Chapter 1186 The Curse From His Own Son
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"I slandered you? Didn't you think about sleeping with that woman? Didn't you think about selling that woman afterwards to use it as your gambling capital?"
The old woman, that is, Wang Xinlan, had spittle flying from her mouth: "The third child brought that woman back and kept her at home. The third child originally wanted to lighten my burden. It's not a bad idea. How old are you? I always use If you look at that woman with that disgusting look, is she waiting to be ruined by you if she doesn't run away? "
Jiang Bowen advised Wang Xinlan in a low voice: "Mom, stop talking about my dad!"
"Why should I say less?"
Wang Xinlan looked at her eldest son angrily: "If you could be more patient, could your wife run away with my three granddaughters?"
"Milk, I'm hungry!"
Jiang Boxun's youngest son held his stomach and shouted to Wang Xinlan that he was hungry.
"Hungry, hungry, hungry. You are the only one who knows you are hungry. I don't know about your milk? But what else is there to eat at home now?"
Wang Xinlan cursed a lot, but still got up and went to find food for her grandson at home.
"So annoying!"
This was the voice of Mr. Jiang Er's third son, named Jiang Boxuan. He was originally a playboy who wandered around the flowers and flowers. After living in the slums, he basically relied on his face to earn a living outside.
"Dad, can't you stop gambling?"
Jiang Boxuan was bitter and resentful: "I brought that woman to my house, and my mother found a lot of property from her. It has only been a while now, and you are dead. Are you trying to force everyone in the family to death?"
Rubbing his forehead, Jiang Boxuan didn't want to stay in this poor home for a moment.
However, he was found by his eldest brother Jiang Bowen. If he didn't follow, Jiang Bowen, the eldest brother, would guard the door of his girlfriend's house and not leave.
Many passers-by were attracted to watch the fun.
And in order to ensure that he can continue to enjoy his girlfriend's soft rice, he can only follow Jiang Bowen back to his home in this slum. Otherwise, he will most likely be kicked away by his "girlfriend"!
"If I could quit, I would have quit!"
Mr. Jiang Er said in a deep voice.
"Then go to hell!"
Jiang Boxuan's eyes suddenly filled with disgust: "If you live like this, the remaining people in this family will be forced to death by you sooner or later. If you die, the others should still have a way to live!"
"Beast! Who do you want to die?"
Mr. Jiang Er was so angry that he was shaking all over.
Jiang Bowen was extremely shocked and looked at Jiang Boxuan in disbelief.
"I don't think I need to say it a second time."
Jiang Boxuan said with an irritated look: "Because of your gambling addiction, and because of the calculation between you and the eldest and second brothers, our family lost everything, and we were all left in this slum by the uncle. Do you know? I hope you go there more than once Death, and you..."
His eyes moved to Jiang Bowen: "My sister-in-law ran away with her three nieces. The most blameworthy person is you. You didn't know how to stop dad, but instead silently supported dad's proposal. What kind of father do you think you are?
I didn't know how to reflect afterward, but I actually imitated my father who ate and drank at home while asking my mother to earn living expenses to support you. Where's your face? "
Jiang Bowen was silent, but he felt ashamed.
So, he lowered his head involuntarily and did not refute what Jiang Boxuan said.
"As for me, in order not to increase the burden on my family, I put aside my dignity to please those old women. Have you ever thought about my feelings?"
Having said this, Jiang Boxuan wiped the corners of his eyes and called his mother, Wang Xinlan, to speak outside the door.
"mom……"
The two of them walked twenty or thirty meters away from the door of their home. Jiang Boxuan lowered his voice and said, "I'll take you and your two nephews back to China!"
"How to go back? Do you have money on you?"