Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

"Who are you?"

"Go away, no one wants to bully me!"

The old man who originally knew Zhao Bingjun's eldest son, at this moment, slapped Zhao Bingjun with a slap.

Don't look at the old man's white hair, but this skill is obviously not bad.

When the slap was called, Fubao could feel a wind blowing across his face.

Fortunately, Zhao Bingjun was not a weak hand, so he avoided this sudden slap.

"Dad, I'm your eldest brother!"

Knowing that his father's head is not clear, and when to say something good, Zhao Bingjun spoke quickly.

However, the words that used to be very useful are now useless at all.

"Old liar, my eldest brother is old and good-looking, and you don't even look in the mirror, just your old bangzi face, you still want to lie to me, you think I'm stupid!"

As soon as the old man said these words, Zhao Bingjun was dumbfounded.

Well, this time, he should have shot himself in the foot and suffered himself.

When his father met Fubao, he not only thought of his poor girl, but also thought back to their childhood.

"Baby, it's up to you!"

Not daring to use force on his own father, Zhao Bingjun could only let Fubao adapt accordingly.

What can Fubao say?

This is her transmigrator, replaced by a real little girl, no matter how precocious she is, I am afraid that she will cry now.

At this time, Fubao could only follow the old man's mind.

But the tragedy is that before Fu Bao could speak, the old man actually woke up by himself.

"You are not my daughter!"

"Who are you?"

No one knows how the old man regained consciousness, but Zhao Bingjun was relieved that he was able to regain consciousness.

"Father, this is Fu Bao!"

"It's Brother Bao's little girl!"

"It's the eldest sister's granddaughter!"

Taking advantage of his father's recovery, Zhao Bingjun quickly informed him of Fubao's identity.

"Brother Bao's little girl?"

"Brother Bao found it?"

"Okay, good, really good. Dad didn't take good care of your eldest sister or brother Bao."

"You have to take care of this little girl for me!"

"By the way, all the properties and things under my name are given to the little girl!"

As the old man said these words, Fu Bao was instantly stunned on the spot, and she became rich again!

"Grandpa Zeng, I can't have it!"

After Fu Bao was stunned, he hurriedly spoke.

She has a lot of money now, which is derived from her grandmother's dowry and dowry. Although I don't know how much property the old man has, it will definitely not be a small amount.

"Girl, if Grandpa Zeng gives it to you, take it!"

The old man looked at Fubao, "You and your grandmother looked exactly the same when you were young!"

"I've been confused for so many years, if it weren't for you, I would have to continue to be confused!"

The old man looked at Fubao dotingly, "Anyway, if Grandpa Zeng gives it to you, you can take it, and no one dares to say nothing!"

"Father, grandfather!"

Just as the old man's voice fell, a group of people roared.

These people are old and young, male and female.

Fu Bao looked at the group of people who came over and was a little confused.

When these people approached and saw them greet Zhao Bingjun and the old man one by one, Fubao also confirmed the identities of these people.

"Grandfather, my grandson heard what you said just now. Don't you think you are too partial?"

The person who spoke was Zhao Yixuan, the eldest son of Zhao Bingjun and the eldest grandson of the Zhao family.

"I'm biased, how are you doing?"

Hearing the words of the eldest grandson, the old man looked directly at him with cold eyes.

"Grandfather, are you confused?"

When Zhao Yixuan heard the old man's response, he roared out in anger.

But just as he finished speaking, Zhao Bingjun slapped him in the face and shouted angrily, "Presumptuous, is that how you talked to your grandfather?"

"Dad, did your son say something wrong?"

Zhao Yixuan did not restrain his attitude because he was beaten, "At the beginning, because of my aunt, our family was worried day and night..."

"You son of a bitch, shut up!"

Zhao Bingjun raised his hand to clean up his eldest son again.

But at this moment, a woman rushed out and stopped in front of Zhao Bingjun.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Even if the boss said the wrong thing, you teach him, he is such a big man, why do you still do it?"

"If you want to hit, hit me!"

"Grandfather, don't hit my dad!"

As Zhao Bingjun's wife Sun rushed up, Zhao Yixuan's sons also rushed up. Zhao Yixuan's sons are of the same generation as Boss Xu. All of them are sturdy young men. Standing up together at this moment, the sense of oppression is not ordinary.

Uh, yes, Fu Bao and Zhao Yixuan's sons are of the same generation, but unfortunately, she is too young.

"Great-grandfather, you are too partial!"

Zhao Chenglian, the eldest son of Zhao Yixuan. He has always been valued by Zhao Bingjun, thinking that he will be the backbone of the Zhao family in the future.

In fact, Zhao Bingjun has always valued his eldest son and grandson.

After all, he is the heir of the old Zhao family, so he must be cultivated vigorously.

"I'm just biased!"

Even if the eldest grandson and great-grandson unanimously consider it to be partial, the old man still has the same attitude.

"The Zhao family has been passed down for hundreds of years."

"The wealth of the Zhao family is rich enough to rival the country. As long as the descendants can keep the family business, they will not be able to spend it in several lifetimes."

"As for you, you have your own part."

"I'm an old man. Who do I want to give my part to? This is my old man's own business. You don't accept it? What qualifications do you have to refuse?"

"What? My old man doesn't even have the right to dispose of his own things?"

The old man angrily looked at his grandsons and great-grandchildren who challenged him, "If you still don't agree, okay, get me out of the Zhao family, it's against you!"

He once supported the Zhao family alone, and how much grievances he suffered, the old man never complained. Because he knew that he was protecting the family.

But now, the people from the old Zhao family's side branch have not jumped out, but the grandsons and great-grandchildren that he has always kept in mind are making trouble.

His favored favor over the years has really been favored on dogs.

"Dad, don't be angry!"

Zhao Bingjun didn't expect his son and grandson to be such a jerk, so he hurried to persuade his father.

Fubao followed suit and said, "Grandpa Zeng, don't be angry, you have to take good care of your body, otherwise, the things you gave me will be taken back soon!"

At this moment, Fu Bao didn't think about letting things go.

Of course, she didn't deliberately target Zhao Yixuan and his sons, she was just taking this thing to give the old man more motivation to live.

What the old man did just now was clearly to arrange the funeral.

If this person has no desire to live, then I am afraid that he will soon be able to say goodbye to this world.

And this is not what Fubao wants to see.

third chapter! I hope I can still write four thousand words, come on, continue to code!