Matriarch is Pretty and Cool Chapter 49: Postpone the wedding

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Bai Chuwei reduced her smile, rolled her hair up, and was about to take a bath, and asked casually: "Did you send a letter to Tong's family?"

Snowball hugged the biscuits and gnawed, and nodded repeatedly: ‘Yes, a reminder bill every day. ’

Bai Chuwei has a lot of wealth in her hands. Four hundred million is just a piece of money on the ground to her. You can pick it up or not.

But for these four hundred million, Tong's family must kneel and present it to her to see if she wants it or not.

Bai Chuwei looked lazy and said casually: "Well, send a reminder every day."

The one-month deadline is up. If you don't pay back, don't blame your ancestors for being ruthless.

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Duan Feihan drove back to the courtyard of the Duan's villa and stepped into the warm yellow reception hall. He was keenly aware of the weird atmosphere.

A well-maintained woman in her thirties was crying in the arms of another noblewoman, and a man in denim was sitting opposite.

Duan Xingye quietly walked over and pulled Duan Feihan's sleeves: "The fourth uncle, the third uncle said that his grandfather is in a bad condition and wanted to postpone the marriage with Aunt Tong. The two had a dispute."

The lady patted Tong Yunrou's back, and looked at Duan Xiuqi with a bit of complaint: "Xiu Qi, you said you won't get married if you don't get married. Isn't that bad?"

Duan Xiuqi put his hand on his jeans, sneered in a cold tone: "Why did this marriage come about, you don't know?"

Duan Xiuqi has no desires in this life. He took shape in the first eighteen years, and then he restrained himself and returned to courtesy in the next eighty years.

If Tong Yunrou's father hadn't forced him to die, he wouldn't get married.

It is said that Tong Qingyan's aunt Tong Yunrou has a deep affection for him and has been waiting for him for 20 years.

Bah, what did he say after waiting for that woman for twenty years? Is there anything in return?

Tong Yunrou sat up from the lady's arms and looked at Duan Xiuqi on the opposite side with red eyes, choked up and said: "It's been 20 years! Bai Chu has disappeared for 20 years, can't you let it go? What's the fear? The old man has recently had three longs and two shorts. We are not getting married at this time. You obviously still think about that woman."

Duan Xiuqi put aside his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Nothing, my father was seriously ill recently, and I was suddenly stopped by my mobile phone to endorse. There are too many things. It is better to postpone the marriage."

Duan Xiuqi hasn’t figured it out until now that the mobile endorsement was stopped.

At this time, Duan Feihan's cold voice leaped like a cold dew in the cool breeze: "Father will not be seriously ill, and the third brother and sister can prepare for the wedding."

Everyone looked at Duan Feihan, Duan Xiuqi met his gaze, cold light collided.

Duan Xingye enthusiastically took the package of medicinal materials and ran towards the kitchen, shouting as he ran:

"Hurry up, I got the medicine back, so I quickly boil it for my grandpa to drink."

Several Chinese medicine practitioners gathered together to make medicine, the bitter taste of Chinese medicine filled the whole lobby on the first floor, and the old gentlemen's exclamations were heard from time to time:

"Fu Linzi and Guixu used together? Yes, yes, yes, I remember the ancient book said that the combination of these two medicines is extremely nourishing for the stomach. Wizard! The person who prescribes this prescription is really a wizard!"

"These medicinal materials are very easy to buy on the market, and they are quite cheap. There are many flavored medicines in it, but they are reduced by another medicine and have a magical effect. Who actually wrote this prescription? What a genius!"

The other old gentleman has scarlet eyes, and he reaches out and grabs it regardless of the hotness of the remaining soup medicine slag.

Bai Chuwei did not have a prescription, but directly gave a package of medicinal materials. These old gentlemen wanted to learn, but they could only distinguish the medicine from the dregs.

They counted, and finally they almost dropped their jaws and concluded: "This medicine will cost 300 yuan at most."

It costs 300 to treat stomach cancer?

Is this going to shock the world?

Duan Feihan glanced sideways and said nothing.

Three hundred yuan?

He spent three hundred million.