"Don't be afraid, uncle won't let people bully you. Who dares to bully you in the future, you tell your uncle. ”

Nie Weiping patted Xiao Yang Yang's little hand, bypassed Jiang Lin, and continued to walk north.

The few children who followed Jiang Lin were dumbfounded. One of his awake reached out and poked Jiang Lin and said, "Didn't you say that he was your brother-in-law?" Why doesn't he ignore you? ”

Jiang Lin felt very faceless when his friend said this, his little face darkened angrily, and he shouted: "I'll go back and tell my dad and grandpa!" ”

Nie Weiping didn't think much when he heard Jiang Lin's shouting.

It's just a little bean, if he wants to please the Lao Jiang family, he even has to look at the face of the little bean, then he doesn't need to live.

If he listened to this little bean ding and put Xiao Yang Yang off his shoulder, Jiang Mi knew that he was afraid that he would also scold him for being useless.

What's more, he still has to rely on Xiao Yang Yang to mend the relationship with Jiang Mi.

Lanxi Village carries Jiang Mi's childhood, and also carries his ignorant first love with Jiang Mi.

At that time, everything was so beautiful. There is no rift, no misunderstanding, and no estrangement between him and Jiang Mi.

It seems that everything he does is good and right, and he will enjoy Jiang Mi's dependent and adoring gaze.

Thinking of those pictures of the two getting along, Nie Weiping felt that his empty heart was instantly filled with sweetness.

Jiang Mi went to Qingcheng from Lanxi Village, and his love was lost in Qingcheng unconsciously.

Now that Jiang Mi has returned to Lanxi Village from Qingcheng, will his lost love also be recovered?

It's a pity that now there is such a living person as his brother between him and Jiang Mi, if there is no other brother, he has the confidence to warm the ice in Jiang Mi's heart.

Many times, he was not very happy about his brother's resurrection.

Even when night fell, he still resented Ouyang Invincible's troubles and resented the tricks of fate.

However, it was the younger brother of his mother's compatriot.

He couldn't complain, he couldn't wait, he could only try to numb himself and try to forget that beautiful relationship.

In order to completely forget Jiang Mi, he even followed those international mercenaries to fool around in the red light district after a battle of life and death, but when the Yanma handle touched him, he couldn't control his nausea and vomited the Yanma.

After spitting up, he couldn't get any more stones. I can't get up a little desire for other women.

So after hearing Zhang Xun's condition, he didn't want to agree.

So be it. He'll probably be a wreck forever anyway. Let's take care of Jiang Mi and the children with Nie Weidong.

He can't have children, his brother's children are his children. There is also this little guy on his shoulders, if Jiang Duo and that Zhao He have always been so mentally retarded, I am afraid that the burden of raising Xiao Yang Yang will fall on Jiang Mi's shoulders again.

He had to straighten his back and help her take on these responsibilities.

"Uncle, are you taking me to my aunt?" Xiao Yang Yang gently hugged Nie Weiping's neck and rubbed Nie Weiping's big cap affectionately with his face.

"Yes, does Xiao Yang want to live with his aunt in the future?"

"I want to~!" Xiao Yang Yang's eyes instantly widened, shiny, and nodded violently.

The corners of Nie Weiping's lips were hooked, both relieved and a little sad.

This child has been floating here and there since he was a child, and he has never enjoyed the love of his parents at all.

"Yang Yang, before we go to see your aunt, let's go see your aunt first, right?" Walking to the vicinity of the sericulture home of the brigade, Nie Weiping tentatively wanted Xiao Yang Yang to meet his biological parents.

When Xiao Yang Yang heard that he was going to see his aunt first, his little face immediately turned white with fright. trembling all over his body and said: "No, don't go, my aunt beats people, beats Xiao Yang Yang, I'm afraid of ......"