Seeing Fan Dudu beckoning to himself, the little third master didn't think much about it, and walked into the courtyard of the old Yun family with Yun Mian.

"Dad, this is the oil bottle, the grandson of grandma's old sister, and the distinguished guest who came to our village today is grandma's old sister."

Drag oil bottles!

Hearing Fan Dudu call himself, the corners of the little third master's mouth twitched slightly.

"My name is Chu Yu, not an oil bottle."

The little third master leaned to Yun Mian's side and corrected in Yun Mian's ear in a low voice.

Yun Mian turned his head and glanced at him with wet eyes, and said lightly with his pink mouth: "You still call me Fan Dudu, I call you to drag the oil bottle, and the two of us are even." ”

Little Third Master: "Fan Dudu is a positive word, and the oil bottle is a derogatory word, how can it be flat." ”

Yun Mian pretended not to understand the praise and criticism, blinked with her big wet eyes, and looked at the little third master with puzzled eyes.

"What is a positive word and what is a derogatory word?"

Facing the innocent and inquisitive little girl, the little third master suddenly looked helpless.

What a thirteen-year-old boy and a six-year-old ignorant child are called?

"If you like to call it that, then call it that."

Since his parents died in a car accident, he has indeed become the third uncle's oil bottle.

"Hello uncle, my name is ...... To"

The always smart and clever little third master was taken away by Yun Mian's words, and when he introduced himself, he almost said to Yun Yongcheng that his name was Drag Oil Bottle.

"My name is Chu Yu, my grandmother's surname is Jiang, twenty years ago, my grandmother was in the queue in Xiushui Village, and she is a good sister to Grandma Yun."

"It turned out to be Aunt Rumeng's grandson."

Over the years, Mei Cuiping has been talking about Jiang Rumeng at home from time to time, although Yun Yongcheng has never seen Jiang Rumeng, he is very familiar with Jiang Rumeng, and when he heard the little third master say this, he immediately guessed that the little third master was Jiang Rumeng's grandson.

"Hello Chuyu children, welcome to our house."

Yun Yongcheng wiped his hands on his boxer pants, and then stretched out a hand to the little third master with an enthusiastic face.

“......”

Can you not add those three words to the child?

Mei Cuiping pushed Mrs. Chu's wheelchair in, and when she saw her son standing in the courtyard shirtless and wearing big pants, she frowned.

"Yongcheng, you are here like Aunt Meng, what are you saying like you are shirtless, hurry up and go into the house to put on a gown."

"Aunt Rumeng is good."

Yun Yongcheng said hello to Old Madam Chu briefly and rushed back to the house.

The conversation between the old mother and the old lady Chu came from behind her.

Old Mrs. Chu: "This is Yongcheng, he has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, he is tall and big, and he is a good young man." ”

"Foolish, I haven't married a daughter-in-law at the age of twenty."

Hearing his mother's comments on himself, Yun Yongcheng almost tripped when he entered the door.

Old Mrs. Chu: "Little bottle, you are too modest, I think Yongcheng This child is very much like the patriotism when he was young, when he was patriotic, he was a famous handsome offspring on the production team, otherwise how could you marry a patriot." ”

"Aren't I blinded by lard, Yongcheng's humble appearance is with his father."

As soon as Mei Cuiping's voice fell, there was a clanging sound in the kitchen.

The conversation between Mei Cuiping and Mrs. Chu came into the kitchen, and Yun Aiguo was about to put the spatula out to greet the guests, but when he heard Mei Cuiping's words, he was so depressed that the spatula in his hand fell off.

He doesn't want to lose face!

【Wonderful Oriental Literature】 Provide the latest chapters of the hand-typed text version of other works for the first time, and download it for free in txt e-book format.