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The aunt almost vomited blood after hearing this, and the smile on her face could no longer be maintained.

She said dryly, "Really? It's so fun? Well, I have something else to do so I'll go home first. You can take care of the baby here."

After saying this, the aunt left.

As soon as she left, someone sat down next to Lan Youyi with a smile: "Did you see her face? She used to be willing to chat with anyone who didn't have a son or a child. It's amazing that they have a grandson. I don't know where this sense of superiority comes from. She likes to compare her children with others."

Lan Youyi raised her eyebrows and pretended not to know: "So that's what happened. Then why was she not happy when I mentioned the child just now?"

"Why is she so happy? She originally wanted to see you having fun. Teacher Lan, you are too good-tempered. How come you don't have any sympathy at all?"

The aunt who was speaking was named Deng. Aunt Deng had a good temper and looked down on the woman who had only one grandson at home.

If you want to talk to someone about their children, then go talk to someone who has more children. Why do you have to poke at someone's wounds?

Aunt Deng complained to Lan Youyi for a long time, but Lan Youyi always had a faint smile on her face.

She was quite curious, having never had such an experience before.

When I got home in the evening, Lu Zhennan happened to be back too.

After dinner, the two returned to their own yard. Lan Youyi and Lu Zhennan chatted and talked about this matter.

"Before, I was quite confused as to why people always came to me to talk about my children. I thought they were trying to comfort me, but who knew they were just trying to make fun of me."

Lu Zhennan suddenly felt distressed.

He looked at her pale face and said self-reproachfully, "This is all my fault."

"What does it have to do with you?" Lan Youyi's face sank. "I've told you before that this matter has nothing to do with you, and you don't need to blame yourself. Now that the child has been found, this matter has been turned over, and let's not talk about it anymore. By the way, didn't I tell you before that you can meet your family? Well, let's get to know the child. Otherwise, we won't even know each other face to face in the future."

"We've already set a date. On the fifth day of the New Year, we'll go home and have dinner together."

"it is good."

The matter was settled.

Meng Xun didn't come back until the night of New Year's Eve.

He came back just in time to have a New Year's Eve dinner.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, the two families sat together. The adults played poker, the children played flying chess, and some played Gobang. Xiaopang didn't know how to play, so he just sat beside them and ate and drank.

If he wanted to eat peanuts, someone would feed him peanuts. If he wanted to eat melon seeds, someone would peel the seeds for him.

The little guy has a transcendent status at home.

It's time to burn paper.

Meng Wantang finished wrapping the dumplings, and led the children out to set off the fireworks.

There is nothing fancy about today's fireworks.

It is a straw-like stick that you hold in your hand, light and then release.

The fireworks flew into the sky with a whoosh.

The children were clapping and screaming in the yard.

"Wow, it's so beautiful."

Meng Wantang wanted to say that there were even better-looking fireworks.

But such brilliant fireworks are not as beautiful as the fireworks in front of us.

Because she has parents, children and a lover around her.

Meng Wantang looked intently at the man who was setting off firecrackers and fireworks with the children, her eyes filled with unmeltable tenderness.

The fireworks are over.

Lu Qingye said, "Okay, let's go back to the house and eat dumplings."

"Oh, dumplings. Let's eat dumplings."

Children look forward to the dumplings on New Year’s Eve because there are coins inside the dumplings.

Whoever eats the coin will have good fortune in the next year.

The kids want to eat it too.

Then the children all rushed into the house.

Meng Wantang walked behind, and Lu Qingye, the beast, hugged her waist. "Someone drank the medicine!!!"

"Hurry up and fill it with soapy water!"

"No, I can't drink it down!"

"Get a few people to hold her down and don't let her move. Force her to drink it to induce vomiting."

As soon as Qiao Siji regained consciousness, her mouth was filled with liquid. As soon as she swallowed it, she fell to the ground and vomited violently.

She was just saving people and drank a few mouthfuls of dirty water. There's no need to treat her so rudely, right?

"Fill more."

The man's anxious voice exploded in my ears.

Qiao Siji was forced to drink a few gulps of unpalatable water, and he felt so nauseous that he vomited bile.

She came to deal with the two villains. She took the money and tortured her own son every day. Anyway, they were not good people and didn't want to live. They were just torturing themselves to death. Only then would they be done.

One of the two children was in jail, and the other was hacked to death on the street.

Because she stood on the heroine's side, she lived a happy and fulfilling old age.

Completely whitewashed.

When Qiao Siji first read the book, he was so angry that he vomited blood.

She angrily commented at the bottom of the book: "Author, do you have any values? Are women like the villain's mother whitewashed? You are not such a person too!"

After commenting, she dropped her phone and continued driving.

There was a flood on the road, and she was exhausted while trying to save a pregnant woman and two children, and was washed away by the flood.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become Qiao Siji, who pretended to drink pesticide to force his parents-in-law to move out of the house, but accidentally drank two sips and scared himself to death.

What is going on!!!

Ugh!

well! ! !

How did she dress like this? ! ! !

How to live this life!!!

Qiao Siji wished he had not been rescued just now, maybe he could be reborn again.

"Mother?"

The soft, baby voice with a crying tone made Qiao Siji turn his head.

The big black eyes were so big that it felt like only the eyes were visible on the entire face. The face was also dirty, and the small hands were even more so, so black that you couldn't tell the original color of the palms.

The little guy was stuck on the edge of the kang, unable to get up or down. When he saw Qiao Siji looking over, he cried, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Qiao Siji has seen many orphans in the orphanage.

The orphans are also very pitiful.

Compared with the little guy in front of me, this little kid is more miserable. He obviously has a mother, but it's as if he doesn't have one. He is even more miserable than the little beggar on the street.

Qiao Siji didn't have much strength, but he still had enough strength to pull the child up.

"Come up."

She said this weakly, and the child immediately cooperated and climbed up.

He sat beside her obediently and didn't dare touch her with his hands. He seemed very afraid and only dared to look at her with his big eyes.

Qiao Siji sighed.

This child is only two years old and is the youngest one.

He had not had milk since he was born, and was raised by his mother-in-law with rice soup. He looked much smaller than other children of the same age, and was so thin that there was not even a pound of flesh on his face.

In fact, if you look closely, you will find that this child is quite pretty.

When Qiao Siji started to struggle, he discovered that his belly was full of flesh, his shoulders and waist were broad, and his hands had no calluses.

Would you dare to believe it if I told you?