MTL - Mei Gongqing-Chapter 228 [Unscheduled serialization] Three small to Jiankang?

When Wang Xuan returned to Nanshan, it was autumn. His youngest sister had just given birth for half a month.

After sneaking to see his sister, Wang Xuan found himself not jealous of the wrinkled red monkey.

And slipped back to the hall at the fastest speed, Wang Xuan honestly bowed his head, waiting for his father to come out.

A gentle footstep came.

After a while, a white robe horn appeared in front of his eyes.

Staring at the kid who stood up and said nothing, Wang Hong’s voice was cold and waveless. "Where is the fault?"

The boy replied in silence: "Know."

"Talk about?"

"Since the child has encountered Xie's Heting, he should carefully recall what his father said, about his character, acting, and being a person. If you have the right mind, you can not be stigmatized."

"anything else?"

"Children should not be self-sufficient. They should pay more attention to the details. It was not until the Jiankang that they were surrounded by people that they found themselves too much. This is not a mistake."

I don't know why, this kid said that there is always a bit of resentment in his tone.

Wang Hong smiled coldly: "Are you still blaming your mother for cheating on you?"

The teenager shook his head and muttered: "The mother was not intelligent, and she was not in her fault."

"Oh, who is wrong?"

The teenager found that he had spent a lot of effort and didn't turn his eyes. He said with a sigh of relief: "The wrong father."

Wang Hong faintly asked: "Speak and listen."

The boy said in a plain tone: "The mother blames the appearance of the child from a young age. When the father hears it, he never corrects it."

Wang Hong slowly sat on the couch and said faintly: "Being the scorpion of Wang Wang, the first thing you do from the primary school is to judge the true and false of others' speech through your own judgment. The father does not correct it. Is it sure?"

The young boy listened to the teacher.

Wang Hong asked: "How is the feeling of being surrounded by the city for five hours?"

The teenager lowered his head and said nothing, "There is a sense of dying."

"The feeling of dying? The appearance is affected by the sky, and others appreciate it. What are you doing with you? Down the mountain for half a load, you still haven't learned a good time!"

Strict tone, this is Wang Hong’s criticism of him.

From a young age, the character of the teenager has jumped off. Wang Hong did not spend too much effort to correct him, but he has not been able to make Wang Hong fully satisfied until now.

Staring at his son, Wang Hong asked: "After leaving the house, can you think of returning Xie Jialang?"

The boy must be a little bigger, his eyes turned and said: "Now is not the time."

"Oh?"

"He returned to Jiankang on the same day. If I follow, I will definitely pay attention to it. This reward will have to wait a little longer."

"Go out."

"Yes."

Watching the son leave, Wang Hong whispered: "It is time for him to travel around the city and go through the storm."

A black man appeared behind him and whispered, "What can you look like?"

Wang Hong said faintly: "Is there any protection for you?" Seeing that the black man did not answer, he said: "This appearance is also good, at least there will be no life."

The black man nodded again and again: also, it was the poisonous Hu people, afraid that they could not kill the hand.

Hanging down, Wang Hong said: "The youngest, the most difficult thing to bear is the word of love. Remember, when necessary, it is possible to kill insults. My son Wang Hong, can not be done by one person. Cove’s son-in-law is fascinated by the spirit."

His son grew up in the mountains, has no playmates of the same age, has never seen a sensual place, and does not know the means of those red women.

In the pride of Wang Wang, the greatest shame is not to be killed in the hands of the Hu people, but to be tempted by a low-lying woman who is as good as a man.

The black man respectfully responded: "Yes."

Wang Hong added: "Xuan Er is too recruiting. If there is a man who wants to get involved, kill it."

This age is popular among men, and he does not want his son to be addicted to men.

"Yes."

Wang Hong added: "The red dust is ugly and tens of millions, don't let him..." Just said here, a footstep came.

After a while, the voice of a servant came from outside. "Lang Jun, the family came."

The family is coming?

Wang Hong smashed his eyebrows.

The servant heard a loud voice. "The patriarch said that Lang Jun and his wife could continue to hide in the mountains. But the three children have grown up, and the scorpion of Wang's scorpion cannot be seen without the wind and rain."

After the meal, the servant said: "The patriarch also said that Xiaolang was in Jiankang for half a day, and there are still people in the legend. It has already come out of the mountain, why bother to retreat, it is difficult, can you see Wang Hong’s son? "

After a while, the servant said: "Your Majesty also said that he was afraid that Wang Hong’s son would not be able to go out and he would only have his grandson."

This sentence is irony.

Wang Hong was silent for a while and said: "Call the three boys."

"Yes."

After a while, two flickering footsteps were mixed with a light and powerful footstep.

Far away, not yet close, the voice of Wang Hao’s milk was heard from the outside. "Big brother, you must be shamed by your father, and we must be embarrassed."

His voice fell, and the voice of another boy came. "Neither is nor is it true that the father saw our heroic sister, and it hurts to think, but we still feel that we are more gratifying."

Two young sons, Wang Hong, unconsciously, has reached out and pressed his forehead.

He muttered his teeth and muttered. "I don't know how I have endured them for so many years!"

When Wang Hong’s words fell, the black man standing behind him nodded again and again. This is not to mention Wang Hong, but they are also deeply surprised.

The door was knocked open and the two little guys slammed in.

Behind them is Wang Xuan who comes in a leisurely step.

When the three came in, Wang Hong stood up. He hurried forward and blamed: "The wind is big outside, how come you come over?"

There is a towel tied to the forehead, and the baby with the baby is coming in, isn’t Chen Rong?

The three children only noticed that the mother had come. At the moment they opened their eyes and smiled, and brushed her around.

Supporting the mother to sit on the couch, Wang Xuan complained, "Mother is really, you don't see how old you are?"

This is not a good thing to say. Chen Rong took a look at the kid and found a nail print on his face. The depression on his face became a worry.

Touching the seal, Chen Rong frowned: "You, this child, was blocked by people, how was it still scratched? Didn't you teach you to practice kungfu? You can jump from the top of the carriage. what!"

She didn't mention this thing. When it comes to this, Wang Xuan's anger is not going to come. He endured anger and snorted and said: "If you still listen to your mother, the baby ran to the top of the carriage, only the belts were ripped off by the aunts."

Chen Rongyi, involuntarily, her son appeared in front of her eyes, the belt was pulled, the pants were pulled, and the buttocks looked like a light.

Quickly shook his head and opened the cranky thoughts. On one side, Wang Ling and Wang Hao were two little guys who had laughed and fell to the ground and rolled into a ball.

I heard the laughter of the two younger brothers and saw the strange look of the mother biting her lip and laughing. Wang Xuan suddenly reacted. He turned to the three people and turned to Wang Hong and shouted: "Father, I want to build back. Kang."

He tilted his head and said coldly: "If the city is ashamed, if the child is not snow, it will become a big hate!"

When he said this, in front of his eyes, the appearance of Xie Heting’s leisurely appearance appeared.

Wang Hong quietly looked at his son and whispered, "Quiet."

Speaking in one word, the two boys quickly kept their mouths tight.

Wang Hong looked at the three sons and said faintly: "The patriarch sent someone to come and said that he would pick you up to Jiankang. I promised."

In a word spit out, Chen Rong exclaimed, Wang Xuan nodded, and the two boys shouted at the same time. "Father, you can't give birth to a brother of Yingwu. This is wrong, can't blame us!"

"Father, you can't monopolize your mother!"

"Father, I don't squeeze my mother's bed again in the middle of the night."

"Father, I don't use my cat's claws to paint plums on your white dress."

Listening to the two sons confessing to the mistakes, Wang Hong’s mouth twitched a few times, and the black man stunned and listened. He couldn’t help but approach Wang Hong and said, “Lang Jun, you can bear it until now. A few kids, I really admire them!"

This flattered out, Wang Hong’s lips, once again licked.