The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

She also didn't mean to say hello to the elder who just arrived, she occasionally didn't want to speak, such as now.

According to the definition of modern people, a girl like Su Nanzhi is probably slightly autistic.

But autism is something that almost everyone in modern society has, and it happens intermittently, just get used to it.

Dad, is this the little girl who just came back from the Su family? Mrs. Zhao obviously asked knowingly.

Yes, Mr. Zhao said and looked at Su Nanzhi again, Zhizhi, this is grandpa's daughter-in-law, you can call her Aunt Zhao, that is Zhao Qingheng, my grandson.

Su Nanzhi seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still called out, Aunt Zhao.

The voice was low and inaudible, really like a shy little girl, and she didn't look at the arrogant boy.

Mrs. Zhao frowned, but only for a moment, and then sat down beside her, with a kind smile on her face.

Zhizhi, right? I haven't seen her for so many years, she looks more and more beautiful.

Mrs. Zhao opened her eyes and was talking nonsense. People who have never met in more than ten years, what are they talking about becoming more and more beautiful?

Mr. Zhao saw that his daughter-in-law seemed to be making decisions for his son, so he gave a dry cough. His position in the Zhao family was unambiguous, and Mrs. Zhao immediately shut up.

Qing Heng, take Zhi Zhi to visit our house.

That young man named Zhao Qingheng, with neat black hair and a pair of red phoenix eyes, could captivate a little girl's soul. After listening to Mr. Zhao's words, he reluctantly walked up to Su Nanzhi.

Su Nanzhi, right? Let's go, I'll take you for a stroll. His tone was normal, perhaps because someone who could control him was present, so he restrained himself a little.

Su Nanzhi followed.

If the elders deliberately asked them to speak clearly, she would naturally cooperate.

The Zhao family's back garden is full of purples and reds. Mrs. Zhao seems to be particularly interested in flowers and plants, so she hired a special gardener to take care of them.

The boy in front suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Su Nanzhi with a pair of unruly eyes, as if he could already confirm from her temperament that she was a bully.

At least it should be that kind of soft temper, which is also what annoys him the most.

Women are such a hassle.

I want to divorce you. Young Master Zhao said to her coldly.

Su Nanzhi wanted to nod, but after thinking about it, she decided to remain silent. She looked like an autistic girl without saying a word.

Zhao Qingheng suddenly felt a little tricky.

He also didn't know if this little silly girl would toast and refuse to eat fine wine. In short, this marriage must be withdrawn.

He only found out a month ago that he has had a baby girl for so many years, and that girl was raised in some deep mountain and old forest.

He always thought that she should be a dark and rustic country girl, and his first reaction was of course to call off the marriage.

How could he, Zhao Qingheng, marry a girl from the countryside, who is not from the same world, how can they be together if they don't match well.

But who would have thought that looking at her now, she was a delicate-looking little girl with fair skin, but she didn't look too smart.

Sure enough, he raised a fool in the countryside.

Stupid.

Probably because Zhao Qingheng's gaze was too strong, Su Nanzhi paused for a moment, then raised his eyes expressionlessly to look at the stinky brother in front of him.

Yes, Young Master Zhao is seventeen years old, one year younger than Su Nanzhi.

Okay. This answer was also inaudible, and Zhao Qingheng could even hear the little girl's trembling final voice.

He suddenly felt like he was bullying someone.