However, Chen Ping heard the words of the village chief, but he was no longer reluctant to laugh.

even spoke out and said with a smile: "Are you looking forward to my long life?" Your father lived to be over 90 years old. ”

The village chief scolded with a smile: "His old man is one year behind, and he will be a hundred years old." ”

The two slowly shifted their conversation to the past.

But Wang Qin is no longer mentioned as a woman.

From the conversation between the two, Chen Mengtian also knew something.

Chen Ping and the village chief have a good relationship.

Although the village chief's father lived to be ninety-nine years old before he died.

But he was not old, he was also in his early thirties.

However, he is the ninth in the family, and he belongs to the youngest.

He was only available when his father was in his sixties.

For the modern Chen Mengtian, this matter is really very ...... Shock.

In his sixties, Mi Qing. The son is still alive, which is really a relatively good thing.

Just as the village chief and Chen Ping were talking, Jiang Zebei walked out of the inner room holding the things in his hand.

The sound of his footsteps alarmed the words of the village chief and Chen Ping, and the two stopped and followed the sound.

Jiang Zebei walked to the table in the living room and put all the things in his hand on the table one by one.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, all on the table.

"Village chief, you're all ready."

When the village chief heard this, he looked at Chen Ping who was lying on the wooden couch.

He asked, "Are you going to write it, or am I going to write it?" ”

The previous sadness in Chen Ping's eyes spread again.

He sighed in a low voice: "I came, I married her into the door back then, and I personally sent her away." ”

As Chen Ping spoke, the person had already sat up.

Seeing this, Chen Mengtian immediately stepped forward to help him.

People with heart disease should never get emotional.

She could clearly see that Chen Ping's hands were trembling, and her breathing was a little faster than just now.

"Uncle, slow down, your body is important."

Chen Ping looked at her sideways, with relief in his eyes.

He patted Chen Mengtian's hand holding him and said, "Child, I'm sorry for you." ”

The latter shook his head and helped him down from the couch.

Chen Ping's eyes looked at the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, and his steps walked step by step with Chen Mengtian's support.

The village chief followed behind the two with emotion in his eyes.

The distance from the wooden couch to the table is not long.

Chen Ping quickly stood at the table.

Without hesitation, he scooped up the pen on the table and held it in his hand.

The fingers were very hard, and the blood of the hand holding the pen gradually faded.

Seeing this, Chen Mengtian sighed, she let go of Chen Ping's hand and moved the stool on the side behind Chen Ping.

"Uncle sit down and write, you can't be too excited about your illness, and the most taboo is that your mood fluctuates too much."

Chen Ping seemed to hear it, but he didn't seem to hear it.

He didn't respond to Chen Mengtian, but did it after her voice landed.

The pen in his hand fell on the clean paper, and the words were written quickly.

In the eyes of Jiang Zebei, Chen Mengtian, and the village chief, he finished writing the retirement in one go.

After writing, Chen Ping didn't even look at it, and turned to look at Chen Mengtian.

"Mengtian, this uncle is disturbed, and there are still guests at home now, so I'll go back first."

Chen Mengtian stopped the person as soon as possible, "This is not good, I finally pulled you back from the ghost gate, if you go back and be angry, I will find someone to reason." ”

She stood in front of Chen Ping, and her attitude was very resolute.

What Chen Baojie said to Wang Qin before, she can find clues from it.

Wang Qin's concubine's family is here.

It was a big cuckold, and the man couldn't help but be angry.