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Lan Muge looked at the old lady cautiously and blamed himself and said.

"Brute, brute!" When the old lady heard Lan Muge's words, she stomped her foot angrily, "What a brute, how can you be so cruel to your own sister! You said that Tingting was injured in Ming Fan's house?"

The old lady suddenly seemed to think of something, and an old face was full of gloom and stared at Lan Muge like a dark cloud.

Lan Muge seemed to hesitate slightly, and after hesitation, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face, and then he nodded with some regret, "Mom, I didn't mean that, I didn't mean that." No, it has nothing to do with Yueyue and Yanshu. It must be Tingting's girl who is causing trouble, and if she goes to provoke the seventh day of the first month, Yiyang will do it. You know, the seventh day of the first month is in Yiyang's heart, that is, a precious person who can't be a treasure, and no one can move it. Mom, forget it, let's just think that Tingting herself is unlucky, he is the eldest brother, and it is natural to beat her. ”

Lan Muge's sentence by sentence was clearly persuading, but it was actually adding fuel to the fire.

Obviously, the old lady's wind was successfully lit by her.

"A brute, a brute, a, a money-loser, a moth! I'm not dead yet, so you don't take me seriously?Ah! Is it true that I'm dead? Lao Liu, Lao Liu!" The old lady angrily called out to the driver, Lao Liu.

"Hey, hey!" Lao Liu responded, and hurriedly trotted over to this side, first standing respectfully in front of the old lady, "Old lady, what do you command?"

"Drive, take me to Mingfan's house. The old lady said angrily to Lao Liu.

"Huh?" Lao Liu was slightly stunned, "Now?"

"Is there a problem?" the old lady yelled at Lao Liu.

"No, no!" Lao Liu hurriedly shook his head, "I'm going to drive, I'm going to drive now." With that, he turned around quickly and walked towards the head gate.

"Mom, don't go, it's not good!" Lan Muge said cautiously looking at the old lady.

The old lady glanced at her, "What's wrong, I'm a mother, won't I be allowed to go to my son's house?

I have to go.

Seeing this, Lan Muge raised a smile on the corner of his lips, and quickly followed.

……

The seventh day of the first month is wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen.

"Seven. The waist was encircled, and the whole body fell into a wide and gentle embrace, Jian Yiyang's gentle voice sounded in her ears, and then her chin rested on her neck, rubbing gently, and whispered in her ear, "I'm so hungry." ”

Chu Qi twisted his body and rubbed his cheek, "Well, it'll be fine right away." I'll cook another soup and eat. You go to the meeting first and read the newspaper. ”

"No, I'm hungry. Like a child begging for candy, holding her, rubbing her, grinding her, sucking a few puffs on her neck, the voice was magnetic and seductive.

It turns out that men can also be squeamish, and the squeamish appearance is particularly good-looking.

Chu Qi turned around in his arms, his eyes met him, his hands climbed his neck, and he smiled: "Dad, why can't you eat enough?"