Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

   Chapter 592 A potion (31)

  Baitang and Wen Su are at ease and comfortable. Others were less happy.

   The chickens and ducks were not fed, and no one released them to lock them up. They screamed in that small space and pooped a lot.

  The same goes for pigs. After no one cares about them, one of them makes trouble in the pigsty.

  The old man and the old woman finally got up, and wanted to enter the room where Baitang slept, but found that she had locked it.

   Cursed a few words, but couldn't open it.

   Go to Yu Zhenxing and Yu Guangyao again.

   Neither of them moved, and the father and son were still sleeping late.

   "Daxing, are you still up?"

  The old woman was quite resentful.

  Yu Guangyao rubbed his eyes and got up again: "Grandma, I'm hungry."

  The old man was not very happy: "Where is your mother? Doesn't she cook for you yet? Being a mother is so cruel?"

Yu Guangyao complained with pursed mouth: "Grandpa, you don't know, my mother is so indifferent to me. That **** she brought back yesterday was so warm. She treated him better than me. Did she pick me up? "

  Yu Zhenxing pushed Yu Guangyao: "Speak out, don't disturb my sleep."

  The old woman dragged the old man, and Yu Guangyao went out.

  Bai Tang and Wen Su also returned with a full load.

  The old man was not happy when he saw Baitang, and he started to get angry: "Baitang, why don't you go to work and bring a **** with you? Don't you care about your son?"

  Baitang really hates this person's mouth.

  Baitang: "A dog can't spit out ivory, neither can Yu Zhenxing, nor can Yu Guangyao. It turns out that the so-called roots of the Yu family can't."

  Being told by Baitang about this is the most intolerable thing for the old man.

  The old man pointed at Baitang tremblingly: "Who do you think has a problem?"

  It seems that if Baitang says one more word, the old man will rush forward and never stop dying.

Baitang: "I'll say whoever is pointing it out. If you are a good one, if your son is a good one, it won't be thirteen years, and the money given to the family will not even have 10,000 yuan. It won't be like the other families in the village I have started to renovate the house one after another, and I still live in a broken wooden house. I am afraid that if I spend a penny, I will be reimbursed for every penny. Old woman, old man, don’t use the so-called filial piety to oppress me.”

"I am not your biological daughter, and I have no blood relationship with you. I have been in the Yu family for thirteen years. I do the housework and the farm work. I take care of you when you are sick. It is also clearly stated in the marriage code. Daughter-in-law There is no obligation to support your in-laws. The one who has the obligation to support you has always been your baby, Yu Zhenxing. It seems that he didn’t call you very much, and he didn’t work when he came back. He didn’t serve food and water when you were sick. Pass."

   "It doesn't matter, after all, he is your good son, man, he will be fine when the time comes. He will definitely respect you well."

  Bai Tang smiled at Yan Yan, relaxed and comfortable, with an appearance of not caring about them.

  The cloud is calm and the wind is light, and the appearance of not showing any anger makes the old man and the old woman very frightened and a little flustered.

  Looking back at the past time, Baitang, the daughter-in-law, has always been busy at home, taking care of the housework.

  The two of them have been playing together for more than ten years, so they still want to work.

  Old woman: "I don't care, this is your responsibility."

  Baitang: "..."

   It is hard to reason with these people. Their interests must be touched, and only their interests can cause them pain and panic.

  Baitang was not in a hurry: "You see, I still don't care about you."

  Glanced at Yu Guangyao again, as if he was still asleep, and at a glance, he knew that after she took Wen Su away, Yu Guangyao went back to sleep.

   "Drowsy eyes, must have just woke up, Yu Guangyao, is this your guarantee?"

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  Today on time

I am a small waste of flowers, and I raised a rain orchid that can live casually. It has a bud. I don’t know what color it is. I have several varieties, pink and white with fat petals, a little yellow in the center of vermilion, yellow-orange, yellow White powder, looking forward to

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