Zhao Xuelin and his brother came back in a few afternoons, disgraced, with a look of eating stool, and went to take a bath when they got home, otherwise they wouldn't be able to live.

I was trained by the nosy administrator for three hours, and the smell of green onions on my face was fragrant, and I couldn't stand the smell.

What's even more popular for them is that their dignified Zhao family's men have been trained harshly since they were children, but now they have let Yan Mingshun from an ordinary family give Shabu to Shabu, and they are still being Shabu so bitter that they can't say it.

They can't swallow this breath, and they have to find a place at night!

"Grandpa, I'm back!"

The crisp voice of eyebrows sounded in the courtyard, and everyone in the living room immediately adjusted to a state of combat readiness, all of them sat upright, their backs were straight, and they must not give their granddaughter (little sister) a drop.

Meimei pulled Yan Mingshun into the house, and when he arrived in the house, he called out to the old lady on the sofa unwillingly: "Grandma." ”

Compare the attitude before and after, the difference is not too obvious, the old lady's chest began to block again, the back molars were clucking, the dead girl's heart and eyes were so small, it had been so long, and she still held a grudge against her!

The old man glanced at the old lady without a trace, and warned her to pay attention to her demeanor in front of the guests, and if she made a mistake, don't blame him for not giving face.

As for Meimei, the old man is only going to give her three days to be careful, after all, the old woman is an elder, no matter how confused the old woman is, but the junior can't always hold a grudge with the elders, isn't it, if the granddaughter is still like this after three days, he has to say it well!

The little princess of the Zhao family can't be so small that people can see jokes!

The old man carefully looked at the young boy who walked in with his granddaughter, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and straight, with a steady pace, at first glance, he was a clean and neat character, and he had an appetite for the old man.

It's just that the old man, who has adhered to the principle of picking thorns from the beginning, forcibly suppressed the appreciation in his heart, and picked Yan Ming obediently from head to toe, and even his hairstyle was despised by him.

Men have to shave the board, have masculinity, do anything three-seven, very motherly, similar to Fu Zhigao, bad reviews!

And isn't this look too handsome, what's the use of a man looking so handsome, net peach blossoms, unreliable, bad reviews!

Is this skin too white, a little whiter than when the old woman was young, like a little white face, the granddaughter can be fascinated by him, and other women will definitely be, quite unreliable, bad reviews!

And the bones of this body are too weak, look at the small waist is thin, his old man can be stuck with one hand, thinner than the waist of the old woman when she was young, how can this waist strength be, unreliable, bad review!

……

The old man's critical eyes were like silver needles, and he was very uncomfortable all over his body, standing at the entrance or retreating, secretly wondering if the buttons of his shirt were not buttoned properly, or the zippers of his pants were not pulled properly.

Yan Mingshun looked down at himself, the button was fine, even the first button was buttoned, the zipper was no problem, it was strictly guarded, and it would never reveal the place that should not be exposed.

He let out a long breath, put half of his heart down, bravely looked at the black-faced old man, smiled and said: "Old chief, I am Yan Mingshun, serious Yan, tomorrow's Ming, smooth Shun, I am a good friend of Meimei, the first visit, these gifts are some of my thoughts." ”

The old man has a better impression of Yan Mingshun, who can still stand straight and not humble and talk eloquently under his own obscenity.

What a good boy!