Exile

The house was a bit remote and a bit far away. After a while, two talents arrived. It’s not too late when it arrives.

When I got off the carriage, the family had just arrived at the house. When I didn’t enter the door, I heard a burst of laughter inside. I went in and saw that the person was actually Zhang Su and he was jealous.

A while ago, Zhang Jing and Su Qingbai received a letter from Zhang Su.

Zhang Jing only had such a son as Zhang Su. When he first learned that Zhang Su had gone to the border town with his money, Zhang Jing was scared at home every day, fearing that Zhang Su and Xu Qian would be caught by the court. This worry is more than two years.

Now that the matter has passed, I received a letter from Zhang Su. When he was happy, he packed up the things directly. By the way, he also looked at the former colleague and old friend of Su Lingchuan.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang." Su Qingbai entered and took the initiative to call people.

"Green cypress." Zhang Jing and Su Qingbai are very familiar. When the Su family had not yet fallen, Su Qingbai had nothing to do with his rabbit scorpion. He always called his house to go out to play, but it was not a good thing to play, eat and drink. In addition to doing nothing, he did not want to play with Su Qingbai, but he couldn’t stop it.

When I saw Su Qingbai, Zhang Jing suddenly remembered the past, and he was very vigilant. Although his old friend’s family was fine, he was very happy, but Su Qingbai’s factor of restlessness also came back. This is not a good thing.

When the two talked, Jiang Wei also came in with Su Cai.

"The King of the Kings." Here, I can see Yue Wang, Zhang Jing is very surprised, surprised to get up and salute.

"Grandpa--" Jiang Yu's Su cuisine in the arms of Huai, regardless of their adults, he has not seen his grandfather for two days, but he can panic and stretch his claws to hug.

Su Lingchuan quickly took over the big fat grandson, squinting, and happily holding the fat vegetables.

"You two are coming, sit down, sit down." After receiving the grandson, Su Lingchuan greeted the two humanities.

Zhang Jing, this guest is here, it is not convenient for Su Qingbai to say a few words with Su Lingchuan. After a few sentences, he will not say more.

"Oh, my mother?"

Su Lingchuan, while teasing the Su cuisine in his arms, replied: "Your mother was a little uncomfortable when she arrived home yesterday. Is she lying in the room?"

"Mother, is she physically okay?" Su Qingbai was busy worried.

In his hand, he gently pinched the small claws of Su Caichuan. Su Lingchuan said with him: "There is no big deal, it is old, and I can’t stand the body. I’m looking for a doctor. The doctor said, take a rest. Rest, make up your body."

"Then I will go see my mother first, you will talk to Uncle Zhang first." Su Qingbai took Jiang Yan's hand and went to the inner room.

Looking at Su Qingbai's familiar, Jiang Yi left, and asked: "When did the cypress hang on the king?"

Su Qingbai, this matter, although Suningchuan has no objection, but still not willing to tell others that he can accept it, but others may not be able to accept it. But he was worried about the two people here, but the two did not worry about this at all, and they did not hide the intimacy between the two.

At this moment, watching the old friends who have crossed each other for many years, Su Lingchuan licked his mouth and looked at the baby egg in his arms. He still said: "Green cypress... and Yue Wang are now living together."

"Just lived?" Zhang Jing’s eyes were bigger. He didn’t believe it. Su Qingbai was growing up when he was a child. Just the rabbit’s virtue, the more Wang can see him?

At first glance, Zhang Jing’s thoughts were drawn. Su Lingchuan suddenly blows his beard and blinks. “What do you mean?” How bad is his son?

Zhang Jinggan coughed and busy shifting the topic. "Where is this man and man... Where can it last? It’s not good to say it. How can you agree?"

Su Lingchuan knows that he is not malicious. The things of Jiang Wei and Su Qingbo are a foregone conclusion. He will not worry too much. I can think of Zhang Su and Xu Qian...

With Su Qingbai and Jiang Yan, the two were in front, and Zhang Su and Xu Qian were so tired that he could pick it up.

Su Lingchuan looked at Zhang Jing. "I didn't agree with this thing at first. I couldn't help the children to grind it. The two had good feelings. Later, they figured it out. The happiness of the children would be good."

Zhang Jing sang two times. "That is your temper, so speak!"

"If this thing is on you?" Su Lingchuan asked him.

Zhang Jing’s beard curled up. “You don’t want to talk about it. You have a child now. I can just have a son, and I’m still counting on him.” He said, no longer tell him this topic, he Bent down and pinched the soft claws of Su Lingchuan's Huai Su cuisine. "Where did you come to such a big baby? Old and old, there is no news before." Zhang Su looked Eyes, "I will give Zhang Su a daughter-in-law after a while, let him give me a grandson to play."

Su Lingchuan looked at the delicious Su vegetable dish in his pocket and gently pinched his face. "It is the cypress."

Zhang Jing's eyes are even more unbelievable. Even if Wang Yue looks at Su Qingbai, can he agree that he will have his own child?

"How is this going?"

Just told him Su Qingbai, it was because the two people were so stunned that they couldn’t help themselves. He simply said it. At this time, he asked the vegetable dish again, but how did Soling River refuse to say it.

The two people chatted in the house very much, and did not find the outside of the house to listen to their words and lie there.

Zhang Su smiled, yeah, he is the only child in the family, and he has to pass on the family for generations. Moreover, he wants to hold his grandson.

Thinking of the money, it was a bitter smile. I didn't expect him to be so resistant. Even the talks were not willing to talk.

Zhang Su Yang Tian sighed, but fortunately, he still has not promised money.

Speaking of the money, Xu Qiang was angry with him for a while, and he seemed to have been talking to himself for a while.