Hua Yan choked and coughed.

Mom, when she reacts, I really want to slap her and slap this little ghost to death!

The wall had ears, not to mention that they were just a paper window, and there were at least three people inside who could easily hear their conversation.

She: "......"

I hope they can concentrate on it and focus on the disciple Qin Xiaopang and his mother.

Her thoughts spun quickly, and she lowered her voice and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I don't like your father." ”

Qin Xiaopang obviously didn't believe it.

"How is that possible?"

Hua Yan was furious, ", how can it be impossible, your father is a fairy, everyone likes it?" ”

Qin Xiaopang said indifferently: "My father is a man, so he is not a heavenly immortal." And you're mistaken, the point is later. ”

Hua Yan fell into extreme speechlessness as if she had eaten a fly.

She wrapped her arms around her chest and said coldly, "Have you grown hair, marry me?" ”

"What?"

Qin Xiaopang couldn't even understand it, because he was not old enough to understand these things.

He pondered for a long time, and then touched his not short hair, "It's long, can I marry you?" ”

Hua Yan snorted coldly, "It's really playing the piano to the cow." ”

Ahh Annoying!

"Daughter-in-law, yes, you're a cow!" Qin Xiaopang crossed his waist and said.

Hua Yan opened her mouth wide, "What are you scolding me?" ”

"Cow!"

"No, it's the previous sentence, you actually scolded me for being your daughter-in-law?"

This is simply a great insult to Huayan!

Be at the end of one's forbearance!

Qin Xiaopang said: "Why did you scold you when you said you were my daughter-in-law, and wronged you?" I'm younger than you, and I'm younger than my father. My dad has grown old, an old man, and I'm better looking than him when I grow up! ”

If it weren't for this occasion, this situation, and this territory, Hua Yan would have been amused by this little ghost.

What's more, she has never met such a sharp-toothed "man" in this world!

If this little ghost grows up, he must be a good hand in Fengyue!

"Alas......"

She pretended to sigh, touched her face full of collagen, and was secretly proud, but said: "I was born before you were born, and I am old when you were born." ”

"Daughter-in-law, I don't understand what you say."

The little ghost hasn't learned poetry yet.

Hua Yan immediately disliked it, and said indiscriminately, "A man who can't write poetry, my mother won't like it." The meaning of this verse is, when I was born, you were not born. When you die of old age, I will still look like the moon. In other words, we are not suitable. ”

Qin Xiaopang's eyes widened, "There is such nonsense poetry in the world?" ”

"Yes, why not? Oh, you're allowed to talk nonsense, huh? ”

Qin Xiaopang was out of luck, and suddenly had an idea, "But my father is older than me, and I will definitely die of old age first." And you don't fit either. ”

"Poof!"

Hua Yan smiled, he actually cursed his father like this, it was really unfilial to his descendants, "It's not that I said it, I don't like him." ”

"I still don't believe it." Qin Xiaopang is very stubborn.

Hua Yan didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, and the two of them stopped a lot.

Inside the house.

Yue Chengcheng threaded the needle and thread, and sewed back the woman's organs that were cut by her, stitch by stitch.

gaze, over the patient's dull face.

Actually, he looks so ordinary......

To put it mildly, it is delicate at best.

But it has nothing to do with her.

Sewing the last thread, she said lightly: "I heard that Hua Yan still owes you a few lives, let's talk about it, how can you write off this account?" ”