Chapter 1108: He Chen, you are too arrogant

"It's ugly, go back and replace it." He Chen was unhappy, very unhappy.

He even regretted it. He knew that this woman was so good-looking in a long

skirt, so he should let her put on a sack before going out.

Yin Mo's face and figure are matched with a slim black velvet dress, and her

** index is almost exploding.

He Chen's domineering possessiveness is at work, and he has strengthened his

belief that in the future, this woman should not be allowed to dress too well.

Too ** hiring.

At this time, Yin Mo touched the black velvet fabric that felt very good to

the touch, and the corners of his lips were a little emotional, "Didn't you

let me wear this skirt? Why do you say it is ugly now?"

He Chen's gaze narrowed slightly, and the subconscious's poisonous tongue

properties drove him to raise his lips and sarcastically, "You don't look at

yourself either..."

Speaking halfway, he quickly silenced again.

Because Yin Mo pouted slightly, his expression revealed the subtle grievance.

He Chen's arrogance went out at once.

He grabbed the broken hair in front of his forehead, rolled his Adam’s apple

to settle his emotions, "Baby..."

Yin Mo did not speak, turned his head and looked out the window, but the loss

between her brows and eyes was clearly reflected in the car window.

He Chen lost his temper, not at all.

He circled Yin Mo's waist and dragged her to his arms, leaned over his face

and coaxed: "Are you angry?"

Yin Mo dodged like a puff, "If you find it ugly, then go back."

This is obviously angry.

Even she herself knows how charming the visual effect of this long skirt is.

is also Yin Mo first found out that she can still look so good in skirts.

"It's not ugly." He Chen firmly pressed her in his arms and praised her in a

rough voice: "It's so good-looking, I can't stand it."

According to the logic of a normal woman, being praised in such a

straightforward manner will probably give a shy smile.

But Yin Mo has never taken an unusual path. Hearing what a man said, he looked

at him and suggested: "You can ignore it."

He Chen rubbed her cheek with his chin, and while grinning, he rubbed her Xue

Ruan like a punishment, "Baby, your magnetic field is too strong, unless you

goug Lao Tzu's eyes."

Yin Mohu looked at him with a face, but his eyes were stained with a smile,

"How can it be so exaggerated."

"This is a fact." He Chen snorted, raised his hand and patted her cheek, "Come

here and kiss her."

……

He’s old house, while the Eurocar was stable, He Chen leaned forward and got

out of the car with Yin Mo with red lips.

The two dressed up more gorgeously than usual. Even if they are not up to the

level of a dinner party, their full of extravagance and exquisite appearance

are enough to crush all living beings.

For example, the servants and bodyguards responsible for blocking at the door

of He’s house.

At nine o'clock that night, He Chen suddenly appeared at the He’s house. For a

while, the whole house was surging like a big enemy.

When the uncles got the news, they rushed to respond anxiously, and contacted

all the forces one after another, preparing to give He Chen a fatal blow.

Among them, the Shang clan, whose four uncles had high hopes.

When everyone hurried back to the old house, on the way to the chamber, the

housekeeper hurriedly reported, "My uncles, I went wrong and I went wrong.

People are not in the chamber, but in the ancestral hall of the main house."

"What?" the uncle asked with an ugly face, "Who allowed him to go to the

ancestral hall?"

That is the place where the ancestors of the He family are enshrined. With He

Chen's unseen background, he is not qualified to enter the ancestors'

ancestral hall.

The butler was sweating profusely, and said bluntly: "This...we tried our

best, but we can't stop it."

Several uncles looked at each other, cursed a group of trash, turned around

and rushed towards the ancestral hall.

He Chen, for the entire He family, is a stain that can’t be removed soon.

The ancestral hall is surrounded by a rich fragrance of Buddha. In the dim

light, He Chen is standing in the center, staring at the nearly a hundred

master's tablets in front of him, with a cold and ironic smile drawn on his

lips.

Atai and Ayong are like two door gods blocking the door, looking fierce and

evil.

Many bodyguards and thugs have gathered outside the door, all eager to try,

but dare not act rashly.

"He Chen, the important place of an ancestral hall, not a place where you can

be presumptuous."

Uncle's roar resounded through the sky, which was quite frightening in the

dark night.

He Chen put in the bag with one hand, and slowly brought the cigarette to his

lips, "Everyone, it really made me wait."

Uncle hurriedly came to the entrance of the ancestral hall, and looked inside,

"He Chen, get out of here."

Because Artest and Ayong are so tall, their innate advantages make it

difficult for the uncle to spy on the scene inside.

The illegitimate children who have not entered the genealogy are not worthy to

meet the ancestors of the He family.

At this moment, He Chen drew a cigarette and turned to his side, using the

ever-bright lamp in the ancestral hall to turn to the uncle, "What did you

say?"

"I'll let you get out!" The uncle jumped out of anger, and even the other

uncles stepped forward to help with ugly expressions, "He Chen, you rushed

into the ancestral hall and disturbed the spiritual position of the ancestors.

Are you not afraid of being condemned by the heavens?"

The noisy curses and the servants’ pointing rushed into the ancestral hall

like a tide.

He Chen pulled out his ears and looked around at the crowd slowly, "Excuse

me?"

He hummed and walked to the altar table full of spiritual seats, picked up a

tablet casually, rolled his eyes and ridiculed: "An old woman who married to

He's house can also be placed on the altar table? You really are nepotism. "

The moment the words fell, the tablet was thrown by He Chenyang to the

threshold of the ancestral hall.

And that tablet is exactly the old lady who accidentally killed He Chen when

he rose up in the He family's rebellion, his nominal grandmother.

This move undoubtedly stimulated the nerves of several uncles.

They greeted the bodyguards and kicked He Chen out of the ancestral hall no

matter what.

It’s just a bodyguard. Against Artest and Ayong, it was still a bloodbath.

He Chen has a straight back and cold cheeks. All the frivolousness is no

longer there, only the cold hostility continues to disperse.

The so-called family, the so-called morality, and even the ancestors who have

never met before, no one can stop He Chen tonight.

There was already a mess outside the ancestral hall, and the fourth uncle

stared at He Chen with a sneer, saying, "He Chen, you are too arrogant, you

will regret it, and you will definitely pay a heavy price for it."

He Chen licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and curled his thin

lips with a sinister smile, "Okay, I'll wait."

The fourth uncle whispered a few words in the ear of the uncle. The latter

seemed surprised and unbelievable, "Really?"

"It's true." Si Shu Gong nodded vowedly, "Don't worry, I'll call now."

Uncle seemed to have found the backbone and patted him on the shoulder

heavily, "Fourth, you really belong to you."

Without an instant, the situation near the ancestral hall was reversed.

Because at the far end of the long corridor, a sound of rubbing against the

ground came from far to near.

Uncle hurriedly called everyone to stop, and when he stepped aside and stepped

aside, He Huatang, the current Patriarch of the He family, was pushed over.

(End of this chapter)