[I'm too busy today, only one shift. I'll make it up tomorrow! 】

What kind of strange thing is this, you know a secret recipe, but what does it have to do with me?

Zhao Jing's face was full of puzzlement, and Nick Yang's question mark was full of his head.

Zhuang Yan was about to say when the doorbell rang.

So she hurriedly got up and went to open the door.

After a while, Zhuang Yan walked back and looked at Zhao Jing: "Two big brothers and sisters, they said they were looking for you." ”

She pointed out the door.

Zhao Jing didn't raise his eyelids, he didn't have a social circle as a salted fish, and he couldn't find a few relatives and friends in the huge eastern capital.

This is a lonely person, a lonely person, a person who is detached from the hustle and bustle of the world.

"Where are the big brothers and sisters, let them sign up."

Zhao Jing buried his face on the sofa with a lot of scenes, and said casually.

"Lao Tzu Meng Laohu, you have fucking wings in your mouth?! Dare to ask Lao Tzu to sign up!? ”

Meng Hu walked into the door carrying a large bag and a small bag, and the sound resounded throughout the house like a magnifying cannon.

As soon as he finished pretending to be forced, he heard this extremely familiar voice, and Zhao Jing raised his head and turned his face suddenly.

, the tiger entered the city, and his life in Zhao Jing was not guaranteed!

Zhao Feiyan showed a rare bright smile, got up and bowed slightly to say hello twice.

"Dad!"

"Mom!"

Meng Hu was full of momentum, and in front of the head of this multinational group, he nodded majestically: "Daughter-in-law is exempt!" ”

People who don't know still think that he is a great man.

"That's the eldest lady, don't be polite to you!"

A slightly shorter woman, with a face in her fifties, wore a very old-fashioned cloth dress, and the wrinkled crow's feet at the corners of her eyes hid the only remaining trace of charm.

She walked in from behind Meng Hu, stood on tiptoe, and slapped the tall and burly Meng Hu on the back of the head.

The majesty and momentum on Meng Hu's face suddenly disappeared, carrying a body of luggage, he shrank his head aggrievedly and said, "Huixin, what are you beating me for?" ”

However, Zhao Huixin did not let him go, and caught him and slapped him in the back of the head.

Meng Hu raised his neck and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you still fighting?"

"Who the fuck you said had wings in their mouth?"

"I was talking about your son...... just now"

"My son is me, you're still not convinced!"

Meng Hu: "......"

When Meng Hu really married a tigress, he couldn't turn back into a tiger in his life.

Zhao Jing looked at his father, who was chased by his mother, covering his face, and didn't look at it.

It's a shame that my father's name is still Meng Hu, but I can only be a street rat in front of my mother, and I don't have the majesty of a male owner at all.

"I'm different!"

Zhao Jing thought of this, and somehow he got the confidence to say such a sentence.

Zhuang Yan, who was pouring tea on the side, heard this sentence and remembered the usual way Zhao Jing and Zhao Feiyan got along.

looked at Meng Hu, who was chased and beaten by Zhao Huixin, and pouted,

"This disease is really in the same vein!"

"What disease?" Zhao Jing wondered.

"Tracheitis ......," Zhuang Yan whispered to herself.

“……”

Zhao Feiyan personally served tea to her parents-in-law, showing virtuous and dignified, virtuous and virtuous, and a good wife and mother......

Meng Hu laughed and was very happy. Zhao Huixin was full of gentle smiles, the more she looked at Zhao Feiyan, the happier she became, she held her hand and said, "Okay, the eldest lady is really a good daughter-in-law." ”

Zhao Jing sat respectfully on the side, his waist began to get tired, but no one was willing to pay attention to him.

Is this really Mom and Dad?

"Dad, Mom, why are you here?" Zhao Jing was very bored to find some sense of existence.

Zhao Huixin pinched his ears, gritted his teeth and said: "You are embarrassed to ask, there was such a big incident in Yuanyuan before, you didn't even tell us, if it wasn't for the old lady calling your father, I knew that Yuanyuan was okay halfway, and we would have to worry about death if we didn't arrive in Dongdu!" ”

Zhao Feiyan explained on the side: "Mom, it's not about Zhao Jing, it's my ...... that I hid from him before."

"Miss, you don't have to speak for him, this kid owes repairs when he is young." Zhao Huixin grabbed Zhao Jing's ears hard, and he screamed in pain.

Fifty-year-old man Meng Hu covered his mouth and snickered on the side, and his painting style was extremely weird.

……

The little girl had slept so soundly that she had even dreamed that she could count to a hundred, and then the dream was shattered by the sound of a cannon.

Zhao Yuan hugged the black cat and sat on the bed, confused and sad for a long time before coming back to his senses.

It's Grandpa's voice!

Zhao Yuan walked to the new glass gauntlet on the second floor, looked into the hall, and then exclaimed in surprise.

"Grandpa, grandma!"

Zhao Yuan threw down the cat and ran down the stairs quickly, seeing that the second elder was worried.

"Ouch, slow down!"

"Little Ancestor, be careful!"

Meng Hu happily put his granddaughter on the back of his neck and sat down, while Zhao Huixin touched Zhao Yuan's body up and down, and after finding that it was really fine, he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yuan also woke up, so there was no sense of existence in Zhao Jing here.

He walked outside the door and sat down with a melon seed, listening to the laughter in the room and smiling.

Zhuang Yan sat down beside him and asked curiously, "Your family, with the Zhao family...... What is the relationship. ”

Zhuang Yan knew that Zhao Jing was rich and could understand that he didn't follow his father's surname, but his mother called Miss Zhao Feiyan again, which made her a little confused.

Zhao Jing's face was dark, he raised his head at forty-five degrees, and under the bath of the morning sun, he put on a faint sadness.

Zhao Jing was originally an orphan, but at the age of seven in the orphanage, because he was weak and healthy, he was favored by his father-in-law Zhao Qingshan, and took him back to be a child's son-in-law.

But the Zhao family style is strict, Zhao Qingshan hid from the old man, and let Zhao Huixin, the nurse who took care of Zhao Feiyan since childhood, adopt him.

In this way, Zhao Jing became the son of Meng Hu, the guard of the Zhao family, and Zhao Huixin, the nurse of the eldest lady.

Meng Hu and Zhao Huixin have never had any more children, they treat Zhao Jing as their own, and let him get out of the fate of being lonely.

Therefore, Zhao Jing also slowly regarded them as his biological parents.

This is the past of Zhao Jing, the child's adopted son-in-law.

How much do you know about the past, many are unbearable, but there are also many beautiful things.

Zhuang Yan expressed no feeling for Zhao Jing's situation, how to look at it, except for orphans, everything else is so beautiful.

There is nothing wrong with raising a son-in-law, at least he doesn't have to struggle for the rest of his life.

"The donor is deeply blessed, and I don't know how many good karma I have accumulated in my previous life."

The little monk also sat aside and said his signature.

For the past and present lives, Zhao Jing smiled, but remembered something, and looked at the little monk.

"Wuzen, you said before that in my mind, there are two consciousnesses that are out of balance. I also clearly feel this, is there any way you can solve this problem. ”

The little monk clasped his hands together, not in a hurry, and said confidently: "Don't be in a hurry, don't worry,

When the poor monk remembers,

I'll tell you. ”

"Tonight, sweet and sour pork ribs, no part of you!" Zhao Jing's face darkened, and he said ruthlessly.