You Are My Rare Passion

"Shut up!" Mr. Yang grabbed another teacup and threw it at Zhang Huanhuan's feet.

Looking at Zhang Huanhuan's beautiful but stupid face, Mr. Yang once again regretted that he shouldn't have softened his heart and nodded in agreement with his son to marry Zhang Huanhuan.

The father is stupid, and the mother is stupid.

After marrying a stupid daughter-in-law, he is not just as simple as having an extra stupid daughter-in-law, even his grandson is stupid!

Facts have proved that qualifications and genetic inheritance have a lot to do with each other.

There are many rich people who choose smart and beautiful girls when they marry in order to give birth to the next generation with good looks and high IQ.

He has long understood this.

However, at the beginning, he failed to stop his son from marrying the idiot Zhang Huanhuan.

It was his fault.

He spoiled his son too much to be principled.

He made a mistake once, and he can't make a second mistake.

This time, he must stick to the principle and stick to it to the end.

Zhang Huanhuan had already harmed his eldest son, and he couldn't let her harm the whole family anymore.

With a decision in his heart, he gradually calmed down.

People grow old.

He has long understood that there is no cure for being stupid.

No matter how angry he is and how much he teaches, a fool is a fool and will never become a wise man.

He has no way to change Zhang Huanhuan, the only thing he can do is to completely cut off Zhang Huanhuan from the Yang family.

When it was dark, Yang Jingxiong hurried back.

Zhang Huanhuan's legs were numb. Seeing Yang Jingxiong was like seeing a savior, and his eyes lit up, "Honey, you're back!"

Yang Jingxiong didn't care about her, and asked Mr. Yang eagerly: "Dad, what's the matter? Did the other party forgive Xiaoye?"

Mr. Yang looked at Yang Moye, and said coldly, "Xiaoye, tell your father what happened."

Yang Moye didn't dare to disobey, he stammered and told Yang Jingxiong what happened in the hospital.

After Yang Jingxiong listened, his heart sank.

He hated iron and said to Yang Moye and Zhang Huanhuan: "You are here to make an apology, not to watch the excitement. Don't you know what the attitude of an apology should be? Even if you don't feel guilty or sad, you Can't even put on a dress?"

Mr. Yang felt very tired.

He was afraid that these two idiots would not know how to do things. He taught them everything in the car, but he didn't teach them to pretend to be sad and guilty.

In his opinion, to apologize to others if you do something wrong, you must have a look of guilt on your face, which is something everyone will understand.

Unfortunately, neither Yang Moye nor Zhang Huanhuan understood.

Yang Moye lowered his head and cried again.

He didn't understand why policeman Nie Yan was fine, but his grandfather made him stand here and punish him as if the sky had fallen.

Zhang Huanhuan was even more aggrieved, "I have already apologized, and as my father said, my attitude is very good and sincere, but the other party insists on picking bones..."

"Shut up!" Mr. Yang became angry when he heard her speak.

He didn't want to listen to Zhang Huanhuan anymore, and he didn't want to see her beautiful but stupid face again.

He looked at Yang Jingxiong coldly and said, "Boss, I will give you two choices now. First, you and Zhang Huanhuan will divorce, and the position of heir will be handed over to your younger brother. If you stay in the Yang family, I will give it to you." Find a suitable location."

As if a thunderbolt fell from the sky, it struck Yang Jingxiong's head fiercely, and he looked at Mr. Yang in shock.