I, the female supporting role, play three male supporting roles at the same time

Chapter 279 Use magic to defeat magic

After listening to Theodore's statement, a cold look flashed across Zhao Ruoming's eyes and his face darkened.

Even if it was just a novel setting, this Grim Reaper was disgusting enough. What's more, Zhao Ruoming was now in the scene, and the novel was reality to her.

Speaking of the Mansfield family, it is really a place where dragons and tigers fight each other, and there are all kinds of scum and weirdos.

Theodore finished speaking quickly and limped out the door. Zhao Ruoming followed him, thinking about how to deal with Francois. Living under the same roof with such a thing, I felt that the air was polluted.

Theodore went downstairs and came to the reception room. As soon as he entered, he saw Duan Chengfang and François having a pleasant conversation.

Seeing Theodore, Francois' smile deepened: "Brother, you are here."

Theodore was a completely different person at this moment. The nervous and alert look he had just shown in front of Duan Hongji was gone. He had a copy-pasted smile on his face, the same as François's, and said with a bit of arrogance, "You came here just because you smelled it?"

Duan Hongji followed Theodore into the room. His expression was calm. He didn't say much and just sat next to Duan Chengfang.

This was a silent support. At least Duan Chengfang felt that way. Francois was not an easy person to get along with, and Duan Chengfang was almost exhausted from dealing with him. But now that his father sat next to him, Duan Chengfang felt that all the hard work was worth it.

"Brother, you look much more haggard." Francois suddenly frowned, "Who made you like this?"

Theodore dressed up before going out, and tried to keep his walking posture as normal as possible after going out. Unexpectedly, Francois saw through it at a glance.

Theodore sat down next to Duan Chengfang and put his arm around his shoulders affectionately: "I've been trying some new tricks lately. Do you want to try them too?"

Duan Chengfang: “…”

Thanks, he's straight.

He! Is! A! Straight! Man!

Despite this, Duan Chengfang did not break free, but cooperated with Theodore stiffly - even though he was about to vomit in his heart.

Theodore was not a man who acted without purpose. Although he was dissolute, he had brains. He must have had his reasons for suddenly doing this.

But Zhao Ruoming's eyelids twitched. She raised her eyes and said coldly, "Theodore, do you still have Duan in your eyes?"

Theodore smiled and said, "Oh, father, isn't this already an unspoken secret?"

Duan Chengfang: ...That’s my father, not your father.

Duan Chengfang was about to suffer internal injuries from holding back his anger, but he still did not move. Instead, he reached out his hand and poured a cup of tea for Theodore.

Zhao Ruoming found it even more peculiar. Unlike his previous frivolous and provocative addresses, Theodore's "Father" was unexpectedly serious, and even had a hint of disdain and provocation.

What is this going on?

I've heard of fathers being addicted, but I've never heard of sons being addicted.

A gloomy look flashed across Francois' gem-like eyes, but it was so fleeting that no one noticed. "It seems that you are living well even in a foreign country. I am relieved."

"After all that nonsense, what exactly did you come here for today?" Theodore asked impatiently, "To ask about your brother's travel life?"

Theodore was quite shameless to call his escape a journey. Francois didn't take it seriously, but nodded gently: "Little Theo, father and I miss you very much."

!!!

A sudden thunderclap!

Zhao Ruoming narrowed his eyes. Didn’t old Mansfield die a long time ago?

Theodore's expression didn't change at all, he just snorted coldly: "Don't call me that disgusting name. Besides, will the old man miss me? He will just continue to hire prostitutes in hell, right?"

"Whatever you think." Francois seemed to be oblivious to his brother's disrespectful words. "Anyway, he asked me to tell you that everything is over and you should go back as soon as possible."

"Is everything over?" Theodore seemed puzzled. "Are you telling a British joke? You have worse taste than the British."

Francois sighed: "Little Theo, you are always so stubborn. You know exactly what I am talking about."

Theodore seemed to have heard something funny: "François, you will never learn to speak French. I can't understand a word you are saying."

"Oh?" Francois stretched out his tone dangerously and said meaningfully, "If you keep playing dumb like this, can I think there is something in the way here that is holding you back and preventing you from going back?"

As he said this, François turned his gaze towards Duan Chengfang who was being embraced by Theodore. For the first time, his beautiful eyes revealed undisguised malice!

Duan Chengfang was startled. He was very sensitive to the subtle emotions between people and guessed something at once. Even though he was calm and steady, his face twisted for a moment.

——Really? Really?

Duan Chengfang felt that he should do something, but at this moment, a figure stood in front of him and blocked the sinister malice for him.

Duan Chengfang raised his eyes in disbelief. It was his father!

Duan Hongji stood in front of Francois and said coldly: "Old Mr. Mansfield, who are you disgusted with now?"

Francois's handsome face twisted for a moment: "Who are you calling?"

Duan Hongji said bluntly: "Your father is dead. If you are not called Old Mansfield now, who will be called Old Mansfield?"

François: ...Although what Duan Hongji said is the truth in the eyes of outsiders, why is the sentence "your father is dead" so awkward?

After all, being proficient in Chinese is not a true native speaker of Chinese. Francois felt uncomfortable intuitively, but he couldn't tell why. Considering that the handsome old man in front of him was a local boss after all, Francois barely suppressed his unhappiness and smiled, "Is this the Duan family's way of entertaining guests?"

Duan Hongji sneered and said vividly, "'Is this the Duan family's way of entertaining guests?' I'm giving you some face, but you really think you're an important person. The one who is cooperating with me is your father who is in the netherworld. Unless he crawls out of his grave to talk to me, you, a bastard, have no right to talk to Duan."

Francois felt as if his brain stem had been hit, and he repeated unconsciously: "Bastard?"

Duan Hongji looked down at Francois and said arrogantly, "This is a country of etiquette, and Haicheng is a place of orthodoxy with a profound heritage."

François didn't realize what he was about to encounter at this moment, and actually pretended to listen attentively: "I have always been interested in Chinese culture. What Mr. Duan said is something I have never heard of..."

Duan Hongji's face was solemn and his tone was steady: "In Haicheng, only the sons born to the original wife can inherit the family business and be recognized by the upper class. If a family lets a concubine's son climb above the legitimate son, others will look down on him."

"..." Francois felt that his Chinese level was not good enough, "So what does Mr. Duan mean?"

Duan Hongji said disdainfully: "Old Mr. Mansfield is already over seventy years old. Judging from your age, you are not his first wife's child, right?"

Ah this.

Old Mansfield himself probably didn't even remember what his first wife looked like! As for the son born to his first wife, the Mansfield family had been fighting against each other and raising Gu for so many years, and he had already gone down to guard the tomb of his ancestor.

François forced a smile and said, "Mr. Duan, we don't have such a rule in France..."

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Duan Hongji snorted. "You don't even understand this? You are just a bastard, and you dare to come to my Duan family and act arrogantly. I think you have made my floor dirty by standing on it and my sofa dirty by sitting on it!"

Francois: “…”

Duan Hongji continued: "My sons are all born to my first wife. They are legitimate children. According to the rules, you, a bastard, should come in through the side door and serve as a concubine to my sons. I think you are a newcomer and a foreigner who doesn't know the rules, so I'm going to let you go. But——"

Duan Hongji snorted coldly, gently pointed at the confused Duan Chengfang, and said, "How dare you look directly at my son? And you even spoke to the Duan family's guests without looking at my son? How rude!"

Francois felt as if he was in a fog. The Mansfield family had cooperated with Haicheng for generations, and the family members were all proficient in Chinese culture. But at this moment, he didn't know why, but he felt that Duan Hongji seemed to be speaking another language...

His investigation data showed that Duan Hongji was a difficult person. Before coming to Duan's house, Francois did not take this information seriously.

François himself was once called a difficult person, but in his opinion, this is a recognition of his outstanding ability. So what if he is difficult? On the contrary, it is just a match made in heaven, which only adds to the fun.

But at this moment, sitting under Duan Hongji's sharp gaze, listening to him say so many explosive, profound, and nonsense words without blushing or beating his heart, François realized that Duan Hongji was a madman!

When a normal person faces an epileptic man, the epileptic man wins; when a small epileptic man faces a big epileptic man, the big epileptic man wins.

Francois felt dazed, stood up and said slowly: "Then what should I do?"

Duan Hongji said casually: "Of course you have to prepare expensive gifts, take a bath and change clothes, choose an auspicious day, and then come to visit - remember to go through the side door."

Francois nodded with a look of realization, and actually turned around and walked out the door. When he reached the threshold, he fell.

Looking at Francois' back, Zhao Ruoming said sourly, "Ah! Brother Tongzi! The Divine Religion of the First and Second Sons is really useful!"

The Divine Sect and the Shu Divine Sect were in the hands of others and attacked each other, but Zhao Ruoming ignored them; the Divine Sect and the Shu Divine Sect were in his own hands and attacked hard. Good! Very good!

This is the way of the legitimate and righteous! No one can come out unscathed from the attack of the legitimate and righteous cult of the old zombie of the Shanghai School. Even your second-born dog will be slapped twice!

Using the enemy's dregs on your own people is dregs; using the enemy's dregs to throw in the enemy's face is pure natural essence moisturizing.zip.

203 was also impressed by Zhao Ruoming's operation. After a long silence, he couldn't help but ask: "Host, how do you know this will work on him? No normal person would believe this, right?"

Zhao Ruoming said as a matter of course: "He has such a naive title as 'The Guard of Death', so the novel must be set in an ancient time. Characters in ancient novels are all like this, with no brains or common sense. Look at Huangfu Jin, the leading actor, when he faced Feng Xiaobao, who could become a hacker at the age of two, didn't he seem to have a brain stem missing, proudly thinking that he was worthy of being a descendant of the Huangfu family?"

203:"……"

Zhao Ruoming smiled and said, "Don't overthink the problem. When you treat these characters as real people, there will naturally be endless troubles; if you treat them as paper figures and stick all kinds of labels on them, it will be much easier to deal with them."

Even the leading actor of "The Proud Son of Heaven" can lose his brain and accept the multiple identities of the genius Xiaobao. How can Francois, a mere villain, match the charm of the authentic and original religion of the legitimate and illegitimate children in Haicheng? A little villain, how ridiculous!

Theodore stared at François's fleeing back in amazement, and felt that his eyes would not move.

In his imagination, he would circle around with François, negotiate, test, and negotiate again, exchanging pleasantries, occasionally talking about the situation at home, those restless brothers and those dozens of stepmothers - this and that, and after going through this long and tedious standard process, he would pretend to make concessions, reluctantly agree to François's conditions, and let the other party leave temporarily.

So, François left immediately? The things Theodore had prepared were useless!

Is this such a dish?

Is this still the Death Guard?

Francois came in a leisurely manner and left in a noisy manner. When he came, he was mysterious and full of glory; when he left, he was like a failed salesman, cowardly and looked like he would be scolded by his boss and have to eat nothing when he returned.

Theodore felt like he was about to explode with shock and curiosity, but he had no way to vent, so he turned to Duan Chengfang and said, "Master Duan, your father has always been like this... like this..."

Theodore kept saying "this" for a long time but couldn't find a suitable adjective, and Duan Chengfang didn't respond. Theodore then remembered to look at the other person's expression, but found that Duan Chengfang was in a daze.

Duan Chengfang stared at Duan Hongji's back in a daze. Father, scolding people for him?

Duan Hongji certainly had cursed people before. In fact, he cursed quite a lot. He cursed the noble families in Haicheng, his mean competitors, his stupid subordinates, and his sons who failed to live up to expectations. Duan Hongji was born in a humble family, but he had crossed many social classes in his life. He was proficient in the slang of each class and could curse people in eight hundred ways without overlapping, until the person being cursed was so angry that he cried and beat his chest and stamped his feet, and wished he could hang himself.

Duan Ye has a famous saying: "I would rather have three belts broken by the old man than be scolded by him for three minutes!"

But those vicious wits in the past were often just venting because of the loss of interests. It was the first time that Duan Hongji attacked someone just to stand up for him.

Is it for him?

Duan Chengfang actually didn't care about Francois's malicious intentions. In Duan Chengfang's opinion, that bit of malicious intentions was not as harmful as Theodore's hand on him at the moment.

But at this moment... Duan Chengfang was actually a little grateful to François.

Although the other party's intelligence level seemed, well... Duan Chengfang accepted the gift.