You Are My Rare Passion

"If you don't get a divorce, why are you staying here?" Ding Chan's clothes trembled with anger, "Will you work with my daughter as a pawn for your nephew?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yao Wenwu frowned and said, "Taotao is my nephew and the cousin of our two daughters.

As younger sisters, it is a blessing to have a brother. If anything happens in the future, Taotao can protect them and take care of them. "

“Heh,” Ding Chanyi sneered, “Should Yao Taolue take care of my daughter, or should I wait until my daughters grow up and let them work as cattle and horses for Yao Taolue?

My daughter is still so young, so you let them give way to Yao Taolee in everything. The good food, drink, and fun things all belong to Yao Taolee, and my daughter can only watch.

Why are you telling me that when they grow up, Yao Tao will take care of my daughter and protect my daughter? "

Yao Wenwu was speechless for a moment before saying: "We are all one family, why bother with so much?"

"I feel sick when I hear what you said!" Ding Chanyi looked at him with disgust and said, "Yao Wenwu, I want to divorce you!"

"Just leave!" Old Mrs. Yao said angrily, "If you keep the secret recipe and the videos of two dead girls, I will let my son divorce you!"

"Have your spring and autumn dream!" Ding Chanyi said with a livid face, "The secret recipe belongs to our Ding family and has nothing to do with your Yao family!

Even if I die, you can't get the secret recipe! "

"If I don't give you the secret recipe, get out of here!" Mrs. Yao pushed Ding Chanyi out of the courtyard. "If I don't give you the secret recipe, you will never see two dead girls again in this life!"

She held down Ding Chanyi to prevent her from returning to the yard, and then said to Yao Wenwu: "Kick those two people out and close the door!"

Ling Yue frowned and walked out of the yard with Gu Yiman on his back before Yao Wenwu could catch up.

Old Mrs. Yao handed the payment code in her hand to Ling Yue: "Pay! Pay the money before leaving, otherwise, the plaster will be left behind!"

"Pay, we will definitely pay," Ling Yue said coldly, "but we won't pay you."

"Why don't you pay me?" Old Mrs. Yao reached out to grab the plaster in Gu Yiman's hand, "This is something from our old Yao family. If you take something from our old Yao family, you have to pay me!"

"This is not yours!" Gu Yiman dodged her hand, "I understand clearly that the secret recipe of the plaster belongs to this elder sister..."

She pointed at Ding Chanyi: "When we pay, we will only pay it to this eldest sister, not you."

"She is my daughter-in-law!" Old Mrs. Yao said confidently, "She belongs to our Yao family, so the plasters she makes naturally belong to our Yao family!

When I collected the money, I wanted to keep it for my granddaughters and use it as dowries for my granddaughters.

If she accepts it, she might divorce my son one day and have children with another wild man, and my granddaughter will have nothing to do with her! "

"You lied!" Gu Yiman looked at her with disgust and said, "You are obviously robbing her and trying to subsidize your grandson!"

"It's none of your business!" Old Mrs. Yao glared at Gu Yiman fiercely: "Either give me money or return the plaster. Why is there so much nonsense?

Our plasters all sell for thirty yuan a patch, but this prodigal woman only sells them for twenty yuan. For twenty yuan, I don’t want to sell them to you! "

"Mom!" Yao Wenwu walked to Mrs. Yao and whispered helplessly: "I think these two people are not ordinary people. Don't offend others casually."