used the tweezers to pick out a slender needle, and slowly pressed it on the syringe.

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Even the action of holding the glass bottle at the end was very slow, as if he was doing some scientific experiments.

Jiang Xueying looked at Yan Bochuan's slow motion in horror, her eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously, her eyes full of tears of fear. She was afraid and regretted it.

A whimpering sound came out of his mouth.

Yan Bochuan pulled the potion into the syringe and turned around and walked slowly towards Jiang Xueying.

Ignoring her horrified eyes and squeaking voice, I grabbed her hair with one hand, forcing her head to tilt back hard, and whispered: "Want to marry me?!"

Jiang Xueying shook her head wildly. She didn't expect that she would not kill Ye Nan this time, but instead let her return to the provincial capital and meet Yan Bochuan.

She couldn't figure out what was good about that barbaric woman, and it was worth waiting for her so much for Yan Bochuan.

Yan Bochuan sneered, but there was a cold light in his eyes. The needle pricked on Jiang Xueying's neck and pierced it without any hesitation, slowly pushing the potion in.

Even if Jiang Xueying's skin was peeled off, his hatred would be hard to eliminate.

If there is hell on this earth, why not let him go to the hell first?

Jiang Xueying couldn't make a sound, and she felt millions of ants being poured into her body, gnawing on her nerves. She wanted to shout, but couldn't make a sound.

How could Yan Bochuan be so cruel!

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When Yan Bochuan came out of the small building, it was already evening. He stood in front of the gloomy small building for a while before walking towards his place where he lived.

He still lives in the military district guesthouse and lives with Yan Jichuan.

When I opened the door, I didn't expect that Yuan Hua and Yan Jichuan were both there.

Yuan Hua had a gloomy face, while Yan Jichuan looked like I didn't know anything and said nothing. He leaned lazily against the head of the bed to smoke.

Yan Bochuan glanced at Yuan Hua, silently took off his coat and threw it onto the chair beside him.

Yuan Hua was so angry that he looked even more ugly when he saw that Yan Bochuan ignored him at all: "Where did you take Xueying? She still has injuries on her body. Do you want to kill her?"

Yan Bochuan still ignored her, unbuttoned the top two buttons on her shirt, pulled the collar, went over to take the washbasin and towel and turned around to go out.

Yuan Hua slapped the armrest of the sofa and stood up: "Yan Bochuan! Do you still have my biological mother in your eyes?"

Yan Bochuan turned around and looked at her coldly: "What would you do if I killed Jiang Xueying?"

Yan Jichuan, who was leaning against the bedside smoking, shook his hands and the ashes fell on his body. He jumped up and patted his shirt. He killed Jiang Xueying, which would become very troublesome.

After all, even if this person is an unforgivable bad guy, they have no right to kill her.

Yuan Hua's face changed instantly, and he looked at his eldest son in disbelief: "You really killed Jiang Xueying? You... you are simply confused! Killing someone will pay your life. Besides, what did Xueying do wrong? You just hate her so much

?What did she do to her family over the years? You and Ji Chuan are not at home every day and all year round. Xueying has been taking care of me and your father."

"Who doesn't say that we are blessed? The daughters we picked up are so filial. Did you really kill her?"

Yan Bochuan looked at Yuan Hua coldly: "You really don't know what she did?"

Yuan Hua was stunned for a moment, suddenly thought of Ye Nan, and frowned in an instant: "Is it for that shameless woman again?"

Yan Bochuan's eyes instantly became extremely cold, and his hand holding the basin burst out with blue veins: "What did you say?"

Others are afraid of Yan Bochuan, but Yuan Hua is not afraid. He thought that he was his son and frowned: "Am I wrong? A girl slept with a man before getting married and gave birth to a child? I told you, you can

I recognize Qingqing, after all, that is the blood of our Yan family, but that woman, I will definitely not allow her to enter the Yan family."

In Yuan Hua's eyes, Miaojiang in southern Yunnan is a backward and barbaric place with perverse folk customs.

It is an uncivilized nation and place.

Yan Bochuan's other hand was hanging down beside him, his fists were clenched and loosened, and then he suppressed the urge to do something in his heart. No matter what, the person in front of him was his biological mother.

Restrained his anger and spoke coldly: "If this is the case, I will not have a surname in this Yan!"

After saying that, he quickly walked out with a basin.

Yuan Hua was so angry that he wanted to chase him out, but was stopped by Yan Jichuan: "Mom, calm down, I think you'd better leave it alone."

If she insisted on interfering, Yan Bochuan might be able to do something.

Yuan Hua's face turned pale: "I don't care? If I don't care, he will marry that wild woman back. Then the whole courtyard will be laughed at our family."

Yan Jichuan looked at Yuan Hua: "Then do you know what Jiang Xueying did back then?"

Yuan Hua snorted: "What are you doing? Isn't it just to go to southern Yunnan to find that woman and tell her not to be foolish. Not all cats and dogs can marry us."

Yan Jichuan glanced at Yuan Hua helplessly, and he couldn't control this matter.

Yuan Hua had a stern face: "Tell me the truth, did that woman appear? What did your brother treat Xueying like this?"

Yan Jichuan patted Yuan Hua on the shoulder: "If you still care about the relationship between mother and son, then you'd better not worry about this matter. If you want my elder brother to refuse to recognize you from now on, you can continue to make trouble."

Yuan Hua was furious in an instant and raised his eyebrows to look at Yan Jichuan: "What does it mean? He doesn't recognize me as his biological mother? I think he dares!"

Yan Jichuan stopped talking. In his memory, his mother was always strict and rigid, but she never felt so unreasonable.

After Yan Bochuan went out, he did not go back to his room, but kept smoking on the rooftop.

Squinted at the hazy night in the distance in the smoke, he wanted to give Ye Nan a justice, but what he owed, how should he pay it back?

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The next morning, it was just dawn.

As soon as Xu Qing got up, he saw Yan Bochuan standing outside the door, with his beard green and his face full of vicissitudes. He even had an illusion that he felt that his sideburns had a lot more white hair.

There are also cigarette butts scattered on the ground, which means he has been here for a long time.

Xu Qing choked up and said, "Dad, why don't you knock on the door when you come?"

Yan Bochuan took out a large lunch box wrapped in a towel from his arms and handed it to Xu Qing: "This is your mother's favorite candy rice cake, it's still hot, please give it to her."

Xu Qing took the lunch box with his father's body temperature. Before he could speak, Yan Bochuan said again: "Take good care of your mother. I've been a little busy these days, so I can't come."

The tone sounds plain but always has a good idea.

He held the lunch box in one hand and grabbed Yan Bochuan's cuff with the other: "Dad, where are you going?"

Yan Bochuan reached out and touched Xu Qing's head: "It's okay, I'll be back soon."

Xu Qing sent Yan Bochuan away and took the lunch box back. Seeing that Ye Nan had not woken up, she felt that her mother's sleep seemed to be particularly good, and she could sleep for more than ten hours a day.

Go to the kitchen to put down your lunch box and prepare to make breakfast.

Halfway through breakfast, someone patted the door, and the white wolf also shouted fiercely...