Yu Aihong went and went back in a gust of wind, and threw a small basket with a lid in front of the young man.

The lid snapped open, revealing the delicate gadgets inside, including a pearl necklace and a red scarf worn by a little girl, and a small bamboo flute rolling out of the distance.

The surface of the bamboo flute is smooth and oily, and it is carefully maintained at a glance, and it is always taken out to play with.

Yu Aihong threw another wad of money, and said with hatred:

"Over the years, all the things that your family gave to my daughter are here. Those clothes and snacks can't be returned in their original form, and they will be returned to you in money!

The young man was smashed in the face by the money, looked at her red eyes, pursed his thin lips, and without saying a word, picked up all the money and things, put them in the basket and covered them.

The parties who set up their relatives and quit their relatives are all his cousins, and he can help bring things back, and he will follow his cousin how to deal with them.

The young man's submissive and silent appearance made him even more angry that Aihong was like a punch on cotton, almost spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

"Love Red!"

Mrs. Song shouted her eldest daughter-in-law, who was trembling with anger, shook her head slowly, and signaled that she was okay.

An honest person who doesn't lose his temper on weekdays has a more terrifying and difficult to clean up when he suddenly has a seizure.

So it's better to press her not to be impulsive.

"Mom! They are too bullying! I Miao Miao, I Miao Miao......

Venus appeared in front of Yu Aihong's eyes, and she couldn't say anything.

Li Shengnan hurriedly pulled her to sit down.

I usually feel that there are many people in the family, crowded and noisy, but I can't even find a helper at this time.

It's a fuss, alas.

Mrs. Song smiled apologetically at the young man again, and said in a steady voice:

"The new society pays attention to the freedom of love and the autonomy of marriage, and the old generation has long since admitted it.

Our children are all progressive young people, and the three brothers and sisters of Yu are muttering to you about this, right?

Our family is a five-good family, and we must be conscious. Those jokes should have been made clear, and I think that's good.

Little comrade, you drink water, ah. ”

The young man glanced at Mrs. Song again. Dream Island Library

This old lady is not confused, and she is especially good at finding the stairs for both sides.

You don't have to tear your face in front of you, it looks like he's bullying other people's women and children, and it's not decent.

The young man's serious face was gentler again, avoiding Yu Aihong, who was on the verge of emotional collapse, glanced at Brother Song Pan, who was hiding his head and tail, and looked at Mrs. Song and said:

"You are right, we must pursue progress, abandon those conservative and backward concepts, and strive to be a good young man in the new era with five stresses and four beauty.

By the way, Brother Song Pandi also reacted to some other situations at that time, and I will investigate it this time. ”

And Song Pandi's business?

Mrs. Song and the others all looked at Brother Song Pandi, who was hiding in the east room and refused to come out, and their faces were very worried.

Mrs. Song asked:

"What did she say again?"

The tone was like asking, what is she making trouble again? I don't hear much concern, but there is a lot of disgust and impatience.

The young man did not care, but still said in his unhurried tone:

Brother Song Pandi reported that her mother Wang Xinfeng and her grandfather's family trafficked people, and all three of her sisters and brothers were persecuted. ”

The young man paused, looked at the Song family with different faces, and gave them time to digest.

Song Hui was looked at by her, Wang Xinfeng sold herself, and she would not sell her life. Brother Song is lying!"

Yu Aihong was hating Brother Song Pan, and when she heard this, she immediately became furious, and it was rare to shout loudly.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, drink saliva. ”

Li Shengnan hurriedly poured her a glass of water to suppress the fire.

Li Shengnan felt that his sister-in-law still had illusions about Wang Xinfeng and thought of her a little better.

can do the things of absconding with money and property, and not saving the old man when he sees death, what conscience can Wang Xinfeng expect?

Didn't Wang Xinfeng plan to sell his daughter early on? This is really not unusual at all.

As for Song Hui, who is regarded by her as the root of his eyeballs, it is difficult to say whether he is a treasure or a root grass now.

After all, Song Hui's surname is Song, and for Wang Xinfeng, who remarried, he is just a nuisance bottle.

It is true that Wang Xinfeng loves her son, but she is not unable to give birth to new ones.