The little slave in Su Zexun's mouth was called with the departure of the Yue family. As soon as he entered the door, the little slave fell to his knees and walked to the bookcase with his head and knees down.

was restrained and raised his head, but saw that the face had two portraits of Su Zexun. If Yue Anzhao was still in Su Mansion at this time, and took a closer look at the appearance of this little slave Xiao Yue Anran, he couldn't help but wonder if the little nephew who died ten years ago was still alive in this world.

Blood relationship is really a terrible thing, this connection can even make Yueruo, who has only seen a portrait of her aunt, feel that this little slave is familiar with it with just a glance.

"Don't think that if you write an article with Hai'er, everyone will accept your affection. If you hadn't killed An Ran, Hai'er would have had her mother teach you why this is the case now. ”

After speaking, the little slave was thrown away. Su Zexun even took a silk towel to wipe his hands and threw it aside.

Up to now, if Yue'an listens to it, he will confirm the identity of this little slave, who is the nephew who died with his first sister, Su Chengmo.

The deserter, the clear. When she took this name, Yue Anran refused, for fear that her husband would attach importance to her eldest son and treat her second son lightly...... But now it has really become indifferent.

Kindergarten children should be reading the sage book in the study, not to mention the son of Jing Zhaocong Sipin Shaoyin? Doing the work of serving people every day, and paving the way for his brother-in-law.

It should have resounded throughout the capital, with infinite scenery, but he had to bow his head in front of his father and brother, and he was to blame at every turn.

If Su Chengmo was born in the Yue family, he would definitely not have suffered such a thing. But Su Zexun did not blame his wife's accidental premature birth and death in childbirth on a child who was not yet conscious......

It's a pity that there is no such thing as an if, let alone an ordinary. Su Chengmo, who has been pure filial piety since he was a child, and who has controlled his thoughts for Su Zexun, took his mother's death all on himself, no matter how his father and brother treat him, and he has never had a mind about the side.

"Even if I, Su Zexun, am alive for a day, I will never treat you, the animal that killed my biological mother, as a son!"

The person who started did not respond, Su Zexun regarded it as a silent resistance, and his words were full of heart-wrenching words.

At this moment, Su Zexun didn't know that one day, he couldn't wait to return to this moment, hug the child on the ground into his arms, and make up for everything.

However, Su Zexun obviously refused to let go of the kindergarten children in front of him at this time.

"Today, you beast still want to trick Ruo'er, that child into taking you away?"

"All this you owe to Enran, as long as you are alive, you will never be able to pay it back!"

It's just that the angry scolding in his mouth is obviously difficult to understand the anger in Su Zexun's heart. Raising his hand to pick up the tea cup on the bookcase, half of the cold tea directly poured Su Chengmo's head.

Pure filial piety did not get even a trace of forgiveness, the sourness in his heart was overflowing, and the pain in Su Chengmo's eyes really couldn't be faked.

"When did I speak to you and let you not respond?" Don't look at Su Zexun as a civil official, but he treats his "son" with a combination of fists and feet, and a whipping with sticks.

This kind of treatment is by no means what ordinary people do with their children. Now that the law is strict, even the rich and noble families will not dare to do so when they take the monthly salary to work for their families.

"My lord, the slave doesn't dare." How can a person who "died" at birth have a household registration? The mother died, and the father and brother did not recognize it. Su Chengmo's identity in Liguo is a black household who can't be put on the surface.

was kicked to his right shoulder by Su Zexun, and Su Cheng unconsciously fell to the left. Before he could straighten up, he heard the sound of his father taking something from the drawer on the desk......

Su Chengmo knew that he couldn't be good today, so he lowered his eyes silently, hiding the desire for family affection, the eyes that should have been smart, and the empty eyes were empty.

Outside the gate of Sufu, it is a different situation.

"Daddy, daddy, that little boy Ruo'er looks really familiar, and he has a bit of a portrait with his father!"

Yue Anzhao never doubted that his nephew was still alive, so naturally he only felt that his girl was just pleasing to the eyes of the child, and only coaxed the food in his hand.

"Eat some with your sister Mo'er, go back to the house, and ask your mother to personally supervise the cook in the house to cook fish and eat with your sisters."

I only felt that my father didn't listen to my words, and Yueruo planned to call Qingluo to accompany her another day, and go to Su Mansion to see the little boy again.