The person Yan Mingshun said was the Zhao hero who was hard and simple, often warned his son not to forget his roots, and from time to time asked Master Yuan to be a bittersweet memory?

"Brother Ming Shun, are you mistaken? My second uncle is reluctant to throw away his socks that have broken several holes, how can he spend a lot of money? Impossible, absolutely impossible......"

She couldn't help but shake her head, she really didn't believe that Zhao Yingying would be this kind of person, she was obviously a meticulous old cadre!

But it was impossible for her not to believe Yan Mingshun, and she couldn't help frowning.

"Brother Ming Shun, what will happen to the Zhao family?" Meimei asked.

Yan Mingshun smiled dotingly, stroked her head gently, and said softly: "Helence is threatening your grandfather with this now, I estimate that your grandfather will compromise, and your second and third uncles should be demoted, from a first-class family to a third-rate, fourth-rate, or even the last." ”

As soon as Meimei heard that he would not be killed, he immediately stopped caring, "It doesn't matter if he is a few streamers, I don't care anyway, as long as Brother Ming Shun is first-class." ”

The little sycophant slapped Yan Mingshun physically and mentally, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Meimei will always be a little princess, and no one dares to bully you!" ”

The eyebrows leaned on the man's broad chest, yawned a few more times, sleepy eyes were hazy, and the corners of his lips pursed a sweet smile, Yan Mingshun's fingers gently stroked the delicate and smooth skin on the girl's face, and the rough fingers touched the eyebrows and eyebrows drowsy.

Yan Mingshun shook his head and smiled, he still wanted to talk to Meimei about the Zhao family, but it's like this, I'm afraid that I won't be able to listen to what I say, so let's talk about it tomorrow.

He kissed the girl on the forehead, then put the eyebrows on the bed, covered them with a blanket, and reluctantly left.

The current situation of the Zhao family is very bad, it should be said that it is very bad.

In the study, the old man's face was pale, and he looked at Zhao Yingying kneeling on the ground with disappointment, and Zhao Yingyong was standing next to him.

"Dad, please save me, don't care about your son......"

Zhao Yingying lost his former majesty, his whole body was embarrassed, and he hugged the old man's leg and cried, like a child who asked for candy.

Zhao Yingyong said hatefully: "Second brother, what's the use of you crying now?" If you knew today, why bother in the first place? ”

Zhao Yingying didn't say anything, just cried at the old man, he knew that the only one who could save him at the moment was his own Lao Tzu, this life-saving straw, he had to hold on to everything!

The old man looked at him and kicked him hard, but he was so tired that he was out of breath, and he didn't know what to do in the past three years, his physical condition was getting worse and worse, and he was tired after a set of punches.

In the past, let alone a set of punches, it was just playing several sets in a row without breathing, as if it had returned to the previous sick and crooked situation.

The old man was okay, but the old lady was even worse, since the year before, she had been lying in bed for most of the year, as before, and her appetite had been greatly reduced, and she had lost very quickly.

The family doctor who has served the Zhao family for more than ten years said privately that the old lady is afraid that she will not be able to last for a few years, so let the Zhao family be psychologically prepared.

As for the old man, because his physical foundation was already better than that of the old lady, and he was fed behind his eyebrows for a few more months, he didn't lose so quickly, but the situation was not good.

Zhao Yingyong hugged the old man, looking at the age spots on his father's face and the drooping loose skin, his heart was very uncomfortable, and he was even more resentful of Zhao Yingying.

The old man took a deep breath and asked in a cold voice, "How do you want me to save you?" ”