"Your house?" Jiang Manyue thought it was ridiculous: "Liu Cuihua, is this house yours?"
She choked up instantly, her face flushed red: "I, I've lived here for seven years, it's mine."
"You have lived in my house for seven years, and I have not charged you a penny in rent."
"Eat my food, drink my drinks, and use my things, and do you really think that these are all yours?"
"Now that I've sold the house, you and your family should pack up and leave immediately."
"You, you..." Liu Cuihua was so angry that she could hardly stand. She felt dizzy and angry: "This is my home."
"Put it down, all of you, put it down!"
Ma Hongxia saw that her favorite dressing table was also carried away, so she rushed over and hugged it.
"This dressing table is mine, you can't move it!"
"Jiang Manyue, you black-hearted woman, why do you want to drive us out?"
The people Wang Baozhu called were all tall and strong, and the two of them could not stop them at all.
In a short while, almost all the furniture and appliances were moved into the car.
Those who were watching the excitement in the family compound heard the noise and came out to check it out.
"Oh, the Ma family lives well, why are they moving?"
"What do you mean by moving? This is Jiang Manyue's house. I heard that she has already sold it."
"Sold? Really? No wonder they wanted to kick the Ma family out."
All the things that needed to be moved were loaded into the car, and Wang Baozhu ran out at this time:
"Sister Manyue, there is a paralyzed old man in the room. What should we do?"
We agreed to hand over the house tomorrow morning, so naturally no one and no belongings can be left behind.
Ma Qingxiang was still lying on the bed, swearing madly.
"Jiang Manyue, you little bitch, this is my home."
"You are a thing born of a mother but not taught by her. Don't even think about marrying into my Ma family in your lifetime."
"You are such a black-hearted person. Even if Xiangyang agrees, I won't let you in."
Jiang Manyue listened to these ugly curses and she almost forgot about Old Biden.
His father is sick all over and he would blackmail her to death if she dared to move.
As soon as the few invited people entered, they were scolded by the old man and dared not get close.
No one dared to touch him, and Ma Hongxia sat on the ground acting like a scoundrel.
"Jiang Manyue, my father lives here, just try to touch him!"
That ugly face was full of smugness, as if he was sure that Jiang Manyue would not dare to take action.
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