This sudden change frightened the people of the old Wang family.

"Mom, there's a chicken on the milk **."

Chubby came back to his senses, looked at his titty and snorted, then let go of his tits' hand, turned around and plunged into his fucking arms.

Zhang Ruhua was pecked a few times by Xiaohua, and she jumped to her feet and screamed in pain.

"Wang Chunsheng, are you a dead man, why don't you hurry up and help get this chicken off the top of the old lady's head."

Zhang Ruhua screamed and shouted for help, and Wang Chunsheng and his son remembered to rush to her to catch chickens.

"Grandma, isn't that our little flower?"

Seeing that Wang Chunsheng and his son pounced on Zhang Ruhua's side, waving their arms viciously to catch the chicken, Yun Mian was a little anxious, for fear that the flower hen would die in the hands of the old Wang family father and son.

"Isn't it our little flower?"

This sudden change made Mei Cuiping's eyes widen.

"Why did this killer come here?"

Mei Cuiping scolded the flower hen on her lips, but she was a little worried about the safety of the flower hen like Yun Mian.

Giggle!

The feathers on the wings of the flower hen were torn off by Wang Chunsheng, and she giggled and screamed in pain.

Seeing the chicken feathers flying into the sky, Yun Mian was so anxious that she stomped her feet and shouted at the flower hen: "Little flower and little flower, come down quickly." ”

As soon as the sound of milk sounded, the flower hen that was like a fighting chicken instantly quieted down, fluttered her wings twice and flew off Zhang Ruhua's body, ran to Yun Mian in a puff of smoke, hid behind Yun Mian, and then stretched out a chicken head and continued to stare at the people of the old Wang family.

With a light on the top of her head, Zhang Ruhua breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and glared fiercely at Mei Cuiping's grandchildren with her head on the head of the chicken nest.

"Mei Cuiping, look at your money-losing goods, cheap girl, you actually shouted at your flower hen to peck me."

Xiaohua pecked Zhang Ruhua, after all, it was the old Yun family who was at fault, Mei Cuiping was about to apologize to Zhang Ruhua, as soon as she heard Zhang Ruhua's words, she immediately took back the words that came to her mouth, and said with a black face: "Zhang Ruhua, you don't know what to do with the old money-losers, if it weren't for Mianmian shouting the flower hen from the top of your head, today, you will be caught by my flower hen as an old bald donkey, you don't accumulate virtue in your mouth, you scold too much, you can't even stand the chicken, you deserve it." ”

"Mianmian, show my brother the way, let's continue to go home."

Mei Cui held her breath and was too lazy to entangle with the people of the old Wang family.

Yun Mianfen's little face tightened, and while beware of the people of the old Wang family doing something to grandma, he led the way for the little third master.

The little third master followed her closely.

"Don't worry, that old lady is not Grandma Yun's opponent, Grandma Yun's words just now have already scared her."

Yun Mian turned her head and glanced at Zhang Ruhua carefully, and indeed found that Zhang Ruhua looked stunned, but she was just frightened by her grandmother's momentum just now.

"You can see that people are quite accurate."

"Fandudu, you...... Were you just complimenting me? ”

The little third master suddenly felt a little hot on his face, and soon his ears turned red.

"Actually, there is no skill in this, dogs that can bark don't bite, and dogs that bite don't bark."

Yun Mian felt that the metaphor of the oil bottle was very vivid, and was about to nod his head in agreement, but after realizing what the oil bottle called him.

"Who do you call Fan Dudu, my name is Yunmian."

Little Third Master: "Fan Dudu, you can actually make that hen listen to you, how did you do it?" Can you teach me? ”

The little third master felt that Yun Mian was not as good as Fan Dudu, and stubbornly called Yun Mian Fan Dudu, and he had always been young and old, and he felt that the games played by children were extremely naïve, and the little third master suddenly became interested in Yun Mian's chicken control technique.

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