Chapter 391
Seeing that Huo Penghua's face turned red, Huo tingxiao added, "I naturally know grandpa's expectation. Huo Tingyan, don't worry, he gave birth to one, I killed one, I killed two, I killed two! So Grandpa personally killed the only incense of the Huo family!"
His faint words easily provoked Huo Penghua's anger.
When the Huo family came to this generation, it was only him and Huo Tingyan. Unexpectedly, Huo tingxiao dared to speak to him like this for Shen Qingqing, even involving himself. Even when Tingyan had a child, he had to intervene and kill the child.
Why can't you make the old man angry?
He has been waiting to hold his great grandson. Well, Huo tingxiao directly extinguished all his hopes for him. The Huo family was originally a deep-rooted feudal thought and always felt that boys should inherit the family property anyway.
If not, the old man would not have taken Huo Tingyan back to Huo's house, let alone sent him to Australia after Huo Tingyan did something like that to Huo tingxiao.
If Huo tingxiao didn't joke and told him the truth, wouldn't his incense be broken?
In his fury, Huo Penghua grabbed the inkstone on the table and hit it directly in the direction of Huo tingxiao, but Huo tingxiao didn't hide. He was still hit on his head by the inkstone, and suddenly blood flowed. He just looked at a pair of Phoenix eyes and watched the inkstone break into several pieces around him.
"Huo tingxiao, you have to be angry with me for a woman who killed your father, don't you?"
"Grandpa, you're serious. I can't be angry with you. I'm tossing about myself. I owe Shen Qingqing, so I must pay her back!" Huo tingxiao said faintly. There was no fluctuation in his tone, just like talking about today's weather.
Huo Penghua held back his anger, but he still calmed down. He knew that he couldn't come hard with Huo tingxiao now. After all, Shen Qingqing had just died and he just knew those things, so he felt guilty about Shen Qingqing.
Anyway, as long as he doesn't want to die, he will have a chance to persuade Huo tingxiao about having children in the future.
As long as Shen Qingqing is dead, the matter will pass.
"Tingxiao, Shen Qingqing is dead!"
A short sentence made Huo tingxiao lose his sense of propriety. He had to say that Jiang was still old and spicy. A short sentence directly hit the point. It also let Huo tingxiao know that no matter how he tossed, Shen Qingqing died and the child died!
Huo tingxiao fell into silence and finally stood up. His thin lips slowly aroused a cold smile, "Grandpa is right. Qingqing, she is dead and the child is dead!"
Then he turned and walked out, but the action under his feet suddenly stagnated, and bloodthirsty appeared in his cold eyes——
"I just said that up to my generation, the Huo family has not joked with Grandpa. If grandpa doesn't believe it, you can try! If you're in a hurry, I don't mind directly sending Huo ting to hell to confess to the ancestors!"
"Huo tingxiao, dare you --" Huo Penghua roared.
But Huo tingxiao ignored him and pushed the door open to go outside.
At the door stood the worried housekeeper Wang pacing back and forth.
"Young master, don't blame your grandfather. In fact, he is also very bitter in his heart. The death of young master Jin has a great impact on him. Ordinary people can't bear the pain of white haired people sending black haired people!"