"Milk, you are suffocating, the second uncle is a filial person, they are afraid of being provoked, it is not necessarily, you can not make trouble here. The jokes let the really abominable people hide in the dark."

Ling Xiaoying quietly opened her mother, relying on the whisper of the old lady's ear, the sight of the line did not forget to sweep the wooden door that was always closed, the old lady in the anger was excited, and instantly reacted to them today. Dry up, Xiaoying is right, she shouldn’t have been here at the beginning, and she should go to the home to make trouble, and let people see jokes.

"open!"

I want to understand this point. The old lady who was still out of breath was mad at her daughter and granddaughter. She pointed at the son’s wife’s nose and said: “Are you not helping the cockroach?” Just go in and see."

After all, the old lady turned to the wooden door, and the three people of Lingjiang also stepped forward.

"Bump?"

"Open the door, you **** cockroach, open the door for me??"

"Ling Jingxuan, you are a non-filial dog thing, milk has come and still do not come out at home, want to suffocate your milk? Open the door..."

"Open the door.

"Mother, please go back, mother, beg you, I can't do it if I don't have a single family?"

"Lingjiang, you can't do this??"

Upon seeing it, Ling Chenglong cried and rushed to discourage them, because there were old ladies, they did not dare to pull hard, but the old lady in the anger could listen to their words?

In the yard, the small buns that were always clinging together could not help but tremble. The villagers said that he was a monster. In their view, the old lady outside was a monster and a horrible ghost.

"bump!"

A few people pulled between the shovels, and the crumbling wooden doors couldn’t stand the rude slaps of a few people. The touch slammed down, and the ground raised a thick layer of dirt, and all the people inside and outside the door slammed. As a result, it is estimated that they did not expect anyone.

"Wow - brother -"

The little buns scared into the arms of his brother, and the same scared Ling Wen hugged him tightly. The little mouth smashed into a straight line, forcing the tears rising upwards and glaring at the women like ghosts. .

"Xiaowen Xiaowu, my grandson!"

Seeing the little steamed buns crying so sad, Ling Wang’s returning to God’s mother and daughter, Lingjiang’s mother, who slammed in front of her, hugged them in front of the two children, tears screaming down, her life in the end What did you create, and you met such a good mother-in-law? God, she really wants to kill them.

"Hey milk, I am afraid - hehe..."

In her arms, Ling Wu cried even more heartbreaking, Ling Wen’s tears could not help, quietly rolled out of his eyes, small fists clenched together, only five years old, he I really realized the true meaning of hating this word.

"Well, what do you cry for? Who is the cockroach, let him out, I want to tear him."

When the son moved, the old lady fiercely broke him, squatting into the yard, rushing to the two children is a slap, the thin and thin body shook, Ling Wu deepened into Ling Wang's arms, 嚎啕The crying turned into a haunt, but it was even more distressing, and Ling Wen, after seeing them half-soundingly, stood up with a small chest and pushed his milk firmly, stepping up and blocking in front of the old lady. .

"I am not at home, I am not welcome here, please go out."

Looking up at them, Ling Wen clearly said in a word, carrying a small hand behind him can not stop shaking, he is not afraid, but he is the long man of this family, is the man who will support the door in the future, 爹爹No, he will take the place to protect the younger brother, and he must not let them do anything wrong.

Yes, he seems to have neglected his age and thin body.

"Where is the dog hybrid!"

"Snapped!"

Lingjiang’s fan was slamming him with a big mouth. The little body was fanned back a few steps, and finally fell to the ground.

"Xiaowen!"

"Don't call my brother, you a bad woman, not allowed to call my brother??"

Ling Chenglong’s husband and wife were shocked. Ling Wu even forgot the fear. He cried and rushed to push away Lingjiang’s. He turned back and twitched his tiny arms to pick up his brother. The tears flowed down like no money. .

The thin, thin face swollen at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Several fresh finger prints almost occupied half of the cheeks. The Ling Chenglong couple both had a distressed tear, and there was another person who was distressed. That was several attempts. Yan Ruirui, who came out of the house but was forced back by his headache, heard his son screaming and his headache disappeared. Yan Haorui stood up and swayed.

"Mother, you see that these are new, and it must be that the second brother and two privately gave them money to buy them?"

"Milk, there is so much meat here, and the rations have bought a lot??"

"Mother, this is what I found in their bed, all new clothes, a whole piece of cloth!"

A few of the girls have no mercy on the children, and they ignore the grandparents who are crying together, like the bandits, at the home of Ling Jingxuan to find out what he bought today, Ling Xiaotong even the majority of them. The bowl of fungus and two scallion cakes were taken out.

Looking at those things, the old lady’s heart couldn’t help but deepen her. Awkwardly glanced at her son’s wife and two small hybrids, Yang said: “Give me back, my Ling’s thing is throwing and can’t give That kind of cockroach."

Although Lao Ling’s family is not rich, but there is no shortage of food and clothing, but the old lady is an extremely self-sufficient person. Apart from the old man, she is jealous of everyone, including herself and her most beloved daughter. Don’t look at him and listen to it. The greed in it has already betrayed her.

"Yes, Niang." Lingjiang, who took the new farm tools and other things, looked at the half-bowl of the daughter’s hand and swallowed the swallow. Under the greeting of the old lady, the other two were ready to go to the kitchen again, except for the Lingcheng flower holding the cloth. And the courtyard, I want to take away all the new things and rations.

"I don't want to grab my home. It is hard to earn money to buy, not allowed to grab??"

Upon seeing it, Ling Wen couldn’t care about the pain on his face. He cried and struggled in Ling Chenglong’s arms. The tearful eyes were full of distress, and they were so hard to get those things, they must not be allowed to take them away. It is.

"Hey? You are robbers, don't take our things, is that ours??"

The little buns are also crying and screaming, and they are screaming, and Ling Chenglong holds them tightly, for fear that they will rush to them. When they are unlucky, they can still earn money. If they are gone, they will not be able to make it. Ah, it’s the orders of their loved ones, even their relatives. The pain in their hearts is no less than two buns.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a pure man’s roaring screamed, and several people in 'Busy' all looked at each other, subconsciously looking for the direction of the sound, and Yan Yurui, who was covered with white cloth, was sweating. On the door frame, the face is pale as paper, but the eyes are sharp and sultry, plus the beautiful looks, the unique temperament of the royal family, Ling Chenghua, who has not yet married, Ling Xiaoying both looked at him with a red face "Father??" ?? Father, they want to grab our stuff?"

Holding his milk and looking at the sudden appearance of Yan Ruirui's stall, Ling Wu broke his arms and no longer could hesitate to recognize his decision. He cried and rushed over to hug his leg. Father and son nature, the estimate is this situation? "Oh, don't cry, you will protect you."

Obviously not very natural to touch the child's head, Yan Yurui's blunt appeasement, sharp and sharp eyes suddenly sharp and sharp, like a blade to the old lady standing in the center of the yard, many years of battlefield killing, branded in the bones of murderous Flocking out, heavy horror makes people breathless, the old lady is scared to go back a few steps, Lingjiang also trembles to the old lady, and Ling Chenghua and Ling Xiaoying's face is a burst of white, Yan Ruirui The shape of the temperament undoubtedly poked their spring heart, but the little buns called his father's things and completely hit them.

"Don't you ask who the son is? We are??"

"Roll!" Ling Chenghua, who is holding the cloth, thinks that she is elegant, and her voice is so fascinating that she is dripping out of the water, but she hasn’t finished talking yet. Yan Ruirui’s eye knife smashed in the past, and instantly scared her to be in the same place, shy. The red face was pale and pale.

"Where are you from the wild man? Will you be at that monk's house?" The old lady who was still inexplicably afraid of seeing her daughter was humiliated, and looked forward to her hateful Yan Yanrui.

"贱人?!" Although I have listened to countless times, Yan Ruirui can't help but feel distressed. This horrible sight is even more murderous: "Jingxuan will not openly hook up the man, and your daughter?? Little village girl, but also with me?"

"Ha ha." Yan Ruirui's voice did not deliberately depress, and even raised, the villagers who were engulfed in the doorway burst into laughter, and the old lady and daughter were angry and angry, especially the old lady, as the lady of the show, in charge With all the belongings of the family, which child is not properly taken by her? Have you ever been insulted like this?

However, it seems that they are not embarrassed, Yan Yanrui is the royal prince, and it is the first ever to hold military power, the prince of the martial arts, a village priest not to seduce him, even the qualifications appearing in front of him.

Of course, this does not mean that he will restore his memory. If he wants to say it, it should be his instinctive reaction. The memory of the memory of the prince or the prince, those who are branded in the bones will never disappear.

“Who can tell me, what is going on here?”

Ling Jingxuan’s cold voice suddenly sounded. I saw him and Ling Jingpeng both came out from the backyard. His rough face was cold, his eyes slowly sweeping through everyone in the yard, and finally fell on Ling Wen’s red face, a touch. Not to lose to Yan Ruirui's killings quickly swept through the eyes, ignoring the attention of everyone, Ling Jingxuan three steps and two steps to the son who was beaten again.

"Who is playing?" In front of him, Ling Jingxuan touched his red swollen cheek and asked softly. The tone could not be said to be soft and soft, and it was strangely infiltrated in other people's ears.

"Hey, hey?? Hey? You are finally back, hehe??"

Ling Wen couldn't help it anymore. The collapse of the pounced, the thin arms clenched around his neck, crying and screaming, Ling Jingxuan did not mention how much pain, holding his hand tight.

Upon seeing it, Yan Ruirui wanted to hold the little steamed buns in the past, but his body could not help but tremble as soon as he left the door frame, and the overwhelming stuns swept over, forcing him to dismiss the idea of ​​Ling Jingxuan.