Super son-in-law of female CEO

Being interrupted by Fatty Gao, Tian Feng showed a sense of relief inexplicably, and then smiled lightly: "Yeah, it's so late, Moyu, go find Sasha and ask her to prepare some food for delivery."

Tian Moyu was a little reluctant, but he was still defeated under Tian Feng's eyes, so he could only reluctantly leave the tent.

Originally, he wanted to eavesdrop on a few words, but those young people immediately forced him over, and Tian Moyu had no choice but to leave.

Fatty Gao sized up the middle-aged man in front of him, and then said, "Uncle, I've never seen this man before, and there are those outside."

"They are my guests, and they are also part of the funding for the archaeological team this time," Tian Feng said.

"Part of it? That's also for that ancient tomb. Now that everyone has taken the lead, it's easy to talk about. Let's discuss how to divide the things inside, so as to avoid conflicts due to unbalanced interests. You said Right." Fatty Gao opened his mouth to share the contents, which made the middle-aged man raise his eyebrows slightly.

"This is easy to say, this is easy to say." Tian Feng smoothed things out in the middle.

"Well, Fatty, I won't bully you either. We take half of the stuff here, and the other half is divided between your two families. How about it? I think it's fair." Fatty Gao said with a grin.

"You need half of it alone. Do you have the ability? You're not afraid of being overwhelmed." The middle-aged man asked coldly.

"Looking at Fatty's body shape, you should know how to eat enough. That's not a joke, half of it is not enough. As for whether you have the ability, Fatty, I am Captain Mojin and a member of Bamianfutu , What do you think?" Fatty Gao looked at the middle-aged man playfully and said.

"Still touching Captain Jin, isn't that just helping that traitor of the Cao family make money? As for the Eight-faced Buddha, even if you are the Eight-faced Buddha, I really don't like it, even if it is your Eight-faced Buddha. The person in charge doesn't dare to say a few more words in front of me, so what are you." The middle-aged man said disdainfully.

"you."

"What are you, how did the term Mojin Xiaowei come from? I think you understand better than me, digging people's ancestral graves, bad Fengshui, this is what Mojin Xiaowei does, and he licks his face to show off here, I don't despise shame." The middle-aged man said sarcastically.

"Yes, I am ashamed, but what about you, you are not ashamed, think about it, what a powerful person Zhuge Wuhou is, but it is a pity that he met a dizzy and incompetent master, and finally devoted his whole life, so it is not a failure. Baikou, I don't think you don't understand this truth." Fatty Gao's mouth skills are not comparable to that of middle-aged people, no, he opened fire immediately.

"Do you dare to say that?" The middle-aged man was furious, staring at Fatty Gao, as if he was going to eat Fatty Gao alive.

"Don't scare me, Fatty, I didn't scare you too much. Am I right? That's a kind of stupid loyalty. The world's major events, the long-term must be divided, and the long-term must be united. I think this principle was also the same at that time. In Zhuozhi, the world at that time was also taken from the Qin Dynasty. How could there be such a world as the Liu family? Besides, who would know that the original King Jing of Zhongshan was real? The world will be unified." Fatty Gao talked eloquently, with the air of a scholar.

But Tian Feng next to him really wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Fatty's words seemed reasonable, but he had long been biased, and they were not within the scope of their debate. Many things were fabricated by those so-called bricks. A set.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he couldn't calm down anymore, and the killing intent on his body was no longer restrained, and he rushed directly at Fatty Gao.

"Are you going to do it? Just this little bit of air? He said that Zhou Lang is short-sighted, so you guys are not that big." Fatty Gao turned over and stood directly behind the table.

"Fatty, don't run away." The middle-aged man scolded.

"If you don't run, you are a fool. If you have the guts, don't chase. If you chase me, I must run." Fatty Gao said.

The veins on the middle-aged man's forehead popped out, and he stepped on the table and rushed over.

"You really dare to come here and watch the fat man push the cart." Fatty Gao shouted, grabbed the table with one hand, and flipped it over.

The table was just a simple support table, and it broke directly at this moment.

Before the middle-aged man stabilized his body, Fatty Gao grabbed a box next to him and threw it over in an instant, hitting the man directly.

"Lord Buddha sits on a lotus."

Fatty Gao jumped up, crossed his legs, and sat down directly facing the middle-aged man.

That movement stunned Yan Xiaoliu next to him, he didn't expect that Fatty Gao could make such a difficult movement.

A fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms sat on the middle-aged man's head.

I didn't expect the middle-aged man to be fine and still struggling there.

Fatty Gao frowned, then took a deep breath and swallowed.

A few seconds later, there was a loud fart sound, and a stench immediately filled the tent.

Looking at the struggling middle-aged man below, he had completely given up struggling at this moment.

"Brother Fat, it's almost done. Once you make this lore, this person will be useless." Yan Xiaoliu pinched his nose and said.

Fatty Gao reluctantly moved his body and stood up. When he looked down, he saw that the middle-aged man looked hopeless, and seemed a little silly.

But it only lasted for more than ten seconds, but seeing the middle-aged man stand upright like a carp, with a menacing aura emerging from his body, he was actually a master of the innate realm, this time he was really angry.

I saw him rushing towards Fatty Gao with a dodge, and the target was Fatty's head.

Fatty Gao didn't expect this guy to have such a big contrast between front and back, and he forgot to dodge for a while.

Seeing that the palm was about to hit the fat man, at this moment, a kettle flew into the tent and hit the middle-aged man's palm directly.

The kettle didn't crack, and fell firmly on the ground, while the middle-aged man over there took a few steps back, his palms shaking constantly.

He didn't expect that he was plotted against by the fat man just now, and this meeting was actually repulsed by a kettle.

"Why, the Zhuge family doesn't have the slightest rules for the person who is going to touch me? If there are no rules, I don't mind helping you recall memories." Jiang Chen walked in slowly, looked at the middle-aged man coldly and said .

"Is it your kettle?" The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Chen, his anger slowly subsided, and he began to calm down.

Jiang Chen picked up the water bottle and took a sip of water, then nodded and said, "Yes, it's my water bottle, why do you have any objections?"

"Half-step real person realm? I didn't expect people like you to appear in this age. It's really hard to open my eyes." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.