dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Seeing Chen Daji seems to be really all right, with Wang San's character, how could he chat with him.

"Little brat, what are you doing here?"

"It's okay to go out and play, it's cooler outside."

When Chen Dage heard this, he remembered his purpose for coming.

After looking around to make sure that the old man was not nearby, he took out two high-end cigarettes from his crotch.

"Third Uncle, my dad just bought it yesterday, and I'm usually not willing to smoke it, so I stole half of it for you."

"You are in good health, smoke this, stop smoking Hanyan, you keep coughing."

"Don't worry about smoking, I'll steal it for you if it's gone!"

Wang San was taken aback, and looked up and down again at the "obscene" boy in front of him.

"I see, little bastard, let's go out and play."

Chen Daji chuckled, turned around and was about to go out, but felt dizzy and dizzy.

"Oh my god, why am I still confused?"

"It's snowing, heat stroke?!"

After finishing speaking, he fell to the ground with a slap, and fell asleep soundly.

In an instant, he snored like thunder and talked in sleep.

"Yun, we are so sad, I miss you..."

At this time, Chen Daji was not only blushing like a monkey's butt, but even his whole body was completely red.

There is more and more steam coming out, and with the curled up figure, it looks like a boiled prawn.

Seeing this, Wang San hurriedly picked him up, and shook his head helplessly after making sure he was fine.

"This son...this son can really be called a 'foreigner'..."

A stranger here is equivalent to a strange flower.

Wang San doesn't know how to swear, saying that Chen Daji is a "different person" is already the ultimate "praise".

"Where is Li Yun from? The name should be someone's woman...My emperor's blood plus the essence of the tengu, there is such a effect?!!!"

Looking at the sleeping Chen Dage, and then at the pot full of dog meat, Wang San felt helpless for a while:

This item...is this item supposed to be eaten by others...

Shaking his head with a wry smile, he picked up Chen Daji and was about to go out when he bumped into Chen Fu who was coming in.

The benevolent businessman held two cigarettes in his hand, exactly the same as the ones Chen Daji had just given to Wang San.

"Third brothers, your body is just right, smoke some good..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Chen Daji, who was all red and "steaming".

"Oh, three brothers, what happened to the little bastard?"

"Did it fall into the pot?!"

"You just fished it out for him?!"

Wang San: "..."

Like a father, like a son, the ancients never deceived me!

Putting aside Wang San's shock at the Chen family and his son for now, let's go back to the small courtyard.

After a commotion outside the door, Li Shufen, who had just left yesterday, came back again.

Carrying a box of snacks in his hand, there were five haggard-looking people in heavy filial piety behind him.

"Old aunt, are you at home? Hurry up and help!"

"Last night, the second child's family was taken away by the old lady, and now the third child is left alone."

After Li Shufen finished speaking, the cat-faced old lady and her family of three sons knelt on the ground with a plop, according to Li Shufen's prior instructions.

"Patriarch of the deaf woman, show mercy and save us!"

"My husband and I will never dare not be filial to our parents!"

The old man obviously didn't want to see the family in front of him very much, he took a light look and was about to get up and go back to the house.

"I'm just an old guy buried up to my neck, but I can't take care of your family's business!"

"Xiao Jiu, see off the guests!"

Seeing this, Li Shufen hurried to the deaf mother-in-law's side. She wanted to get closer, but Hu Fei'er and Chan Ruyu stopped her with a smile.

Seeing this scene, she could only try her best to lower her voice.

"Old aunt, please show mercy and help them."

"Master... The master really 'bleeded' this time, and recognized 3000 yuan!"

"I only want five hundred...three hundred 'bridge' money, and the other two thousand and eight are yours!"