Morning, the Heir

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Chapter 1061 Will you grab my father?

All the way back to the Sheng family, the carriage is silent.

Everyone wants to even suppress their breathing in their throats, and dare not make a small sound.

Although Sheng Dong’s temper is bad, his character has never been good, but his nature is not sinful. He can solve the problem that you can solve with a slap. He is absolutely clean and neat, and will not settle accounts after the fall.

But today's Sheng Dong, on the issue of dealing with Liang Yin, really makes people feel scared.

"Do you think that against a woman, my method is a bit sinister?"

Sheng Dong suddenly opened his mouth, and Weng Ling stunned and reacted. He said this to her.

Quickly shook his head: "No, no..."

Weng Ling’s words were not enough for her own voice.

Shengdong’s mouth was bent and he didn’t say anything.

Looking at his expression, Weng Ling was a little annoyed.

In fact, she really didn't think that his heart was too embarrassing. Liang Yin was simply taking care of himself. He just saw that a normal person was tied to the bed, like treating a mental patient. The visual impact made her Some time does not know what to say.

She is clearer than anyone else after Liang Yin’s ending.

She knows what medicine the doctor of today's mental hospital used for Liang Yin.

In the long run, Liang Yin's nerves are damaged, and he will slowly become demented, mad, and even severely illusory.

The end will be very tragic.

Although Weng Ling did not like Liang Yin very much, her temper, at the same time, said a few more words, treating an enemy like this, she never thought about it.

Weng Ling looked at Shengdong, who closed her eyes and raised her mind. She opened her mouth and tried to say something. She even eased the atmosphere in the carriage. But when she said this, she said nothing, and finally gave up.

The car was stopped by Shengdong a few hundred meters away from the old house of Shengjia. The people in the carriage were full of doubts, but Shengdong did not give them doubts.

All people are very curious, this is in front of us, why not go back?

None of them can understand the complex emotions of Shengdong at this time.

He is afraid to face the sail. If the sail asks him another question, how can he answer? ?

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In the yard, the three little guys played in the heat, Lin Xiaomi sat under the hot parasol, looking far away at the boy who was rolling on the ground, the little hand gently stroking in the abdomen, thinking about it - this is The difference between a son and a daughter.

The little boys rolled in the mire one by one, but the little girl stood up with a cute scorpion, sitting in a clean and clever manner.

Lin Xiaomi imagined the picture and felt very happy.

There was a good reputation with the ball running there. One accidentally, one foot on the ball, the whole person fell to the ground, and the palm of his hand broke a large piece of skin.

The cold Jun Lin took the ball away and didn't look at him. He ran to the goal with the ball.

The sorrowful cry wanted to cry, the little mouth smashed up, and suddenly a pair of small hands were stretched out. He looked up and saw Wen Yifan running to his side: "Are you okay? Get up soon."

The reputation of tears that swirled in the eyes, when I saw Wen Yifan, I immediately went back.

He hesitated for a moment, holding Wen Yifan's hand with a small hand that was not injured, and took the opportunity to stand up.

The two men ran together toward the cold king.

Cold Jun flew up and shot directly.

Cheering from there.

Lin Xiaomi quickly let the servant bring the reputation, and a large piece of skin was broken in the palm of his hand. The wound was dirty soil.

The reputation is not willing to throw people in front of the little friends, and it is very hard to wave his hand: "I am fine, it doesn't matter, let's go play."

Lin Xiaomi shook his head: "No, now you can't play anymore. You must handle the wound on your hand first."

The cold sweaty head full of sweat, heard, ridiculed the reputation is a big fool, a ball did not go in, first fell a dog to eat.

The acclaimed little face suddenly rose red: "Ami Xiaomi, I really don't hurt, I don't have to deal with it."

He is clamoring to continue playing.

Lin Xiaomi took a look at his stinky son and kneaded it on his fat face: "I know that I’m playing, I’m here today, seeing you sweaty and dirty."

Leng Jun Lin was pinched in front of his friends, feeling very faceless, with a wet head, he was going to Lin Mi Mi’s arms.

Lin Xiaomi ordered three little guys to enter the house, prestigiously to deal with the wounds first, Wen Yifan went upstairs to take a bath, and the cold Jun Lin was personally educated by Lin Xiaomi.

"How do you talk so, don't you tell me that you don't know if you are clumsy?" Lin Xiaomi whispered while taking a towel and rubbing his sweat on his forehead.

Leng Junlin was very dissatisfied: "The teacher told us that people should not lie, don't you teach bad children?"

"When did I let you lie?"

"He was stupid. You don't let me say, isn't this a deception?"

Lin Xiaomi: "..."

She feels that this three years of pregnancy is definitely not a joke, but a factual basis.

Otherwise, why did she have just been pregnant for more than four months, how can she even say a five-year-old child?

Lin Xiaomi felt that his logic had been circumvented by him.

"Just do it, anyway, if you don't obey, I will deduct your pocket money. I just made it once and deducted two hundred this month."

The cold Jun Lin originally did not agree, who knows that when he wants to deduct the money, he wows up.

For a small financial fan, deducting money is more serious than killing him.

"You don't make sense, hegemonism!"

Lin Xiaomi nodded: "Yes, who told you that you will not make money, you can only reach out for me? You must listen to me."

Cold Jun Lin smashed her teeth, and in a flash, her mind came up with a plan to make money.

After the reputation was cleaned up, he took off his clothes and went to take a bath. The servant brought a plastic glove to his hand to prevent the wound from entering the water. He originally wanted to help him wash it. The result was directly blasted out.

In the bathroom, the light and sleek Wen Yifan saw the same glory and went in.

The two little guys looked at each other and strayed at the same time.

The bathtub is large enough to lie down for ten warm sails.

Shengyu handed his own shampoo shower gel to Wen Yifan, which stepped into the bathtub.

"You use this, it is a foreign brand, it is fragrant," said Sheng Yu.

"Thank you." Wen Yifan turned on and smelled it, and it was very sweet.

Then put it aside and it didn't work.

The hot steam in the bathroom, the reputation of watching Wen Yifan, suddenly whispered: "Do you want to live here later?"

Wen Yifan glanced and shook his head: "I don't want to live here, I want to be with my mother."

"Then if your mother lives here, would you live here with you?"

Wen Yifan did not think about this question: "I don't know."