Liu Zhichao was beaten in the face, felt ashamed, opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the woman backhanded another slap.

scolded uncleanly: "What a shitty thing that is cheap and unplanted, you dare to beat my son, I don't want to live you!" ”

In the face of the woman's atrocity, the people in the village seemed to be accustomed to it, and they watched the excitement without even frowning.

After all, in their place, it is common for women to beat men, but it is unusual for men to beat women.

As the old saying goes, a man has rough skin and thick meat, so his wife won't lose a piece of meat after beating him twice, how many people want this blessing yet!

Noticing Ning Tingchen's frowning brows, Sui Bao leaned into his ear and whispered, "Dad, this is what this uncle deserves." ”

It's lazy and doesn't make money, the money for raising a son depends on his wife's mother's family, even if he has nothing to do, he loves to go out for a drink, and when he comes home after drinking, he goes crazy with alcohol, who will be beaten if he doesn't get beaten?

Anyone who changes his personality to be softer must not be bullied to death by him.

"Don't use your power indiscriminately." Ning Tingchen originally just felt that women used too little strength, but now at this moment, she is really unhappy.

It's not something that can't be put on the table, it's worth his precious daughter's effort.

The little milk group hurriedly shook his head and explained in a small voice: "Dad, the year treasure is seen by the eyes, not counted." ”

Hearing this, Ning Tingchen's face suddenly softened a lot.

After Liu Zhichao was left by his wife, the courtyard suddenly quieted down, and those named by Village Chief Liu also expressed their obedience to the arrangement.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Sui Baowo stretched out in Ning Tingchen's arms, yawned and said, "Dad, let's go back and make up for sleep." ”

When Village Chief Liu heard this, he hurriedly spoke: "Mr. Ning, go back to rest with Sui Bao, take your spirits well, and deal with it if that thing comes down again at night." ”

Ning Tingchen nodded slightly, hugged the little milk ball and turned to leave.

Out of the gate of the cripple's house, he did not walk towards the Feng family's new house, but walked in the opposite direction, that is, in the direction of the entrance of the village.

Sui Bao glanced lazily and said with a tired face: "Dad, do you have a friend who wants to come over?" ”

"Your third brother is here." Ning Tingchen's voice was cold, and when he listened carefully, there was still a trace of obvious impatience in it.

Obviously, he and Sui Bao have diametrically opposite attitudes towards the arrival of this uninvited guest.

The little milk group's eyes lit up, and he blurted out: "Really, Dad, is the third brother really here?" ”

Ning Tingchen: "......"

Is it too late for him to say he's joking now?

Saying that Cao Cao Cao arrived, Sui Bao was still looking down to check what he was wearing, and when he hesitated to go back to change his clothes, he heard a very familiar voice.

"Suibao, here."

The little milk group followed the prestige, and saw under the locust tree not far away, Ning Ziyan, who was wearing a white casual suit, was standing there, looking at him with a gentle smile.

Beside him, stood Zhou Chongjin, who was unhappy with a face written on his face.

In other words, it is impossible to laugh if someone digs out of the bed early in the morning, and then takes a car into the mountain and turns into the mountain.

The most unacceptable thing is that he actually got motion sickness for the first time in his life.

When Xiao Suibao looked at it, God knows how much perseverance it took him to hold back and not continue to vomit.

"Got it all right?" Ning Ziyan glanced at him, which pot was not opened.

Zhou Chongjin hooked his lips slightly, and squeezed out the word "roll" from between his teeth.

He really had a bad brainstorm, so he agreed to temporarily stop the work he loved and accompany him out to find Zhou Ying.

Find a fart and let him fend for himself.

Listening to his words full of resentment, the smile on Ning Ziyan's face became even bigger, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Young man, don't be so angry. ”

Zhou Chongjin twitched the corners of his mouth, and his tone was cold, "If you don't want your hands anymore, I don't mind helping you cut it out and soak it in formalin to make a specimen." ”

"It's boring." Ning Ziyan withdrew his hand, as if smiling.

Far away, Sui Bao felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the two of them, and now that he got closer, this feeling was even more obvious.

She leaned close to Ning Tingchen's ear and whispered, "Dad, the third brother seems to have quarreled with Brother Zhou." ”