Close Mad Son-in-law

Chu Yun could feel the woman's kindness towards him.

But at this moment, he didn't even know what a woman was called.

"You can call me Aunt Duan."

After talking about Chu Yun's mother, Aunt Duan flashed a friendly smile on her face: "Speaking of which. I used to follow your mother's butt, but she always disliked me. Tell me not to follow. she was."

Chu Yun smiled. Not surprising.

Even Her Majesty the Queen was once a closed disciple of her mother. He almost became her daughter-in-law.

One more mysterious woman called herself Aunt Duan, and Chu Yun got used to it. It didn't feel embarrassing either.

Have a chat.

The doorbell was suddenly rang.

Chu Yun thought it was the mysterious girl who came to the door.

It was a middle-aged man in a neat suit who entered the house.

He has a unique temperament, and there is a strange breath faintly on his body. Obviously long is very ordinary, but it is impossible to ignore.

"Miss. Time is up." The middle-aged man stepped forward, not looking at Chu Yun more.

"He is Chu Yun." Aunt Duan nodded slightly and said. "The son of my benefactor."

"Hello." The middle-aged man glanced at Chu Yun, but didn't take it too seriously. He didn't even look at Chu Yun differently.

He hadn't personally experienced everything before. What you know and hear is just hearsay. He only had Aunt Duan in his eyes, and he didn't care about those so-called grievances.

"Then don't bother." Chu Yun stood up. Ready to say goodbye.

"In half a year. The ten-year martial arts conference is about to be held." Aunt Duan suddenly thought of something and glanced up at the middle-aged man. "Wen Zhao. Chu Yun has already obtained the title of King Wu. You find a way to get him a place."

When the middle-aged man heard the words, his expression was slightly strange: "The quota was set a year ago. Now the arrangement is a bit late. It's not in line with the process."

"If it doesn't work, just give him your place." Aunt Duan's tone is calm, but she reveals an indisputable majesty.

"I want to find a way." Wen Zhao nodded and said. "You should go back."

"Ok."

Aunt Duan slowly got up and looked at Chu Yun with a soft look: "If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can find Wen Zhao. He may be slightly inferior to your second uncle Chu Zhongtang in terms of overall strength. But in China, it is also counted. Name."

When Chu Yun heard the words, his brain spun quickly.

Wen Zhao?

The name sounds a bit familiar, and I can't react to it for too long.

"Is your surname Jiang?" Chu Yun blurted out.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

"Northwestern King Jiang Wenzhao?" Chu Yun said suddenly.

"An imaginary name." Jiang Wenzhao said with a pursed lips. "In front of the young lady, I'm just a servant."

Northwest Wang Jiang Wenzhao. A terrifying existence that is so famous, but low-key that no one knows.

According to legend, as long as you go to the northwest, you only need to mention Jiang Wenzhao's name. Better than Chu Zhongtang. Black and white, no one dared not give him face.

"I heard. Have you ever broken your wrist with my second uncle?" Chu Yun's heart of gossip rose.

This is why he is familiar with Jiang Wenzhao's name.

A few years ago, he heard Chu Shaohuai mentioned.

The fight between the two sides was very fierce, you die and you die. The entire Chinese business community has been affected by this.

It's just that Chu Yun doesn't care about the business world, so he can't react to it immediately.

This should be put in the eyes of others, I am afraid that this middle-aged man has long been thought of. It is in the Chinese business community that there are very few powerful figures who can fight against Chu Zhongtang.

But at this moment, in front of Aunt Duan, he actually called himself a servant. And call it Miss.

What is the background and origin of this auntie?

"Small things." Jiang Wenzhao said lightly. "All to beg for food."

A capital war of tens of billions and hundreds of billions, described as begging for food? The swollen top beam at home didn't dare to be so mad.

But in Jiang Wenzhao's eyes, he might really understand it as begging for food.

The three people walked out of the room, but Aunt Duan suddenly turned her head, her skin was as soft as fat and her beautiful eyes were as tranquil as water. Even the kindness and serenity brought by age cannot conceal her innate charm and elegance.

The surprise on her body may be more from her restraint and tolerance. Rather than a beautiful appearance.

Except for Her Majesty, Chu Yun can only find this kind of tolerance in Aunt Duan.

Aunt Chu Hongye couldn't do it. I don’t know if it’s not enough age or how. Obviously more aggressive. More flying.

"My little apprentice, just keep it and use it. It's swift and obedient. The most important thing is that she is very simple. She won't resist whatever you want." Aunt Duan said.

When Jiang Wenzhao heard the words, he frowned slightly, and did not say anything.

Chu Yun wanted to refuse. It can be seen that Aunt Duan is very sincere, so she nodded her head and agreed.

"Where are you going?" Chu Yun asked casually.

"Go home." Aunt Duan smiled. "You take care. Together we look forward to your mother's return."

After all, she left the hotel accompanied by Jiang Wenzhao.

In the corridor, the invisible sense of oppression. After Aunt Duan left, she gradually pulled away until she disappeared completely.

A woman who can let Jiang Wenzhao, the king of the Northwest, be an entourage, simply stay in a hotel, there are so many women guarded by the strong.

What is she coming from?

What terrifying force is behind it?

And now, a group of horrible beings like her are all looking forward to the return of their mother.

"Mom. You are such a fierce girl." Chu Yun shook his head and walked to the mysterious girl's room.

Her name is Ali.

A very playful name. It's also a bit of the meaning of the name, light and lively. As introduced by Aunt Duan, he is sensible and easy to send.

Inside the RV.

Jiang Wenzhao opened the thermos cup cautiously. Passed it to Aunt Duan.

"The genius doctor Xue told me that you must drink the medicine on time. Otherwise, everything will be lost~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Jiang Wenzhao frowned and said. "Just to see him, is it worth it? "

Aunt Duan took the thermos cup and put into her mouth the traditional Chinese medicine that Doctor Xue had prepared well. Red lips curled up slightly and said: "What. Are you jealous of him?"

Jiang Wenzhao pursed his lips and said, "You have misunderstood."

"Back then, she hesitated to let me be a daughter-in-law to Lao Chu's family. Later, she felt that although I was not as strong and domineering as hiding my spiritual clothing, I looked a little worse. It didn't fit her aesthetics." Aunt Duan said with a smile. "Otherwise, I really don't know how to face this kid now."

"That woman is used to being strong. She wants to be a daughter-in-law when she is a woman. She doesn't look at the virtues of her son." Jiang Wenzhao seemed to be like Chu Zhongtang, who didn't like Chu Yun's mother who was treated like a **** by Aunt Duan.

"He's pretty good." Aunt Duan said slowly. "At the very least, you didn't get the title of King Wu at the age of twenty-seven."

"The martial arts side really didn't say it." Jiang Wenzhao said with a pursed lips. "But that's also inheriting his dad's genes. It has nothing to do with her."

"No matter what, give him a place." Aunt Duan said meaningfully. "Although she has not shown up, I think she must be watching all this silently."

"Do you really want him to participate?" Jiang Wenzhao frowned. "You know. The ten-year martial arts convention is called a secret conference where the world's strongest men gather. But it is also the concentration camp where the strong men have fallen. In each session, there are countless martial arts wizards. And it is. A true peerless wizard."

"I think she should hope that Chu Yun will participate." Aunt Duan said slowly. "And the beginning of these old past events was the martial arts convention thirty years ago."

After all, Aunt Duan looked back at Jiang Wenzhao: "You said. Can this year's martial arts convention reproduce the glory and brilliance of thirty years ago?"

"I am looking forward."