Madrigal was stunned again, and his confused expression seemed to ask a kindergarten child to solve high school three-dimensional geometry, without understanding what was happening at all.

"Don't make me look like a little white, don't you know what you just did?" said to the old man.

"Uncle, I really didn't do anything just now..."Although Madrigal said this, he actually realized a little bit of what he said to the old man, but he was now puzzled by how he could be stingy like this.

"Little Housheng, you don't understand this, right?" Old Yang Tou also reacted, and said sneeringly, "This old ghost used the hand cream that his precious daughter bought for him, and you were obviously looking down on the capital he used to show off!"

"You fart!" said the old man's breathing began to rapid, like a broken bellows.

The bellows became more and more vigorous, but it seemed that the sound was getting weaker and weaker, and it was no longer alive and vigorous in the previous quarrel, and it became like an old loach that had been out of the water for a long time.

"Old ghost.. The old ghost !! "Lao Yang first noticed that something was wrong, and the old man of the family fell straight and straight without warning, and then he grabbed the back of the old man with his hand at the moment when he was about to fall into total paralysis.

"What's going on?" Madrigal's pupils shrank, and he took a step back, and began to look around in confusion, as if he was looking for the little yellow ball of the mother chicken.

"How do you do what you do, you are not enough to succeed, there is more than ..... failure" There was a chill behind the madrigal, and along with the chill came a brain split, but when the slender slap landed on his head, he smiled happily, and he was relieved.

"Why do you keep beating me..."The pastoral song's tone obviously did not have even a trace of anger, but a trace of grievance, "I don't want to either!"

Grandma Tan's delicate eyes glared at Madrigal fiercely, "What don't you want?"

Pastoral finally found an opportunity to explain, and hurriedly pointed to the old man who was half-leaning on the arms of the old Yang Tou like a delicate girl, "He has too much temper, I didn't have much of him, he fainted!"

"Did I ask you why?" Grandma Tan said, "What I want to ask you is the follow-up...."

"Follow-up?" Madrigal wondered.

"You've forgotten. Grandma Tan seemed to teach a bear child who had just begun to learn the 26 English alphabets, and sighed impatiently but helplessly, "You complained to me when you left, I thought that you would have a better memory when you were so resentful, but I didn't expect that you had changed your task to playing chess and rubbing oil." ”

"Isn't this me going to take on the role, otherwise how can I gain trust..."Pastoral Ge put his mouth into Grandma Tan's ear with a serious face and whispered at a distance that was not ambiguous, "And you also said that I rubbed oil, how can this kind of basin be buckled on my head indiscriminately..."

"I just like to generalize, what can you do with me?" Grandma Tan squinted at Madrigal's unshaven face, and lifted Madrigal's ear, "You are still arguing with me, can you grasp the point of the matter..."

Madrigal stared at Grandma Tan without saying a word.

"Even if I make a mistake, don't bully me like this, I don't want to lose face in public!" Madrigal complained in his heart.

His self-esteem as a man began to stir, he had been in the world for so many years, and there was no conflict with anyone, his dispensable self-esteem like chicken ribs was about to disappear, but now the sixteen-year-old girl in front of him was teaching him like his father, although he had not seen his father, and he didn't know what it was like to be taught by his father, but according to the little ghosts he had seen in Baiyue Beach before who jumped into the water without life-saving measures, they were beaten violently by their father。

He doesn't like to be a "son", but he doesn't dare to disobey his sixteen-year-old beautiful "father" in his heart, just because he wants to leave a perfect and tall image in Grandma Tan's heart.

"Ouch.. It's quite aggrieved.." Grandma Tan tilted her head, as if she felt that her words were too heavy, but she didn't mean to apologize at all, she just silently raised the chin of the madrigal, and then adjusted the head of the madrigal as if it were adjusting the camera on the tripod to an angle, facing the old Yang's head, "Have you looked carefully at the mean old man's appearance?" Although I don't know much about this, and I don't understand what some sudden illnesses will look like, but now that he is lying there so peacefully, there are only two possibilities, the first is that the old man is dead, and the second is that he will let out a snoring when he waits..."

Grandma Tan said this, turned her face to the two old men, raised her eyebrows and chin together, and motioned for Muge to look over there.

"It's not going to die. Pastoral always likes to think in pessimism, but what he sees is not as pessimistic as he imagined, this scathing old ghost is as clear as Grandma Tan said, the red face is constantly purring lips, and the corners of his mouth are like this.

"Why are you still looking stupid?" Grandma Tan said, "Isn't this giving you a chance to hit the right one!"