Chapter 69: Liu Shiyin is beaten

The anger in Liu Zhenshan's heart rushed upward, looking at Liu Pingchuan and Liu Qingyue's eyes with hidden viciousness, he squinted his eyes, and suddenly raised the crutches in his hand and pumped towards Liu Pingchuan.

He is greedy, but what he is fighting for is not a mouthful of wolf meat, but the majesty of the head of the family!

Liu Pingchuan saw it, his lame leg moved, and he didn't move.

A flash of light flashed in Liu Qingyue's eyes, and she quickly stretched out her hand to pull Liu Shiyin without anyone noticing.

"Ahh

Liu Shiyin exclaimed, and was pulled by Liu Qingyue and staggered in front of Liu Pingchuan.

"Bang!"

Liu Zhenshan's crutches were unbiased on her back.

"Whew-"

Liu Shiyin screamed miserably, and her snot and tears instantly fell together.

Liu Lin screamed, rushed over and hugged Liu Shiyin, his face turned white in distress.

She kept rubbing Liu Shiyin's back, staring at Liu Qingyue with resentful eyes. "You disobedient and unfilial thing, do you want to kill your aunt? Today, let your grandfather sacrifice the family law and ruthlessly rectify your disobedient and unfilial things! ”

The two words of family law made Liu Chunfeng tremble uncontrollably.

Liu Lin saw it at a glance, and the cat rushed over and grabbed his arm like a fishy one, and asked sharply: "Chunfeng, you are the most well-behaved, you tell grandma, is that meat your family?" ”

Liu Chunfeng looked at Liu Lin's fierce appearance and was so frightened that he burst into tears.

While crying, he replied pitifully: "Grandma, we don't have wolf meat at home, it's someone else's thing, you can't take it." Grandma, I also want to eat meat, can you make it for me? ”

Liu Lin's face was ugly, and he threw Liu Chunfeng into Li Su'e's arms.

Unexpectedly, Chunfeng, the little cub who was afraid of her to death, dared to lie in front of her now.

"Shut up, eat, eat, eat, know how to eat!" Liu Zhenshan trembled with anger from Liu Lin's divine stroke, and his crutches paused in annoyance.

Then, he pointed at Liu Qingyue and scolded angrily: "Bastard thing, it is so harmful, I must teach you a good lesson today!" ”

Liu Qingyue sighed in her heart with a sentence of Liu Lin's foodie spirit.

Then, his eyes widened and he looked at Liu Zhenshan in a panic: "Grandpa, I didn't, I just didn't want my father to follow Zeng Shen and receive a rod to show filial piety, isn't that unkind and unjust to grandpa?" Grandpa, is it wrong for me to follow the words of Master Confucius? ”

Liuzhenshan: ...... Old Master Kong!

He is an old talent, how can He De dare to say that Old Master Kong is wrong!

As soon as she wanted to refute Liu Qingyue, Liu Qingyue patted her chest and said eloquently: "Besides, how could I have thought that my grandfather was full of poetry and books, and he would use such a heavy hand on crutches to give such a heavy hand to the old master Confucius!" Grandpa, you don't need to be angry, haven't you always taught us to be brothers, friends and brothers, my aunt protects my father like this, and she will definitely have a good reputation in the future, maybe some official young master, rich son, and noble son from a poor family will come to the door to ask for marriage! ”

Liu Zhenshan's words of scolding were blocked in his throat, and he coughed violently.

Liu Pingchuan just wanted to step forward, but was hugged by Liu Chunfeng's thigh. He looked down at his son, who looked timid, and bent down to pick up Liu Chunfeng.

Liu Qingyue stood there and shouted worriedly: "Oh, grandpa, why are you coughing so badly?" Why don't you hurry up and let the fifth uncle go to the town and ask the doctor to come and have a look? ”

Liu Pingye glared at Liu Qingyue.

He has always regarded himself as a future talent and even a person, and he is an uncle, and he does not want to be like Liu Qingyue, a yellow-haired girl.

However, I was also a little angry at this time.

He hugged Liu Zhenshan: "Dad, are you okay?" ”

Without the mood to eat and drink, Liu Zhenshan stared at Liu Qingyue fiercely.

Flick the sleeve of the worn robe: "Go!" ”