Return of the God of War: The Vest Boss is A and Sassy

door open,

All the personnel on the hundreds of War Department vehicles got off.

A graceful figure stepped down from the front car.

"Clap clap clap..."

Yan Yihan stepped on the red carpet, applauded all the way, and looked at the Yan family jokingly.

"Little bitch, what's with you?"

After some silence, the second lady Bai Linlin's sharp voice suddenly sounded.

Although it has been eight years, Yan Yihan's handsome face has not changed much, but it is much prettier than eight years ago, and the beauty of the Yan family also looks bleak in front of her.

Yan Luo softly pondered this, looking at the other party's perfect figure and her immortal temperament, a surge of anger quietly surged into her heart.

When everyone in the Yan family heard this, their brows were furrowed, as if they had seen a broom star, they all glared at them.

"What, doesn't the Yan family welcome me?"

Yan Yihan tilted his head and looked at everyone in the Yan family with blinking eyes.

"Little bitch, get out of here."

"The Yan family doesn't welcome a mourning star like you."

"How could someone like you still have the face to return to Yan's house?"

"The current prison is really humane. Even sending a felon to **** so many people."

Everyone in the Yan family accused Yan Yihan one after another.

If such a person appeared in the Yan family, if he was seen by a big man, wouldn't he spoil the big man's eyes.

"I heard that the Yan family's market value has risen by billions, are you happy, Yan Yuan?"

Yan Yihan gave Yan Yuan a meaningful glance.

Yan Yuan was very angry, and roared, "You little bitch, I'm your grandfather, what do you call me? I'm not big or small."

"Hurry up and blast her out. I don't know if she just came back from prison. Don't smear the eyes of the big shots."

Yan Luojun got up and said coldly, "You little bitch, you dare to come back?"

Yan Yihan jokingly smiled, "Why can't I come back?"

Yan Luojun walked up to her quickly and said sarcastically, "Hmph, don't you just want money when you come back now?"

"Clap!"

Yan Luojun threw ten five-dollar bills on the ground, raised his feet, spat on the shoe upper, and said, "Lick my shoes clean, the fifty-dollar bills are yours."

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Everyone laughed together, looking at Yan Yihan as if they were watching a joke.

"Fifty dollars is enough for her to eat ten bowls of instant noodles. I guess she can lick her shoes."

"Little bastard, don't kneel down and lick it clean."

"This is the Yan family's last charity to you."

Yan Luorou stepped forward, ready to hold her neck.

However, at the moment when she started.

"Snapped!"

An extremely loud slap slapped her face fiercely.

"what!"

Yan Luorou screamed and was slapped and flew out.

The whole place fell into a dead silence.

"Little bitch, how dare you!"

Yan Luojun glared angrily, and slapped him.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Yan Yihan raised his leg and kicked him in the face.

Immediately after, a figure flew out a dozen meters away.

"what…"

Yan Luojun held his head and screamed.

Yan Luorou, who was just about to get up, was hit again by the flying Yan Luojun.

Everyone in the Yan family looked at Yan Yihan dumbly.

Quiet.

The field has reached the point where the needle drop can be heard.

What did Yan Yihan do?

She even slapped Yan Luorou flying.

How can it be?

She is just a weak woman, where did she get so much strength.

"You bastard, bastard! You are a wolf-hearted thing, even if you assassinate your uncle, your sister Rouer is so kind to give you money, you **** dare to beat people."

Yan Yuan was about to explode with anger.

It seems that she has been in prison for so many years, and she has not wanted to repent, but her strength has increased a bit.

"Luo Rou has been saying good things about you in front of me, you are a **** who is not as good as a pig and a dog."

Yan Yuan became more and more angry, how could he give birth to such a cheap granddaughter.

"Come here, beat this **** to death with a stick, and kill this old man."

The servants of the Yan family surrounded him with sticks.