Chapter 533: Extinction of Humanity

The thought was out of control.

He died at the hands of Ye Wenchuan at the beginning.

That bastard, when he started, he never couldn't bear it at all.

Is there anything he can't do with such a cold-blooded person?

If this is really the case, then Ye Youliang and Jiao Meihua are likely to be the insiders, and it is better to understand why these two couples did not report their knowledge.

They had already died of a son whom they regarded as a burden, and there was no need to get in on the son who was better and more useful to them.

After all, in their minds, only Ye Wenchuan can take them to live in the city.

This is the day they have been looking forward to.

But if it was because of this, they could forget about their eldest son so easily, it would be too terrifying.

"What's going on, why is there so much sweat on this forehead?"

A dry handkerchief was rubbed on her forehead, and grandma's fingers were warm and dry.

Leng Qingzhu's cold blood warmed up little by little: "No, it's okay, grandma!" ”

It's just that after living for two lifetimes, for the first time, I thoroughly understood the word "thinking about extreme fear".

"You don't look like you're okay at all."

"It's nothing, I'm just a little worried about them all of a sudden." Leng Qingzhu made an excuse and easily fooled the old lady.

glanced through the rearview mirror, Ye Wenhai was gone.

……

At this time, Fu Yingshao and the others had already found a guest house, divided the room, and prepared to stay, seeing that Mrs. Fu was so tired that she didn't want to move, Xi Lie and Song Jiayu took the initiative to buy food.

The old lady knocked on her shoulder and said to her grandson: "No wonder your grandfather doesn't like to ride in this car, this is really tiring, after sitting for this day, I feel pain all over my body." ”

"I knew that you shouldn't have come back in this way, how good it would be to spend the New Year in the Northeast directly!" Fu Yingshao moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed to help her grandmother beat her legs.

"I want to, but I'm sorry, don't say it, in addition to the inconvenience of bathing and going to the toilet, the rest of the countryside is really better than the city, especially the fire kang sleeping, this body, I feel no tired, every day with the group of old ladies sitting together chattering, hungry to eat a roasted sweet potato, baked potatoes, very good. The two of them are also good, I am most willing to listen to your cold grandmother sing the little hat of "Kite Flying" and "Pair of Flowers". ”

She snorted as she spoke.

Fu Yingshao was amused by her: "Do you like the people of the Northeast, or do you like the customs of the Northeast?" ”

"I like it all, your grandmother also gave me baked bean buns to eat that day, the lower layer is golden and crispy, the top is soft and glutinous and sweet, and the bean paste filling inside is also sweet, that kind of fragrance, alas, I can't say it, I want to eat it again!"

Fu Yingshao couldn't cry or laugh: "Why are you the same as my father?" ”

"That's right, I'm different from him, he likes everything, I'm not, I'm very picky, alas, no, you said you weren't so considerate before, I'm at this age, if I'm not mistaken, you're still giving me a massage for the first time, right?"

Fu Yingshao's hand froze there: "So, you don't need it?" ”

"Yes, yes, keep pressing, alas, yes, yes, that's it!"

Fu Yingshao's strength was a little bigger, but the old lady still enjoyed it very much: "I'm just wondering, you said that you didn't have this temperament at all before, how long has it been, why are you so human?" ”

"Oh, I wasn't a human being before?"

"It's a person, it's just an ice carving, it's not close to anyone, it's a sense of distance from anyone, even if it's so good with Xi Lie, I don't dare to hook up with you, your parents are very careful when they talk to you, now, it's time to take off that pair of white gloves, and it's not so repulsive to physical contact."

Always wearing gloves, it seems insincere when holding hands, and it feels bad at all when it is separated by a layer.

Fu Yingshao said in his heart.

Old Mrs. Fu looked at her grandson, leaned over and asked:

"Boy, tell me, how much do you like that girl from Qingzhu? Well? ”