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Chapter 966

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    Downstairs, Li Wenyan¡¯s face instantly darkened as he watched the police officers go out.

    There were two broken pieces of blood-stained porcelain on the coffee table.

    It was brought into the house by one of the police officers.

    Li Wenyan remembered the pattern. This was the porridge bowl in the master bedroom.

    Thanks to Ouyang Qian¡¯s quick reaction, she saw what the police were holding at the top of the stairs, so she immediately went back upstairs and put a band-aid on her right ring finger.

    Li Wenyan wanted to find out who called the police, but the two police officers said they didn't know, only that they were enthusiastic members of the public - the other party heard someone in the Li family arguing, and later saw the blood-stained porcelain, and immediately picked it up and sent it to the police station.

    In other words, someone is meddling in other people¡¯s business!

    Thinking of who swept away the broken bowl just now, Li Wenyan couldn't help but cast his cold eyes on Wu's mother who was clearing the coffee table in the living room.

    As a result, when she turned around, she met Wu¡¯s mother¡¯s disdainful eyes.

    Li Wenyan: ""

    "If you have legs, please move."

    Li Wenyan didn¡¯t expect that an aunt in his family would dare to be weird with him. Before he could reprimand him, Ouyang Qian spoke first: ¡°Aunt Wu, help me squeeze a glass of juice.¡±

    After Wu¡¯s mother left, Li Wenyan looked at Ouyang Qian on the sofa: ¡°If you recruit such an ignorant person to be your aunt, who will be responsible if something happens later?¡±

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    Ouyang Qian smiled coldly: "You can raise a woman at home, what's wrong with me switching to a servant?"

    Li Wenyan didn¡¯t expect her to have this attitude.

    In the past thirty years, Ouyang Qian has always been gentle and carefree in front of him.

    However, since my last miscarriage, I have been mean day after day.

    Seeing that Ouyang Qian was going over old scores again, Li Wenyan was too lazy to argue with her and just pointed to the kitchen: "Today she can give away the bloody porcelain pieces, and one day in the future, she can also take away other things in the house."

    "That's what the congressman said."

    Caught off guard, a retort sounded behind him.

    Li Wenyan turned around following the sound¡ª¡ª

    Mother Wu was holding a glass of orange juice with a look of disapproval on her face: "I don't throw the broken dishes into the trash can outside. How can I stick them up and reuse them? Congressman, you don't mind it."

    After saying that, you put your elbow away from him and entered the living room.

    After handing the orange juice to Ouyang Qian, Mother Wu looked over again: "There are some things I have to say today. My wife has worked hard to run this family for you, Congressman. If you don't appreciate it, just let the women outside do it to her."  , I still fight with her today, how can I act like a man?"

    Li Wenyan is used to being flattered by others. He has never been ridiculed by a servant, "When will it be your servant's turn to speak in this family?!"

    "Okay, Aunt Wu." Ouyang Qian said.

    Mother Wu just shut up.

    His last glance at Li Wenyan was filled with disgust.

    It¡¯s like looking at a puddle of vomit on the side of the road.

    The veins on Li Wenyan's forehead loomed, and he could see that Ouyang Qian was protecting the servant. However, he still remembered the business and did not lower his status to argue with a slave, so he turned back upstairs.

    Whether the old case will be retried depends on the attitude of the past two days.

    Now that Tang Li has returned home, it is natural for Song Boyan to contact him.

    In front of the master bedroom door, the servant is taking a broom to clean up the dust and ceramic tile residue that cannot be dealt with by a vacuum cleaner.

    Because those bloody porcelain pieces attracted the police, Li Wenyan instinctively took another look at the garbage now. The servant happened to be carrying a dustpan and turned around: "Congressman."

    The next second, Li Wenyan saw the white spot in the dustpan.

    Tang Li put on his headphones in the room and was about to recite his lines when a roar came from outside.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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