"I'm just bullying you, what can you do? Can you stand up and fight me or can you scold me? ”

Mei Liangping's straightforward appearance made Mrs. Mei very angry.

Mei Qingjiu spread her hands again and said, "I'm sorry, I've changed my bloodline now, and I'll be my grandfather and granddaughter in the future, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

"Did you hear that?" Mei Liangping asked Mrs. Mei.

The words that the two of them said successively made Mrs. Mei's brain twitch angrily.

After Mei Huashen stepped forward to get Mrs. Mei down, she put it in front of the tree in front of the door of Meiqing Restaurant.

Mei Xingguo couldn't stand it and wanted to step forward to do something, but Mei Liangping spoke again at this time.

"Xingguo, if you can't listen to it, go home, don't meddle in the affairs between the elders here, just your mother concealed your father's death, it's not something you can manage, and your mother swallowed my money, is this something you can manage?"

In the Honghe production team, the elders and juniors really can't interfere in the affairs of the elders, and if they do, they will be said to be unruly.

As soon as he said this, Mei Xingguo stopped talking, but he couldn't watch his mother being forced to cry, he gritted his teeth and shook his hand away.

"Xingguo, Xingguo, you come back for me, do you hear? You are not filial, you want to die? Mrs. Mei panicked when she saw that Mei Xingguo didn't care about her.

She can't really be forced to cry by the dead old man, otherwise she won't be ashamed of the dead?

But the more she shouted, the faster Mei Xingguo went.

Mei Liangping pointed at her, "You cry to me!" Don't you like to cry? Come on and cry, the people around here today are all you, viewers. ”

Mrs. Mei naturally won't cry, but Mei Liangping is a really hands-on person, and when he was young, he broke through the pile of dead people.

Seeing that she pulled her face and kept silent, Mei Liangping asked Mei Qingjiu to get the whip.

The whip was brought, and Mei Qingjiu said, "Grandpa, why don't I smoke it?" It's so hot, you and your uncle go to the house to drink some water and eat some watermelon to rest. ”

She pondered that the old man had just come over, and he would beat and scold, but don't tire him down.

"It's okay, I'll come by myself, I feel choked when I don't smoke her."

When Mei Liangping was in Southern Province, he was holding back the fire in his belly.

Although he has not been at home all these years, he is very concerned about the nephews and nieces at home, otherwise he would not send money and things on time, such as the really good cloth in Mei Xiuhua's hand.

Otherwise, how could there be that kind of fashionable cloth in Huaiyang.

But who knew that his good intentions would make this old woman ruined.

What's even more infuriating is that in the first two years, he could occasionally receive letters from his hometown, but he couldn't even receive letters in the past two years.

If Xiaojiu hadn't written a letter to the past and Hua Shen went to check again, he wouldn't have known that the second child was dead.

It's no wonder why he can't receive the letter, the second child is sick, how can he still have the heart to write to him? This dead old woman who swallowed money wished he didn't know anything, let alone let people write to him.

It's so bad that he didn't even see his brother for the last time!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he took the whip in Mei Qingjiu's hand and swung it out, scolding while waving, "I warned you thirty years ago, if you really don't look down on our Mei family, get out of here as soon as possible, if you don't get out, you will be less moth."

You're good, when my words are the wind in my ears, right? I won't talk about the eldest and second, just like Xingguo just now, less than thirty, looking at the forty or fifty people with other people, even if I work at home, I haven't seen anyone who is less than thirty like him. Why is that? ”