Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

"What should I do?" Ying Yan Yu lowered his voice like a thief.

As soon as Wen Cheng heard it, he squinted his eyes and squinted slightly.

Under the pressure, Ying Yanyu continued to listen to Hu San: "Hey, it's very easy. The old man is a frequent visitor to Wang Peng's house. Do you think it's a coincidence?"

Regular visitor?

Wang Peng's family used to run a small casino, but was busted by the police last year.

What's the matter, still stubborn, making a comeback?

"The old man still plays slot machines?" Ying Yan Yu thought, no, "Wang Peng's family is doing something wrong?"

"..." Hu San covered the microphone, looked at Wang Peng with apologies, and said with a flat face, "I'm sorry, brother, I slipped my tongue."

Wang Peng shrugged and got used to it.

He took the mobile phone and said directly to Ying Yanyu: "My mother is sick, the family is short of money, and my father is so anxious that he has acne."

Finished.

There was silence on both ends of the phone.

Wang Peng was not like Hu San, he was not familiar with Ying Yanyu, so he was somewhat embarrassed when he casually talked about his own family affairs.

When he was about to hand the phone back, Ying Yanyu said, "I'll lend it to you."

Wang Peng was stunned, and before he could reply, Ying Yan Yu asked, "Is [-] enough?"

"No," Hu San grabbed the phone, "Brother Ying, you think I'm dead! With me here, is it your turn to pay?"

"Then you should get [-]!" Ying Yanyu didn't give him any face.

Hu San is the kind of rich second generation who "if you don't deliver food, you have to go home and inherit the property" in the legend.

He has an older brother and a younger sister who are studying in the United States and Britain respectively. They have a successful career and have no time to take care of the family business.

According to what his father said, all the IQ was passed on to the first two children, and the rest was given to Hu Bingbing.

So his family's pet name for him has always been: Smashing Bingbing.

"Uh..." Hu San counted the wages he had saved for the past two years, and said to Wang Peng, "Brother Ying is really interesting, just take it."

"Damn it," Wang Peng wiped his face, "how did I know such a heartless person as you?"

"Hey! Who are you scolding!" Hu San yelled in that voice.

Ying Yanyu didn't bother to listen to their quarrel, so he just hung up, thinking about the day when he would send the money over, and by the way, close his whole house.

Just as he was thinking seriously, he turned his head inadvertently, only to realize that Papa Wen was still there!

"Heh," Wen Cheng pulled one corner of his mouth and laughed, "So why is that 1 yuan so worthless? Just give it away."

He patted his trouser legs and stood up.

Ying Yanyu's palms were sweating, and he spoke very fast: "Give it to them first this time, and then to you next time, 20 is too little, and the current betrothal gifts start at [-]... ...Besides, you are a high-achieving student, and you are also good-looking, not to mention your long legs and thin waist, no matter what, you have to double it three or four times...and..."

Wen Cheng forgot to close his slightly opened mouth.

He really wanted to break the child's brain and give him a dose of Zixue's rejuvenating medicine!

wake up please

Wake up, dog!

"Aww? Bark! Bark!!" Wu Zui yelled suddenly in the yard.

Wen Cheng was startled, and turned to look at it suspiciously.

Grandma Zeng watched the play for a long time, and went out cheerfully: "It's called so, it should be an outsider."

As a result, the door opened.

The temperature in the room instantly dropped to freezing point, and the previous cheers and chatter disappeared without a trace.

And all this is because of Ying Yan Yu's trembling words: "Mom, why are you here?"

Wen Cheng looked at the woman in front of her, gloomy and elegant, like a swan with broken wings, wandering in the swamp.

She stared at Ying Yanyu with eyes like she was looking at trash, ignored Grandma, then scratched Wen Cheng's eyes, and said coldly: "Come with me."

Wen Cheng subconsciously followed two steps, but was stopped by the child, his face was covered with cold sweat: "No, it's okay, I'll be back soon, you guys stay inside, don't come out."

Then don't look like you're dying!

Gee.

Wen Cheng took two steps irritably.

"Go secretly." Grandma Zeng said.

Wen Cheng was stunned for two seconds: "Huh?"

"Hey," Grandma Zeng slapped him on the back, "You child, are you so honest? If you don't tell me, you won't go? Which one of you listens to whom?"

Correct.

Wen Cheng thought, how did I become honest? !

He cleared his throat, went out from the inner door in front of Grandma, and was about to turn down the stairs when he heard the woman's suppressed and crazy growl.

"I'm so pissed off! Did you know that you were photographed when you were kissing? It was uploaded everywhere on the Internet!"

"Can you save me some face? Can you?

"If you want to live and die, you must live with a man, so you can't find such a big one! He is old, why are you treating him as his son to die!"

Wen Cheng: "..." It makes sense.

However, Ying Yanyu yelled louder than his mother, and the whole community could hear that: "What's wrong with being a son! I would be happy to be his grandson—"

Snapped!

A slap across the face.

Wen Cheng's heart also rang.

He knew that he should deal with it calmly, no matter what, she was also the little kid's mother.

En...Wen Cheng walked down the stairs, under Ying Yanyu's panicked gaze, grabbed the dog's head, and smiled at the woman with his standard angry smile.

I thought inappropriately in my heart.

I have only spanked my butt, why are you willing to spank my face?

"I'm sorry, my grandson is still injured, so I'll take it home first." Wen Cheng said.

"..." The woman choked up, pointing at Wen Cheng with trembling fingertips, Sistilian said: "You pervert, you like children, I want to call the police!! Come back with me! Answer Yan Yu!!"

"Fart back," Wen Cheng pushed the trembling child behind him, "Do you think he is the rotten meat that fell from you? Throw it away if you want it, or take it if you want it?"

Before the woman screamed, Wen Cheng slapped the wall with a slap: "I tell you, you don't want it, some people want it, stay away from him, I've never seen you being such a mother."

It's not as good as my fake dad, oh, it's grandpa now.

Ying Yanyu was dragged back by Wen Cheng in a daze, his ass bounced up as soon as it touched the sofa!

"What are you doing! Just wait..." Before Wen Cheng could finish speaking, she was bound tightly by two iron arms.

"Father Wen, I'm so..." Ying Yanyu wanted to say love, but felt it was too casual, "I like you so much, I'm going to die."

"I'm not going to die for anything, you move slowly, the wound is just right." Wen Cheng was halfway through her instructions, and looked at Grandma.

Grandma Zeng smiled and gestured for the woman to hand over to her, then turned around and went down.