Old Yang raised his hand and wiped his face, smiling bitterly: "I don't even dislike your old orange-skinned face. Do you even dislike me? Oh, do you love to go?"

Tan turned his face aside and deliberately ignored Lao Yang's head.

Old Yang shook his head, patted the armrest of the wheelchair again, and turned to the door.

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

As long as my mother didn't say a vicious swear word, she should have agreed to go over for the New Year's Eve dinner at night. To put it bluntly, she was still arguing with her father.

"Mom, that's all. Let's go back first and I'll pick you up later."

Yang Huazhong left this and turned around and chased Lao Yang's head.

In the main hall, Tan turned his head and saw Wang Hongquan looking at him enviously. Tan suddenly felt superior.

The old lady raised her hand and stroked her head with oily hair. Her hair was slippery and had no wrinkles at all. It felt smooth as if she was touching the mink fur.

"Oh, it's troublesome if there are too many sons here. The New Year's home is welcomed by the other family. Unlike some people, there is not even a single son. They can only live with shameless faces against their grandson..."

Wang Hongquan's face suddenly changed, and it became very ugly.

It just so happened that Yang Huamei also came out of the west room. When she heard Tan's words, Yang Huamei paused 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 used such words to squeeze my father-in-law into the crowd?"

Yang Huamei's voice was very cold, like a knife. Tan felt a chill on his back. When he turned around, he saw a pair of eyes that were even colder than a knife.

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

"What do you mean?"

Yang Huamei took a step forward and questioned Tan.

"You can squeeze my father-in-law into anything else. I won't say a word because you are my biological mother."

"But you use the matter of killing your son to crush him, don't you think about who his dead son is me? It's my man, Shuanzi, and your son-in-law!"

The skin on Tan's face twitched, blue and purple, and his eyes were a little annoyed.

"Mei'er, I, I really don't mean that, I just said it casually."

Yang Huamei sneered, "What a casual saying, Mom, you always say that you love me, the old daughter the most, and do everything for me, the old daughter, but I think you don't feel sorry for me at all. If you feel sorry for me, you should feel sorry for me as a widow at the age of 34!"

Tan frowned and slapped his hands and said, "Why don't you feel sorry for your widow? If I didn't feel sorry for you, I wouldn't have wanted to match you with the man from the Zhang family, but I didn't expect that Liao Meiying would be intercepted! Who can I blame?"

Yang Huamei's face became darker.

Is it really so distressing to feel sorry for my daughter? You should think about what you think, rather than pushing your daughter to your daughter. You should think from the perspective of your daughter.

"What? Xiao Hei, you still have that kind of thought to remarry my daughter-in-law to Zhang Youfu?"

Immersed in the pain of losing his son, Wang Hongquan suddenly raised his head, and he looked at Tan in shock, with condemnation and anger in his eyes.

Tan was not afraid of Wang Hongquan's condemnation and anger at all. She turned around and said with confidence: "What? I can't plan for my daughter? I haven't blamed your Wang Shuanzi for being a sick and short-lived ghost. You're also criticizing me in reverse? Are you so big?"

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 went into the mountain to pick wild fruits to please her, so he was bitten to death by the leopard! It was your daughter who killed my son!"

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

Wang Hongquan avoided, and the tea bowl hit Xiao Hei's head.

Xiao Hei was originally looking up at his grandfather and Ga Po quarreling, grinning and laughing. In his opinion, this was very interesting, and because the two elders quarreled, they could divert their mother's attention from him. Unexpectedly, the master avoided it, but he suffered a disaster.

"Ouch!"

He covered his face and felt a wet piece of his face. Hot water mixed with tea and dripping into his collar, feeling so uncomfortable.

"Little Hei!"

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

"Xiao Hei, what's going on? Where did you hit it? Let your mother see!"

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

It was not until this moment that she truly saw her son's appearance.

For a while, my son was not quite thin. His originally fleshy face seemed to have been cut off a layer of flesh, and edges appeared on his face.

Xiao Hei, who had angular appearance, looked really ugly, and he was a bit similar to the uncles and cousins ​​of the old Yang family.

Unlike Dabai, Dabai is more likely to follow Wang Shuanzi, regardless of whether it is skin color or facial features.

And the eldest grandson is even more relative to each other and looks more like his grandfather Wang Shuanzi...

"Mom, I feel so painful. I feel like I'm about to die..."

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

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

No matter how your son is, he is his own son. Even if he kills and sets fire, he is his own son.

What's more, he did not kill and set fire this time, but was seduced by the woman from the Xu family. Which young boy can resist the beauty?

The so-called woman chasing a man with a layer of veil, and a man chasing a woman with a mountain is not my son's fault, but the daughter of the Xu family!

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

Tan was left aside and no one cared about it. She wanted to go up and take the initiative to care about Xiao Hei, and explained to Yang Huamei that she did not do it on purpose, and she really never thought that she would hit Xiao Hei...

As a result, Yang Huamei turned her head and stared at Tan fiercely with her eyes, her eyes full of alienation and disgust, as if she was staring at a stranger.

"You go, don't come to me again, just pretend that I don't have my daughter! I don't care about your love either!" Yang Huamei said gritting her teeth.

Tan's face froze, and he looked at Yang Huamei, his eyes gradually became empty.

"Mei'er, I really didn't want to smash Xiao Hei..."

"I don't want to hear it anymore," Yang Huamei shook her head, "No matter whether you intentionally or unintentionally, Mom, I'm tired, I'm really tired, please leave, don't come to my house, can we let our family close the door and live a peaceful life?"

"Mei'er..."

"You go back!"

Yang Huamei turned her head and left Tan with a cold back of her head.
Chapter completed!