Rebirth Group Favorite: The Movie Emperor's Wife Is Poor and Fierce

In the small apartment, it was very quiet.

Sheng Wenyin turned his head and looked slowly at the little trash on the other side.

Little Trash hugged a pillow, buried his face behind the pillow, and muttered, "Baby, my birthday was yesterday..."

Sheng Wenyin: "..."

Sheng Wenyin asked, "What does your birthday have to do with today?"

The little trash speaks confidently: "The fire stick scolding you, what does that have to do with me, the trash!"

Sheng Wenyin: "..."

The logic fits perfectly!

At this moment, Jian Huazhang spoke on the screen.

After all, it was his own daughter who was being scolded, and Jian Huazhang's expression was very ugly: "Xiao Ke, how can you say that about your sister! Although she is ugly, stupid, stupid, stupid, dumb, and stupid, she hasn't The front teeth can't even beat bees, but you can't say it! Just know it in your heart!"

Sheng Wenyin: "........."

The fire stick on the screen froze for a moment. He seemed to have never expected that the other party would not be angry, but continued following his words.

Jian Huazhang rubbed his hair gently, and said: "It's okay, Yinyin is not here, we scolded her behind my back, she doesn't know, right?"

Firestick: "..."

Sheng Wenyin: “………………………………………”

Sheng Wenyin reached out and grabbed Qi Si's hand, panting, "Oxygen bottle, oxygen bottle!"

The man said softly, "Only artificial respiration."

Sheng Wenyin: "..."

To make matters worse! ! !

On the screen, Jian Huazhang's tone was tolerant and gentle: "Xiao Ke, don't be jealous of my sister. When I get home in the future, Xiao Ke will have everything my sister has, okay?"

The little boy didn't speak, and the video ended in silence, and then came the next paragraph.

At the beginning of the next paragraph, there is a big weird face of a child, who is in front of the camera.

On the screen, the 13-year-old fire stick tilted his head. He stood in front of the camera, as if he was using the turned camera screen as a mirror to look at his face.

He took a photo of the left cheek first, and put the rubber that was not very sticky on his face, and then he took a photo of the right cheek, and the right cheek was obviously better than the left cheek. He seemed very satisfied, it was unbalanced. There was a weird smile on the big and small faces.

"Heck, thump, thump." At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door.

The little boy was startled, and hurriedly tried to turn off the camera, but it seemed that he noticed that someone outside had come in, so he hurriedly ran away, pretending to be calm and sitting on the sofa, grabbing a magazine to cover his face.

It is Ming who comes in from outside.

The young man has a tall frame, and his upper body is naked, revealing old wounds of various sizes on his chest and back. Among them, there is a new wound on his chest. The wound is wrapped in a white bandage, but the blood is almost gone. The bandage was soaked.

Putting the medicine box on the table, the boy frowned and looked at the little boy who was concentrating on reading the magazine, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The little boy muttered, "Read a book."

The boy asked: "Look backwards?"

The little boy was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that he had held it upside down. He quickly turned around, but in the next moment, his asymmetrical new face was directly exposed!

The young man was stunned.

The little boy paid attention to the boy's gaze, quickly covered his face with the magazine, and shouted: "You are not allowed to look!"

The young Ming sat down on the stool, and while untying his own bandage, he said, "I didn't do it well, I'll help you later."

The little boy quietly put the magazine down a little bit, looked at the boy, was quiet for a while, sat down next to him, and skillfully helped him treat the wound.

When applying the medicine, the little boy didn't know what to think, and muttered: "Do you hurt?"

The boy looked at him unexpectedly: "Huh?"

The little boy lowered his head: "They say that if it hurts, you have to tell it. It is said that other people will tell it when they are hurt, and you can cry. That damn girl likes to cry very much."

Sheng Wenyin's deep eyes looked at the young man over there again.

Little Trash was afraid to speak anymore, his whole head was buried behind the pillow, not a single strand of hair was exposed.

The boy said softly, "It doesn't hurt."

The little boy pursed his lips, and there was some resentment in his tone: "At that time, we couldn't cry out for pain, and we couldn't cry. If we cried, we would be beaten even worse, but why can that damn girl cry... ..."

The boy's gray eyelids drooped slightly, and he said softly, "I have a father."

The little boy paused for a moment while changing his dressing fingers, and a ray of blackness flashed through his clear eyes: "It would be fine if her father died."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa' came suddenly, and the roof of the apartment was almost toppled over.

The little rubbish was babbling to protect his almost broken ear, tears were about to fall: "Bao, Bao, it hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts!"

Sheng Wenyin yelled at his head: "Don't you know how to cry out in pain! Don't cry out!"

The little rubbish grabbed Bao's clothes, and called out to the big apprentice over there in panic, "You son of a bitch!"

Ming didn't bother to pay attention to him.

The little trash can only look to the other side in humiliation: "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, brother-in-law, the best brother-in-law in the world!"

Qi Si let out a sigh of relief, got up and went over, pulled Sheng Wenyin over, held her finger and said, "Read it first, and settle the account later."

Sheng Wenyin went over angrily and continued to watch!

After the little boy finished that slightly vicious sentence, the young man seemed to be shocked too. He frowned, glanced at the other party's gloomy eyes like a warning, and said in a deep voice, "Don't mess around!"

The little boy quietly re-bandaged his wound, and said in a calm voice, "Don't worry, I won't kill him. I will kill that dead girl who got in the way."

"Bang Dang!" Sheng Wenyin almost overturned the coffee table!

Three seconds later, the little trash got under the dining table, not daring to come out.

On Sheng Wenyin's side, Ming blocked her body, Qi Si put his arms around her waist, Anna Si patted her shoulder, and the big leopard caught her mother's feet.

"Forget it……"

Sheng Wenyin was violently suppressed again, and the recording on the screen continued.

The boy didn't know if the little boy was joking, he turned around and looked at him solemnly, and said seriously: "If you dare to touch that girl, your uncle will not forgive you."

The little boy had an indifferent expression on his face.

At this time, the boy asked: "Why did you suddenly learn to make masks? Didn't you say that you would not receive a little favor from your father?"

The little boy's eyes showed a murderous look: "Don't mention him!"

The young man was patient, and pulled the little boy to sit opposite him. He held up his face, looked carefully at the new face full of blemishes, and said: "The formula is not right, and the materials are in short supply. I will go to the hospital to help you later." purchase."

The little boy did not speak.

The boy asked: "It's because your uncle said that he wanted to take you home, right? You are afraid that your face will scare Jane's family, so you want to change it, right? You want to go back so much, why are you so stubborn?"

The little boy showed surprise, and immediately denied it: "It's just that it's not!"

"Not what?"

At this moment, outside the room, a hearty young man came in. Jian Huazhang brought up the lunch box, saw his eldest nephew's new face, and said in surprise: "Ah, our little Ke has become so beautiful!"

The little boy was stunned for a moment, his ears blushed slightly, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

Jian Huazhang stepped forward, touched the top of his hair, and praised: "Wow, Xiao Ke also changed brother Xiaoming's medicine, which is really amazing. Then uncle will reward you, um, what will you reward? I will reward you for changing brother Xiaoming's medicine too." Take some medicine!"

The little boy raised his head in confusion, blinked, and looked at him puzzled.

It seems to be suspicious, is this a fucking reward?Isn't this an extra job?

Jian Huazhang took off his shirt, revealing the gunshot wound on his back. He turned around, turned his back to his nephew, and urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, we're done eating."

The little boy was a little reconciled, but he could only go up to change the medicine.

He was a small one, and he was busy changing for a long time before he hesitated and said: "Okay."

Jian Huazhang didn't bother to put on his shirt anymore, so he turned to open the lunch box and said, "Come, eat."

Three lunch boxes were opened, each with a big chicken leg inside.

After Jian Huazhang finished eating his own chicken legs, he looked at the chicken legs that his eldest nephew put aside, and asked, "Doesn't Xiao Ke like chicken legs? Then my uncle can help you eat."

After speaking, pinch it over and take a bite.

little boy:"……"

The little boy was dumbfounded, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he said in a daze, "I'll save the delicious food for the last..."

Jian Huazhang was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Oh, I'm sorry, Xiaoming's chicken legs..."

deep:"……"

Dangerous!

Ming immediately ate his chicken leg in one gulp, and said with his oily mouth, "I like to eat..."

Jian Huazhang was extremely embarrassed, so he could only get up: "It's okay, my uncle will help you get it."

As he said that, he went downstairs, and after a while, he came up with a big cock in his arms. He pushed the live chicken to the little boy, and said: "This is what my uncle paid for Xiao Ke. After the big cock, he will play endlessly." Egg, Xiao Ke has endless chicken legs to eat, okay?"

The little boy looked at the chicken leg hesitantly, then at the big rooster, hesitantly: "I don't think there's something wrong..."

Jian Huazhang frowned, and muttered to himself: "Does he know that roosters can't lay eggs? Is he so smart? Yinyin falls for this kind of deception every time."