Dressed as a wronged stepmother, I was pampered by three villains

Using your father to suppress others may work for others, but Dabao doesn't accept this trick at all. "Cheap grandma told me several times that my father will never come back, so let's keep our tail between our legs." The third aunt also said, "See you later."

Their Yan Hanguang, please let me be more respectful."

Click, the handle of the wheelchair cracked.

The eldest child and the second child were startled. Although the second child was particularly annoyed by the man in the wheelchair, the little girl was kind-hearted and said, "It's too weak. Don't forget to fix it when you get back."

"Okay." Yan Beichen responded.

Tang Yan was already furious and said loudly: "Don't listen to these women Hu Qin. I know your father. He is Da Xi's hero and will definitely come back."

Dabao said: "What if he comes back? He has been here before. Is he protecting my mother or us?"

Erbao also had a serious look on his face, "My dad is useless. He never bought me even a bunch of candied haws."

So, dad was ignored by them?

Tang Yan tried to struggle, "Yanlongcheng, you can't live without a father forever."

"You're right!" Dabao clenched his little fist, "Er Bao, I've come up with an idea. Can we let my master be our father? He is handsome, superb in martial arts, brave and loyal. Do you agree?"

"Agree!" Erbao said, "He lent money to my mother without blinking an eye, taking away the generosity!"

"Yes, give us money and don't even mention repaying it. It's taking away the atmosphere!"

"I promised to teach my brother martial arts. As long as I am in the county, I will do it rain or shine. I am loyal!"

"Obviously I didn't practice well, but he said it was him who didn't teach me well and took over the man!"

Dabao and Erbao sang and harmonized each other, and their crosstalk was particularly smooth.

Desperate Tang Yan is still working hard, "Your father is much better than Mr. Xing..."

Yan Beichen interrupted Tang Yan with a slight cough and asked: "Dabao Erbao, do you like the face on the salesman's load?"

"It's not bad." Erbao looked alert, "Brother, is he going to buy us noodles? Mom said it in the book, you can't take things from strangers!"

"Yes, it was written in the second chapter of "The Slave Catching the Head"."

"Stop the kids and get close to them, trick them with delicious and fun things, pretend to be your parents' friends, brother, it's all right! They are becoming more and more like kidnappers, aren't they?"

"Er Bao, you are so alert, let's go home quickly."

"It's so scary. Everything written in the storybook has come true."

"Sister, we defeated the kidnapper again!"

Yan Beichen:......

The two children ran away hand in hand. Tang Yan sighed helplessly, "Are all those named Yan so difficult to fight?"

"It's good that you know."

The two had no choice but to walk back. Due to successive setbacks, the atmosphere along the way was dull. There was a young girl in Qingliu Lane who had just grown hair. Seeing such a handsome man, she couldn't help but blush with shame. Two bold ones ran over and threw them at them.

The handkerchief throws fruit.

Yan Beichen handed the fruit to Tang Yan. Tang Yan had always been a bit of a germaphobe. This kind of food was classified as unclean food here, but now he took it and took a bite. While eating, he said: "This is a normal girl."

Seeing my young master’s reaction, Zhang Sanniang is not a woman!”

"What do you want her to do?"

"It's not like these little girls are shy and timid when they see me. She should be kinder to me, right?"

"I advise you not to count on it."

"That's right. She's holding a fire stick. It's good if she doesn't hit me."

The two of them passed by Zhang Biluo's house and found that the woman was cutting bamboo at the door. She was cutting bamboo with her knife, and the cutting was not smooth.

"Dabao, come here and help mother peel the bamboo."

"What?" Tang Yan immediately broke through, "Dabao is so young, what should I do if I cut my finger?"

Zhang Biluo smiled slightly and carefully controlled Xiao Tang's psychological activities. Can't you stand it? That's right!

She lowered her head and said aggrievedly: "I want to make some delicious food for the pups, but I don't have enough tools. Oh, why is it so difficult without my husband?"

Tang Yan almost vomited, "Zhang Sanniang, please stop pretending. If I hadn't seen your Yaksha appearance yesterday, I might still be able to believe you."

Zhang Biluo sighed quietly, but she was too weak, "Hey, believe it or not, what does it have to do with me? My husband-in-law should have cut the bamboo sticks in my family, but there is no such person in my family, so doesn't it have to be done by the eldest son? I

I know you look down on me. As a widow, it’s so difficult for me.”

Okay, let's put the pressure on Yan Beichen.

Yan Beichen said politely, "What kind do you want? I'll cut it."

My father, I’m just waiting for you to say this!

Zhang Biluo pointed to the open space outside the door, "You can't enter the hospital. Park your wheelchair over there. Follow my instructions and fall down... Okay, park it over there."

She took the bamboo sticks and handed them to Yan Beichen, "I cut these. If you make them according to this size, you need at least a hundred sticks. You can grind them finer, otherwise you will scratch the children's mouths."

The knife given by Zhang Biluo was very awkward, so Yan Beichen took out a dagger that was as sharp as iron and cut it quickly.

Zhang Biluo looked at it with a smile, glanced at Tang Yan, and said loudly: "Dabao, come chop wood for mother!"

Tang Yan felt distressed and quickly stopped him, "He is not yet six years old, and you actually let him chop firewood?"

"Alas," Zhang Biluo sighed and wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, feeling aggrieved, "What can I do? My eldest son's life is miserable. His mother died early, and I was abandoned by my family. He didn't even

There is no uncle who can help him chop wood..."

Tang Yan: "..."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Give me the ax and I will chop wood for Dabao!"

Boss Dabao was not happy, "Mom, don't you doubt them? They are stinky kidnappers who want to kidnap your eldest baby."

Zhang Biluo whispered: "Dabao, can't you see it? Mother is destroying their will, torturing their souls, and exploiting their labor!"

Dabao suddenly realized, "Mom is still powerful, no one is her opponent."

Zhang Biluo still refused to let Tang Yan enter the courtyard, and only let him work outside the gate. As a result, the door of Zhang Sanniang's house became a scene, with people with bad legs cutting bamboo sticks, and Young Master Pianpian chopping firewood.

Tang Yan felt bitter: How could my slender hands, which were used to write beautiful articles, swing an axe? How could it be possible?

But he was kidnapped by Zhang Biluo morally. He was afraid that when his identity was revealed in the future, Dabao and Erbao would be even more disgusted than they were today.

——You haven’t even chopped firewood for your child, how can you talk about your uncle’s love?

The more Tang Yan worked, the more he felt suffocated. Not only his arms were sore, but the big bump on his forehead caused by the fire stick was even more painful.

Zhang Biluo was particularly wicked. She moved a stool out and took her children to eat melon seeds and watch them chop wood.

Yan Beichen was whittling a bamboo stick in his hand and suddenly laughed in a low voice.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Biluo flew over with a dagger in his eyes, showing no courtesy at all.

"I'm not laughing at anything. I think it's pretty good."

"Does this sound good? After peeling the bamboo skewers, you can help me cut the meat. I will move the cutting board out for you and put it on your lap to cut."