"Daddy."

When the Protector heard the call and turned his head, he saw his daughter who had not seen him for many years standing beside him gently, his old eyes were red, and he nodded again and again: "Girl, how many years have you not called me this father?" ”

Zhao Rujin almost burst into tears, she stepped forward to hold her father's arm, and endured sentimentality: "In the future, my daughter will call you every day, I hope my father will not be annoyed." ”

The Protector patted the back of her hand and said, "What will?" Daddy can't wait to take you to the Protector's Mansion and accompany Daddy to dinner every day. ”

At this time, Tang Changxiu hurriedly stepped forward to brush up on his sense of existence, otherwise his wife would really be abducted later.

"Changxiu has seen my father-in-law."

As soon as the protector saw his son-in-law, his nose was not a nose and his eyes were not eyes.

"Do you know that the old man is your father-in-law? The old man saw that you were married to Jin'er, so he forgot about the old man. ”

Tang Changxiu hurriedly said: "The son-in-law doesn't dare. ”

The protector snorted: "Why don't you dare, you have hidden the old lady and daughter for so many years, and you haven't taken her back to Jiangnan once, do you dare!" ”

Tang Changxiu, who has always been respected outside, was sweating profusely by his father-in-law, and his wife was watching the play on the sidelines, and he had no intention of supporting him at all, until his daughter spoke out, and he was saved from fire and water.

Tang Li smiled and said, "Grandpa, grandfather, let's talk about the old days in the first house." ”

Tang Changxiu saw his daughter, as if he saw a savior, he turned around and said, "Dad, father-in-law, they are tired of traveling, let's invite them into the house to rest first." ”

Mrs. Tang nodded: "Lao Zhao, please here." ”

Zhao Guangrong glanced at his son-in-law, let you go for the time being, and then entered the house with his daughter and granddaughter.

Tang Changxiu smiled bitterly and immediately followed.

The adults entered the main hall, and as soon as Tang Li was about to follow in, he was pulled by the seventh sister and the eighth sister and stopped in the corridor on the side.

Tang Nazhu looked around the ninth sister in a circle, and said: "The first few times you were men's clothes, I can't see any changes, but now you have changed back to women's clothes, it's really amazing, it's just a little beauty, better than those girls I've seen." ”

The eighth sister has always been bold and straightforward, and Tang Li is a little shy.

"Eighth sister, you're exaggerating."

At this time, Tang Qingkui said lightly: "Light Luo small fan white orchid, slender waist jade belt dancing veil." It is suspected that the fairy came down to earth, and looked back and smiled at Xinghua. ”

Tang Li was stunned for a moment, then Xia Fei stomped his cheeks and said, "Seventh sister!" ”

Tang Qingkui looked at her and said suspiciously: "What I said is the truth, seeing the ninth sister, the beautiful poems I read have been concretized." ”

Tang Li's face turned even redder, Seventh Sister is really embarrassed to praise people like this.

Donnazhu pinched her face: "You used to be the thickest-skinned, and now you know that you are embarrassed?" Hey, your skin is so slippery, like a summer ice pear cream, soft and elastic, so enviable and jealous! ”

Tang Qingkui watched the two sisters frolicking, bent the corners of his lips, and when they had had enough, he reminded: "It's almost time to go in, otherwise it will be unruly to let the elders wait." ”

When the words fell, she turned around lightly, and happened to meet the young Lang Jun who walked out of the door.

Both of them were stunned.

The other party's facial features are three-dimensional, his skin is not the porcelain white that is popular in Beijing, but a healthy wheat color, and his expression is not smiling, as cold and hard as the sword on his waist, but he has restrained his edge, with a bit of calmness that does not match his age.

And in Zhao Yunze's eyes, she has a condensed snow, willow eyebrows, a faint spring mountain, no delicate posture of a Jiangnan woman, and a coldness between her eyebrows that does not cause dust.