One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 1979: What, Gong Qing is going to be sold?

Song Song was shaken by Gong Qing's rude words.

Master Gong was so angry that his eyes were like copper bells: "Ni...dong...you, you, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? You shouldn't have joined the army in the first place, and you have become an army~~ ruffian~ son. Where is the etiquette and self-cultivation of the son of an aristocratic family? I'm mad at me! I'm mad at me! Hurry up and retire from the army and come back to run the family well! Look at how the heirs of the Dongfang family behave in the world, and how they are accepted everywhere Respect and respect, you learn a little!"

When Master Gong thought that the distinguished guest, Dongfang Yunhe, actually came to the door in person, he had to hurry to entertain him, and he was impatient again, and didn't want to talk nonsense with Gong Qing, this bastard.

Gong Qing snorted coldly: "Tao is different and not conspiracy. You want a successor who fits your heart and listens to your command, you can find your little ~ Sansheng or not! Xiao~Sansheng Yes, he must be very cultivated and understand etiquette!"

Speaking, a sneer appeared in his eyes: "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, yours is not a little~three, it's already an old~three, you can't live anymore, right?"

The tone is full of undisclosed nose wings.

Master Gong was trembling with anger, and the teacup in his hand was thrown out at once, hitting Gong Qing.

Although Song Song was lying in Gong Qing's arms and couldn't see it, she could hear the whistling sound of something hitting her. She couldn't help but mention it, and her fingers clenched Gong Qing's sleeves.

Gong Qing squeezed her waist as if nothing had happened, and when he dodged easily, the teacup pressed against his ear and smashed towards the door of the study.

"Crash--" The expensive purple sand teacup was broken into countless pieces.

"Tsk tsk, for your ugly old third, you don't even want your precious purple sand cup. I think it's normal for you to not want a son one day. Old man, remember, you play with your third child, I'm playing with my woman, don't mind my business!" Gong Qing's tone became colder and more reckless.

Song Song, who was lying in his arms, even forgot to tremble, and his body became stiff and cold.

It turns out that Gong Qing didn't return to the old house to humiliate her?

Why does it sound like he's coming to humiliate Master Gong?

Song Song discovered for the first time that Gong Qing's vicious tongue was not aimed at her alone.

Master Gong, his mouth can't hear anything.

What kind of third child, she blushed when she heard it.

Don't say that Song Song was awkward, at this moment, Master Gong was so angry that his pigtails were almost twisted.

"You...you...you bastard! I called you back today, not to ask you to talk back to me! If it wasn't for the Qi family's post, no one would care if you didn't go home! You Think I'm willing to take care of your rubbish?" The golden silk nanmu crutches in Master Gong's hand tapped on the ground several times, and it sounded like he was going to throw it over in the next second.

The knock made Song Song's heart tremble.

Perhaps, Gong Qing's bad temper is also inherited from Master Gong, right?

Anyway, her mother is very kind and gentle and speaks softly.

And this old man, Gong, threw a teacup and smashed his son when he disagreed, and waved a cane when he was angry. This old man is also a bit violent.

Gong Qing didn't care at all, just dismissed the words of the master, and snorted sarcastically: "Are you eager to go to the Qi family and sell your son? Old man, you have been courting the Qi family again recently. To curry favor with the Dongfang family, what the **** is going on in your stomach, don't think I don't know! You'd better restrain yourself!"

Song Song didn't understand Gong Qing's words.

Master Gong is going to sell Gong Qing?

How is this possible.

To whom?

Gong Qing is now in full swing, and he is the top commander of the special forces. Who dares to sell him? Who dares to buy him?