The name was chosen according to Zhang Mo's meaning. Although he was young at the time, he remembered these two words.

The people in the village teased him, saying that they couldn't give birth to a son, but they picked up a cheap one!

Of course, many people advised Li Rongbiao not to raise them. It is not that simple to have more mouths and more food.

However, Li Rongbiao felt pitiful and kept him anyway.

Zhang Mo, like most people, is very thin, but he has a big frame, so he looks tall. Moreover, he has always been silent and has a cold appearance, which makes him more intimidating.

Yangliu was frightened all of a sudden.

Li Rongbiao followed behind, worried: "Mom, what did Yan Ling and Xiaoyu do to make you unhappy? Why did you hit them?"

Only then did Yang Liu react. He stretched out his hand to take back the stick and whipped it several times, but the stick didn't move: "Why? Do I need a reason to beat them? Are you going to question me? You don't regard me as your mother anymore, do you? I'm very angry."

Yue Wan gave birth to you, provided you with food and drink, raised you so big, and you actually let the little bastard you raised beat me?"

"Mom, I didn't!" Li Rongbiao was anxious. He had been thinking about the love between mother and son for so many years.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have stayed apart forever.

"No? Why don't you get this bastard out of the way!" Yang Liu glared at him, "I have to kill this dead girl and this hen that doesn't lay eggs today!"

Li Rongbiao was in a dilemma. On one side were his biological mother and on the other side were his wife and daughter. He hesitated for a moment and then said: "Yan Ling, Xiaoyu, you shouldn't make mom angry! Mom, Xiaoyu is still pregnant. Look..."

"Shut up!" Yang Liu glared at him and simply found a new stick: "One by one, they are rebelling against each other, and they dare to be arrogant even if they don't work!"

Li Rongbiao looked at Li Yanling and Deng Xiaoyu, and he felt uncomfortable thinking about his daughter jumping into the river: "Mom, Yan Ling has just been divorced, and I feel uncomfortable..."

"Do you feel uncomfortable? You don't eat when you feel uncomfortable? Do you think who is not working in the production team now? How can you get work points if you don't work? How can you eat without work points? And you, what's going on here one by one?" Yang Liu couldn't bear it.

I hit my son with a stick twice, which relieved me a little!

Li Rongbiao did not dare to resist and let Mrs. Li beat her: "I heard that Yan Ling fell into the river, so I came back to take a look."

He first went to the river to see it. He couldn't be indifferent to something as big as his daughter falling into the water. When he got there, he heard that someone had returned, so he ran back.

"Falled into the river?" Yang Liu sneered disdainfully, "Aren't you dead yet? Let's all go to work! And let me tell you, Zhang Junfeng is already engaged to Yan Yao. He is the second sister's man, and you are a dead girl.

It doesn’t matter, don’t bother me anymore, or I’ll beat you to death!”

Li Yanyao was speechless towards this grandma. It was obvious that Zhang Junfeng was originally engaged to the original owner, but she didn't care at all. In her eyes, only the people with the first wife were talented. Their second wife was just a fool.

And Li Rongbiao made her a little disappointed, "My mother will not do heavy work from today on."

This father's performance is foolish and filial!

"What will you eat if you don't work?" Yang Liu yelled even louder, "Boy, look at the good daughter you raised!"

Li Rongbiao was in a dilemma and gave Deng Xiaoyu a distressed look: "Yan Ling, don't make grandma angry. Apologize to grandma quickly. Mom, please forget it..."
Chapter completed!