The Daughter-In-Law’S Son-In-Law Chapter 3928
by“Baga!”
Seeing Ye Fan hit someone, the other Yangguo people immediately roared and raised their weapons to attack.
Ye Fan didn’t tolerate them at all. He turned around and slapped them all with his backhand in a series, knocking them all to the ground.
Then he strode into the main building lobby.
There were six tables in the middle of the hall, and most of the people sitting at the tables were Strew and his accomplices.
Aiya and several beautiful women forced themselves to smile and toasted to them.
Stannie and a few companions stood nearby, picking up food and adding wine to Stu and the others from time to time, entertaining Stu and the others like waiters in a shop.
Asna, who was wearing a long dress, also sat next to Stu, chatting and laughing with him.
It’s just that the woman doesn’t have the fierceness and arrogance of the past. She only has a look of helplessness in the world, which makes people want to cherish her.
At this moment, Strew and the cheongsam woman were drinking very happily, so they did not notice Mark approaching with a cold face.
Only an old woman in linen clothes sitting in the corner raised her head and glanced at Ye Fan with cold eyes. After seeing that there was no danger, she continued to close her eyes and rest.
“Little aunt, I recently learned a song from China. Come and sing it with me.”
At this time, the red-faced Struld pulled Asna and said with a smile: “The name is “The Husband and Wife Return the Home”.”
The cheongsam heroines and the others cheered: “Sing one, sing one!”
Stannie’s face turned cold, and Asna pulled him quickly with quick eyes.
Then, Asna looked at Strew and smiled: “Third Young Master, I can’t sing, and I can’t sing well. I can easily spoil your interest, or…”
Stru smiled coldly and interrupted unceremoniously:
“Tsk, tsk, little aunt, you are looking down on me.”
“Others don’t know your strength, but I know it very well. When you were young, you were the master of the entire Pakistani opera scene.”
“The song “La Traviata” defeated singing experts from more than a dozen countries and was called the reincarnation of the Thorn Bird. Why can’t you sing it anymore?”
Stu showed his sharpness aggressively: “You look down on me and don’t want to sing with me, right?”
Stannie was slightly surprised when he heard this. He didn’t expect his mother to have such a glorious past.
Asna twitched the corners of her mouth a few times, her pretty face a little surprised. Apparently she didn’t expect that Strew would dig deep into herself, and then she regained her composure and smiled:
“The third young master is serious. You even know what happened to me more than ten years ago, but you also know that I have become unfamiliar with me in the past ten years…”
“In addition, I have been under a lot of pressure in life over the years, and my voice has also deteriorated. Now I can sing not only as a thorn bird, but even as a pheasant.”
“If the third young master wants to hear someone sing, how about I arrange for some popular Italian actresses to sing for you all night?”
Asna’s voice was soft, neither humble nor overbearing, rejecting Stu, obviously not wanting to get too entangled with him.
Strew pulled open a button of his clothes, interrupted Asna’s explanation still roughly and rudely, and said with a smile:
“Little aunt…this person must position herself correctly.”
“Don’t think that you are awesome just because you have royal blood and your son has some achievements.”
“The heir is the heir, and the abandoned son is the abandoned son.”
“A pheasant wants to become a phoenix, that’s a myth.”
“I will have the final say on all Italian affairs in Boston from now on, and the resources in your and Stannie’s hands must also follow my arrangements.”
“So the most important principle for everyone to be a human being and do things is to listen to me and carry out my tasks unconditionally.”
He reached out and patted Stannie’s cheek and said, “Did you hear that?”
The corners of Stannie’s mouth were twitching, but they still nodded: “I heard it.”
Strew put his hands on the table, looked at Asna playfully and said with a smile, “Auntie, did you hear that?”
Asna sighed quietly: “Third Young Master needs the resources in my hand. Just give me a message at any time. I will cooperate unconditionally.”
“Cooperate unconditionally?”
Strew became very excited when he saw everyone’s response. Then he took another bottle of vodka, poured a large glass, put it in front of Asna and said with a smile:
“Okay, let me give it a try now, little aunt, will you cooperate unconditionally!”
“Since you don’t want to sing, just give me this glass of wine. I’ll pretend that what you just sang didn’t happen.”
“Otherwise I will assume that you look down on me and that you don’t take grandpa and eldest brother seriously.”
He licked his lips: “You should know that if you fight against the family, you will die!”
Stannie looked at a large glass full of vodka, the high-concentration kind, and his expression suddenly changed.
Asna also knew her own situation. If she drank this glass of vodka, she would be drunk even if she didn’t die, and it would be easy for something to happen.
So she tried her best to resist the pressure: “Third Young Master, I’m sorry, I really can’t drink anymore. I will faint if I drink any more.”
Asna looked at Strew again: “I’m going to go back and sleep for a while. If you have any instructions, I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
Stru narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth curved:
“Little aunt, the banquet has just started. If you leave in such a hurry, it would be too disappointing for me.”
“Besides, you didn’t sing with me or drink with me. If you do this, I think you disrespect me and despise me.”
“I can also tell you that if you make me unhappy like this, I will easily become drunk and crazy.”
Strew’s words were a little colder: “Once I get drunk, even I will be afraid…”
“Yes, madam, you can’t leave! You can’t ruin everyone’s fun.”
As Strew finished speaking, several pig friends and dog friends also joined in: “Without you as the hostess, what’s the point of this banquet?”
“Steru, everyone, I’m sorry, I really can’t drink anymore.”
Asna was already three-thirds drunk. She waved her hands and shouted, “I’m really not feeling well today and can’t drink anymore. I’ll drink with you tomorrow when I feel better.”
“Tsk tsk, madam, are you trying to deal with Master Stroud?”
At this time, the cheongsam woman raised her head with a playful smile on her lips:
“Who doesn’t know that Madam was once a famous imperial concubine in the country of Pakistan? Not only was she a top-notch opera performer, but she was also able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.”
“You built the three major red wine cellars in Pakistan. You have drank more wine in this life than we have drank water.”
“You had seven or eight drinks with us tonight, but you can’t drink anymore and you still feel unwell?”
The girl in the cheongsam was angry: “Are you not giving the third young master face, or are you disdainful of drinking with us?”
Strew’s face also darkened: “Little aunt, do you really want me to embarrass myself in front of my friends?”
Asna bit her red lips and struggled with her expression. All she drank tonight was strong wine, and she really couldn’t drink it anymore. But if she didn’t drink it, Strew would fall out again.
“Third brother, I’m sorry, my mother really can’t drink anymore.”
At this moment, Stannie let out a long breath: “Can I drink this glass of wine for her?”
After saying that, he took a step forward without waiting for Asna to stop him, picked up the glass of vodka and drank it.
Soon, he drank a large glass of vodka, but he also choked and coughed repeatedly.
“Mother and son have a deep love?”
Strew’s eyes widened and he shouted fiercely: “You want to drink for your mother? Okay, she drinks one drink, you drink ten.”
He picked up the bottle and filled the glass with vodka.
“Drink!”
Strew said with a cold face: “Nine more drinks and I’ll forget it. Otherwise, go back to where you came from.”
Stannie clenched his fists: “Third brother, I can’t drink…”
“Crack!”
Before he could finish his words, Strew slapped Stannie away with his backhand…
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