"Second father, second brother." The number of courtesies is indispensable, Yu Muying bent over the two people with a cold face, and shouted respectfully.

"Bad luck!" Second Brother Yu rolled his eyes, his delicate appearance was not bad, but his eyes flashed with the light of power.

He originally didn't want to pay attention to Yu Muying, the person who brought jokes to the family, but his eyes inadvertently touched the meat in his hand, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Meat? Little four, you're not going to steal your wife's meat, are you?! He opened his mouth and whispered in surprise.

In an instant, Yu Erpa's gaze changed, not only that, but the faces of the people in the room who heard the movement also sank.

Yu Chunque got up and went out of the door, standing at the door and looking at Yu Muying, with disdain in his eyes: "When did Xiao Si even do such a thing?" ”

Yu Muying's face was cold, and his voice was even more mixed with ice slag: "You think too much, this is the wife who brought it to me to make up for my father's body, I'll go wash it and help stew the soup." ”

He didn't want to stay too long under the strange and repulsive gaze of this group of people, and turned around and went to the kitchen, his heart heavy.

Second Father Yu looked at Second Brother Yu, hesitated, and said, "You go and help, it's almost noon." ”

"Got it, Dad,"

Second Brother Yu rolled his eyes angrily, turned around and left, and didn't forget to mutter: "The ghost believes that his wife asked him to bring it, isn't that a stupid wife?" Hmph~"

……

Su Zhiqiu took Kong Qianxing back to his home, unexpectedly, his house looked much better than his own, and it could be regarded as a "scholarly family".

Kong Qianxing doesn't know a single big character, his mother actually teaches, and several fathers seem to be weak in literature, and it can be regarded as polite to treat Su Zhiqiu, but they can always feel a little alienated between getting along, and they are also relatively cold to Kong Qianxing.

Kong Qianxing was accustomed to it, and when he returned home, except for calling people at the beginning, he also ignored anyone in the back, but Su Zhiqiu eased the atmosphere on the side, and only felt a little tired.

Su Zhiqiu was quite relaxed in Kong Qianxing's house, Confucius's mother collected many books at home, and when she learned that she was literate recently, she was enthusiastic to help her pick out a few interesting books to read.

It was Yu Muying, who went home alone, and his aura was several degrees colder than usual.

Everywhere you go, you can hear the ridicule and dislike of your family, although you should have gotten used to it, but every time you hear it, you still get angry.

And all of this is because of his appearance.

On the Yu family's dinner table, there is light tea and light rice on weekdays, because of the arrival of Yu Muying, the meat is finally opened. The other brothers who returned to their parents' homes had straight eyes, but they were eating meat while crowding out Yu Muying.

"Eh, Xiaosi, you said you took so much meat, what if you go back and get beaten?" These are the words of Yu Chunque, the boss of the Yu family.

Second Brother Yu, who was sitting at the same table, laughed: "What can I do?" What else can you do besides fighting beatings? Isn't the fourth child often beaten at home? ”

Sitting on the main seat, the only woman, that is, Yu Muying's sister, did not speak with a calm face, and ate quietly.

However, whether they spoke or didn't speak, the meat was delivered into the mouth with one bite at a time.

Yu Muying's cold facial features were covered with coldness, and he turned a deaf ear to their words, in fact, anyone could see that he was angry.

But so what?

"It's really embarrassing to be thrown home, and petty theft can be done," Yu Chunque likes to gossip on weekdays, and when he saw that Yu Muying didn't say anything, he became more and more energetic: "Alas, not only do we brothers can't raise their heads, but even our fathers have to be criticized when they go out, this person...... It's one thing to have no face, but it's another thing to have a bad character, Xiaosi, it's not that my brother is talking about you, it's just that you ......"

"Smack-"

Before Yu Chunque's words were finished, suddenly, Yu Muying slammed his chopsticks on the table, raised his head and glared at him with cold eyes, and his deep facial features were a little ruthless.