Lao Yang raised his hand and wiped his face, smiling bitterly: "I don't even dislike your old orange-skinned face, but you dislike me in turn? Come on, do you want to go or not?"

Mrs. Tan turned her face to one side, deliberately not looking at Old Yang's head.

Lao Yang shook his head, patted the armrest of the wheelchair again, turned around and headed for the door.

Yang Huazhong saw Tan's reaction in his eyes and was secretly happy.

As long as Mom didn't say any vicious words, she should have agreed to go over for the New Year's Eve dinner that night, and her behavior just now was, to put it bluntly, she was arguing with Dad.

"Mom, it's settled, let's go back first, and I'll come to pick you up later."

Yang Huazhong dropped these words and turned around to chase after Old Yang.

In the main room, Mrs. Tan turned her head and saw Wang Hongquan looking at her enviously. Mrs. Tan suddenly felt a sense of superiority.

The old lady raised her hand and stroked her oiled head. The hair was smooth, without any wrinkles, and felt as smooth as touching mink fur.

"Oh, it's troublesome to have too many sons. During the Chinese New Year, the host's family invites the west's family. Unlike some people, they don't have a single son and can only shamelessly live with their grandchildren..."

Wang Hongquan's expression suddenly changed and became ugly and ugly.

Yang Huamei just happened to come out of the west room. When she heard what Tan said, Yang Huamei stopped and her face sank.

Seeing that Tan seemed to want to show off to Wang Hongquan, Yang Huamei coughed hard and interrupted Tan's words.

"Mom, what are you talking about? You actually use such words to tease my father-in-law?"

Yang Huamei's voice was as cold as a knife. Tan felt a chill running down her spine. When she turned around, she saw a pair of eyes that were colder than knives.

"Mei'er, you heard wrong. Mom didn't mean that..."

"Then what do you mean?"

Yang Huamei stepped forward and questioned Tan.

"You can do whatever you want to flatter my father-in-law, but I won't say a word because you are my mother."

"But if you use the matter of his dead son to get rid of him, don't you think about who his dead son is? He is my man, Shuanzi, and your son-in-law!"

The skin on Tan's face twitched and turned blue and purple, and there was some annoyance in his eyes.

"Meier, I, I really didn't mean that, I just said it casually."

Yang Huamei sneered, "What a casual remark, mother, you keep saying that you love me the most, as an old girl, and you do everything for me, as an old girl, but I feel that you don't feel sorry for me at all. If you feel sorry for me, just

You should feel sorry for me that I became a widow at the age of thirty-four!"

Mrs. Tan frowned, clapped her hands and said, "Why doesn't Mom feel bad about your widowhood? If Mom didn't feel bad about it, she wouldn't have wanted to set you up with that man from the Zhang family, but she didn't expect to be beaten by Liao Meiying.

Cut off the Hu! Who can be blamed for this?"

Yang Huamei's face turned even darker.

Do you really feel sorry for your daughter? You should think about what she thinks, instead of pushing what you think is good to your daughter, you should think from your daughter's point of view.

"What? Xiao Hei Taga, you actually have such thoughts that you want my daughter-in-law to remarry Zhang Youfu?"

Wang Hongquan, who was immersed in the pain of losing his son, suddenly raised his head and looked at Mr. Tan in shock, his eyes full of condemnation and anger.

Mrs. Tan was not afraid of Wang Hongquan's condemnation and anger at all. She turned around and said confidently: "What? I can't do anything for my daughter? I haven't even blamed your Wang Shuanzi for being a short-lived consumption ghost who cheated my daughter.

Are you going to accuse me in turn? How shameless are you?"

Wang Hongquan was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick: "My Shuanzi was weak, but he didn't die of illness. He got into trouble with your daughter and went into the mountains to pick wild fruits to please her, so he was bitten to death by a leopard! It was your daughter who killed him.

my son!"

Mrs. Tan grabbed the tea bowl on the table and threw it at Wang Hongquan.

GuWang Hongquan dodged, and the tea bowl hit Xiao Hei on the head.

Xiao Hei originally raised his head to watch his grandfather and Granny quarreling, grinning and still snickering. He thought this was very interesting, and because the two elders were quarreling, he could divert his mother's attention from him. Unexpectedly,

I avoided it, but suffered disaster myself.

"Ouch!"

He covered his face, only to feel that his face was wet, and hot water mixed with tea was dripping into his collar, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Xiao Hei!"

Yang Huamei was originally shocked by Wang Hongquan's complaint, but suddenly Xiao Hei was beaten, which really attracted Yang Huamei's attention.

"Xiao Hei, what's going on? Where did it hit? Let me see it quickly!"

Yang Huazhong rushed to Xiao Hei, held Xiao Hei's shoulders and looked up and down.

It wasn't until this moment that she really saw her son's face clearly.

For a period of time, my son became unsightly and thin. A layer of flesh seemed to have been shaved off his originally chubby face, and edges and corners appeared on his face.

Xiao Hei has an angular appearance, and his facial features are not ugly at all. He is somewhat similar to several uncles and cousins ​​in the old Yang family.

Unlike Dabai, Dabai has more skin color and facial features than Wang Shuanzi.

The eldest grandson is even more related to another generation and looks more like his grandfather Wang Shuanzi...

"Mom, it hurts so much. I feel like I'm going to die..."

Xiao Hei took this opportunity to bury his big head in Yang Huamei's arms and act like a baby like he did when he was a child.

Yang Huamei touched Xiao Hei's big head, and the familiar feeling came back.

No matter what his son is like, he is his son after all. Even if he kills people and sets fire, he is still his son.

What's more, he didn't commit murder or arson this time, he was just seduced by the woman from the Xu family. What hot-blooded boy can resist a woman's lust?

As the saying goes, women chase men across the veil, and men chase women across mountains. This is not my son’s fault, it’s the daughter of the Xu family!

Yang Huamei figured out all this in an instant, and held Xiao Hei's head for a while. Bao felt distressed. Wang Hongquan also felt sorry for his eldest grandson, and quickly went to the kitchen to ask Hongmei to bring hot water to wipe Xiao Hei's face.

Tan was left aside with no one paying attention. She wanted to step forward and take the initiative to care about Xiao Hei, and explained to Yang Huamei that she didn't mean it, and she really didn't expect to hit Xiao Hei...

As a result, Yang Huamei turned her head and stared at Ms. Tan fiercely, her eyes filled with alienation and disgust, as if she were glaring at a stranger.

"Go away, don't come to my place again, just treat me as your daughter! I don't care about your love either!" Yang Huamei said through gritted teeth.

Tan's face also froze, and she looked at Yang Huamei, her eyes becoming hollow little by little.

"Meier, I really didn't want to hit Xiao Hei..."

"I don't want to hear it anymore," Yang Huamei shook her head, "It doesn't matter if you mean it or not. Mom, I'm tired. I'm so tired. Please go. Don't come to my house. Let us close the door as a family.

Can you come and live a quiet life?"

"Meier..."

"Go back!"
Chapter completed!