Before Ye Youliang's words fell, he turned around and ran, but he directly hit Leng Xiangdong's body, a young man in his twenties, tall and mighty, with a hard chest, and a cold air all over his body, Ye Youliang's legs instantly weakened, and his heart struck.

"Big nephew, big nephew ......"

He couldn't say anything, covered his brain, and hurriedly slipped away while Leng Xiangdong was not paying attention.

Looking at his son who fell to the ground at the gate, he hesitated instantly.

Leng Xiangdong in the courtyard was still talking to Fu Yingshao: "Such a person, what do you have good memories back then?" You can't talk nonsense with him and just beat people out! ”

"That's it, such scum and their nonsense are a waste of spit!" Leng Xiangxi still held a two-foot rake for chopping firewood in his hand: "The master who throws the pigs in the pigsty is disgusting and disgusting!" ”

His voice was quite loud, not so much for Fu Yingshao, but for the people in the room.

Leng Qingzhu in the house rolled her eyes helplessly, whether it was the second brother or the grandmother, she was afraid that she would have no feelings for Ye Wenchuan, but she didn't know that she had nothing but unforgettable hatred for Ye Wenchuan.

Fu Yingshao wanted to explain that he didn't want to talk nonsense with Ye Wenchuan, so Leng Xiangnan shook the burning stick in his hand and said, "Next time I dare to come, I will directly break his other leg and see what kind of iron rice bowl such a disabled college student can serve!" ”

This was said to Ye Wenchuan outside the courtyard, the burning stick squatted on the ground, making a sound, and Ye Wenchuan was shocked when he heard it.

Ye Youliang looked at his daughter-in-law who was standing at the door of the house and didn't dare to come over, and it took a while to help the person up.

The father and son stumbled back, and Ye Wenchuan whispered in his mouth to find a place for himself: "Xiucai meets a soldier!" ”

He could continue to talk to the mayor of the town, and he couldn't reason with the Leng family, but he felt more and more that the Leng family had no quality and no level, if he didn't give up Leng Qingzhu, he really didn't want to even look at the family.

The group entered the house, and Leng Hongyi, who was walking behind, called Fu Yingshao to stop.

Two men stood under the eaves of the West Wing and spoke.

"Don't take what Ye Wenchuan said just now, Qingzhu should have forgotten everything before."

It was expected, but Fu Yingshao was not at ease in his heart, but was very disappointed.

"But she still calls me brother."

He said unwillingly, Leng Qingzhu took his hand by the river and called him brother, exactly the same name as eleven years ago, and then when he returned home, the voice of "brother" was also very close, how could those things be forgotten and forgotten?

"What can a five-year-old remember, having an impression of you as a person does not mean that he has an impression of what happened, to be honest, can you remember every word you said yesterday?"

"I can!"

Leng Hongyi: "......"

How could he have forgotten that this kid was talking so little.

He patted Fu Yingshao's shoulder: "Anyway, that's it, it's good to forget it, it's not a good thing after all, she remembered it, it's not good for the two of you, I understand my own daughter, don't look at her looking big, in fact, she is small-minded and holds grudges!" ”

Leng Hongyi has good intentions, Ye Wenchuan is clearly still not giving up, he is afraid that Ye Wenchuan is provoking it.

Shaking his head and sighing, he only felt uneasy.

"Uncle, let's get engaged to Qingzhu and me before the year!" Fu Yingshao said suddenly.