Zhao Xuelin is about to make him angry with Lao Tzu, and the shamelessness and black heart of politicians are vividly reflected in his Lao Tzu!

"Dad, I'm your son, don't bring such a pit!" Zhao Xuelin said angrily.

Zhao Yinghua admired the treasure knife happily, and didn't raise his eyelids, "If you weren't my son, I could still raise you?" I have raised you for sixteen years, and now it's time for you to reciprocate! ”

Zhao Xuelin was so angry that his heart, liver and lungs were about to explode, and he looked at his mother for help, expecting his mother to have a little conscience, but-

Yan Xinya was still smiling and watching the excitement, but when Zhao Xuelin saw it, she hurriedly lowered her head and knitted a sweater, pretending not to see her son's pitiful little eyes.

Zhao Xuelin wanted to cry without tears, and almost vomited blood......

Yan Xinya couldn't bear to look at it, and stabbed Zhao Yinghua, who was still struggling, and reminded him to restrain himself and not poke a knife in his son's heart.

"Meimei, you can find a good knife for your brother next time!"

Yan Xinya instructed her daughter, her eyebrows nodded hurriedly, she couldn't bear to look directly at her own son, the deputy mayor of Tangjin City, he turned out to be a scoundrel who even wanted to rob his son, it was simple!

"Brother, don't be sad, I'll find you a better one next time!"

The eyebrows leaned in Zhao Xuelin's ear to comfort her, pitiful, and said that she had to find a good knife to soothe her brother's glass heart.

What else could Zhao Xuelin do, he had to respond aggrievedly, and proposed that it was best to use a dagger, the kind that was easy to carry, so that he could take it on his body to show off.

"Then you have to find it slowly, maybe when you can have it, it depends on fate." Vaccinations should be given in advance.

"As long as there is, I can wait!" Zhao Xuelin was happy again, too lazy to take care of him.

Zhao Yinghua said to himself: "Ming'er asked Secretary Zhou to help me find a master to raise this knife, and then with a scabbard, alas, although the island people are not good, the craftsmanship of knife making is really good!" ”

Meimei asked curiously, "Dad, is this knife from the island country?" ”

"Yes, it's obviously an island country katana, and looking at this process, its former owner must be a famous family, and ordinary people can't afford to use such a good knife, it should be left in China during the war!"

Zhao Yinghua still has a study of knives, after all, he came out of a military family, and Mr. Zhao also likes knives, and he has a lot of treasured knives in his family, and he has been more or less affected.

Zhao Xuelin, who was angry, moved in his heart, looked at the triumphant Zhao Yinghua, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, revealing a treacherous smile.

Hmph, if you pit your son, I'll let you pit you!

In a few days, I called my grandfather and said that my father had obtained a new good island katana, and my grandfather would definitely let my father give it with both hands!

His old son was reckless in front of him, and when he got to his grandfather, his ass still had to be clamped!

Meimei said: "Dad, don't go to find someone, Brother Ming Shun knows a lot of people in this industry, you give me the knife, I will let Brother Ming Shun find someone to raise, and the scabbard will also help you get it together." ”

Zhao Yinghua patted his head, but he forgot Yan Mingshun, this kid must have a way, but he didn't know that the real master was lying on his stomach in his daughter's arms and gnawing walnuts!

Meimei took out the pair of brightly colored small cups again, Yan Xinya straightened her eyes when she saw it, she took the cup excitedly, looked at it carefully for a long time, and her hands trembled slightly.

"Chenghua Doucai Cup, God, Meimei, you are really a little lucky star!"

Yan Xinya carefully put the cup on the coffee table, and let Zhao Yinghua and Zhao Xuelin stay away, just like respecting a bodhisattva!

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