When Yang's mother was about to go out and open the door, her father-in-law said, "Sit down and eat your food. I'm full, so I'll open the door."
Grandpa Yang got up and walked out.
"Brother, leave me some dumplings."
Seeing her brother keep holding dumplings, Yang Xi couldn't help but say something.
"Whoever eats quickly can eat more and leave nothing behind."
Brother Yang said not to keep it, but still pushed the half-plate of dumplings in front of his sister.
Then he flattered his mother: "Mom, the dumplings you make are so delicious. I love them so much and never get tired of eating them."
"Hey, when Mom made dumplings for you guys for a month, who found an excuse to sneak out for breakfast?"
"Mom, it's my brother. That time my brother complained to me that my mother made dumplings every day, and the more she ate, the less delicious they became. It made him want to vomit when he saw the dumplings."
Brother Yang: "...Yang Xi!"
betray him!
Mother Yang glanced at her son and said, "Spit it out for me now."
"Mom, I like to eat. I really like to eat. The dumplings made by my mother taste like my mother's and are the best. Don't talk nonsense, Yang Xi."
Brother Yang smiled at his mother as he spoke, then quickly picked up the undrinked cup of soy milk, quickly grabbed a fried dough stick, and hurried away.
Yang's mother knocked her chopsticks over and it was empty.
"Haha, I didn't knock it."
Brother Yang proudly took his victory gift and walked out. He was almost late for work.
My sister is more comfortable.
If you open your own shop and become your own boss, you don't have to crowd the streets with other people at work. You can have breakfast leisurely, sip tea, read the news and gossip, and it's not too late to open the shop again.
Brother Yang collided head-on with his grandfather in the yard.
The cup of soy milk in his hand spilled all over Grandpa.
"grandfather!"
Brother Yang smiled sarcastically.
Grandpa Yang looked down at the clothes on his body, then raised his head and stared at his grandson.
"Grandpa, I, I didn't mean it."
"People who are almost thirty don't know how to be cautious."
Grandpa Yang scolded his grandson, then changed the topic and said to him: "There are some crazy dogs in front of our house. Go out with a wooden stick and beat them away."
"Mad dog? Where did the mad dog come from? Why didn't I hear the dog barking?"
Brother Yang was suspicious, but he didn't move slowly. He handed the cup to his grandfather, then bit into the fried dough sticks, and then grabbed a thick bamboo pole in the yard. I don't know where my mother got it. It should be set up in the yard to dry.
Clothes.
He grabbed the thick bamboo pole and rushed out, preparing to fight off the mad dog who didn't know where it came from.
Unexpectedly, when he went out, he saw several tall men. Except for the leader, the others were carrying large and small bags. Unknowingly, he thought they were here to propose marriage.
Brother Yang held the bamboo pole high and glared at the other party.
Ouyang Yujun's face was full of embarrassment.
It was him who rang the doorbell just now.
Grandpa Yang came out to open the door and called Grandpa politely.
After Grandpa Yang recognized him, not only did he not let him in, he scolded him and did not allow him to call him grandpa. Then he drove them away and closed the door to the yard.
Ouyang Yu was very embarrassed.
He couldn't tell the truth, otherwise Grandpa Yang would not scold him, but sweep him out with a broom.
After standing for a while, he took his bodyguards and prepared to leave, when there was movement behind him.
Thinking that it was Yang Xi who came out, Ouyang Yu turned around happily, only to see a big man rushing out with a thick and long bamboo pole.
Looking at Brother Yang's posture, Ouyang Yu thought tangledly, when Brother Yang stabbed him with a bamboo pole, should he dodge or let his uncle stab him?
"Mr. Ouyang?"
As soon as Brother Yang opened his mouth, the fried dough stick in his mouth fell to the ground.
Everyone's eyes turned to the fried dough stick that fell to the ground.
Brother Yang smiled sarcastically.
He wanted to put down the bamboo pole he was holding high, but the bamboo pole was too long. If he just put it down like this, it would easily hit Ouyang Yu and his group.
He said sheepishly: "My grandpa said there were mad dogs outside. I was afraid that my sister would encounter a mad dog when she went to work, so I wanted to drive the mad dog away. Now it seems that the mad dog was driven away by Mr. Ouyang."
"I, I'll take the bamboo pole in first. Mr. Ouyang, please step back and don't let my bamboo pole hit you."
Ouyang Yu followed suit.
When he backed away, Brother Yang bent down and picked up the fried dough stick that fell on the ground, and then went in with a thick bamboo pole.
The door was opened. After thinking about it, Ouyang Yu shamelessly walked into Yang's house with his bodyguard group.
"Mr. Ouyang."
Brother Yang put down the bamboo poles, and when he saw Ouyang Yu coming in with someone, he hurried over and blocked Ouyang Yu's way.
"Mr. Ouyang, what are you doing?"
He looked at the bodyguards behind Ouyang Yu and the large and small packages of gifts.
Ouyang Yu lied seriously: "Yesterday, Yang Xi helped me a lot, but she left before I had time to thank her. I, Ouyang Yu, have always had a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. Yang Xi has helped me a lot, so I will always come to thank her in person."
, I wanted to come over earlier, Yang Xi is at home, so..."
"My sister helped you a lot? What help?"
As for what Ouyang Yu said about his clear grudges, Brother Yang automatically ignored them.
If Ouyang Yu had clear grievances, he would not have threatened his sister in order to protect Zhao Shu.
"It's hard to explain in one sentence. In short, Yang Xi has done me a big favor. Without her help, I might have nothing. It's such a great kindness. If I don't come to thank you in person, I will have an uneasy conscience for the rest of my life."
The more lies you tell, the smoother they become.
Ouyang Yu said it without blushing or out of breath, as if it was really happening, and Brother Yang couldn't tell the truth from the lie.
Regardless of whether it was true or not, everyone had entered the yard, and Brother Yang had no choice but to lead them into the house.
Wen Renwei called.
After Ouyang Yu answered the call, he just said: "I understand."
It was referring to the video of Mu Qing and Lan Zheng together. He had known about it for a long time and guessed that it was Zhao Shu who made it.
He was in a very complicated mood. After being beaten by his grandfather, he finally refused to interfere.
However, Lan Zheng is the grand-nephew of the old lady of the Jun family. Is it really okay for Mu Qing to be so close to him?
Should he remind Ye Junbo?
If one day, Ye Junbo's head becomes a prairie, he will also be unlucky.
Because Ye Junbo, who has been hurt by love, will become furious and furious. At this time, he needs to vent his anger and find someone to vent his anger on.
Who does Ye Junbo like to take out his anger on the most?
His mortal enemy was the first to bear the brunt.
Ouyang Yu decided to call Ye Junbo later to remind him that even if he is a relative, he should not be too close. After all, there are differences between men and women.
"Grandpa, Mom..."
"Hello, aunt..."
Ouyang Yu screamed out loud, remembered that he and Yang Xi were in a secret marriage, and quickly changed his words.
Yang Xi spat out a mouthful of soy milk and then coughed violently.
He changed his tune quickly, but Yang's mother was distracted by her daughter's violent coughing and did not hear Ouyang Yu calling her mother.