Rebirth Seventy Splendid Years

Originally, the old man only cared about Su Yue because of Zhuang Yulan's sake. If Zhuang Yulan was excluded, the old man really didn't like girls like Su Yue.

Don't be careful, but she is petty in every way she speaks and acts. If you say that this girl is from a small family, she is not bad. Although Su Zhiyong is a bastard, he still has nothing to say to this daughter. Su Yue has what others have, and what others don't have, Su Yue There are also, but they are stunned to raise such a stingy look.

This is congenital insufficiency, no matter how much you raise the day after tomorrow, Su Yue was born by Xia Yanqiu. As for her father, it may be Su Fugui or Su Zhiyong. No matter which one it is, it is not good. No wonder this girl looks like this .

Looking at Su Mei again, this girl was abused by Xia Yanqiu since she was a child, she ate less and drank less, and suffered so much, but she still grew into a generous and beautiful girl, this is because of the good genes of his comrade-in-arms family.

Even if the phoenix is ​​in trouble, it is still a noble phoenix, not comparable to a mere sparrow.

Now that his background is clear, the old man will certainly not love Su Yue any more. He wants to dote on that girl Su Mei a hundred times to make up for the grievances this girl has suffered over the years.

Su Zhiyong nodded again and again, "Without a dowry, Su Yue will be ashamed. I won't buy her a dowry."

A useless chess piece is not worth his investment, and he will not buy a penny of dowry.

Only then did Mr. Han feel more satisfied, he glared at Su Zhiyong, and reprimanded him: "If it had been 30 years ago, I would have killed you, Chen Shimei, with a single shot. You are not satisfied with a wife as good as Yulan, and you are actually married to Xia Yanqiu." That kind of slut hooking up, you...you are an ungrateful, bastard!"

Talking about the old man getting angry again, that bitch Xia Yanqiu can't compare to Zhuang Yulan anywhere, but Zhuang Yulan lost to Xia Yanqiu, and it was not because Su Zhiyong supported Xia Yanqiu behind his back, even if this bastard was shot a hundred times, it would not be enough.

The old man took the ruler and whipped it more than a dozen times, Su Zhiyong gritted his teeth, and let the old man whip him without saying a word.

"Don't beat him to death, save it for Xia Yanqiu!"

Lin Manru stopped the old man with a cold voice, the cold voice was like ice knives, piercing Su Zhiyong's whole body trembling, he always felt that Lin Manru's words were meaningful, as if he knew something.

"Okay, listen to my wife."

The old man smiled flatteringly at Lin Manru, he was in a very good mood, and finally kept the clouds open to see the moonlight, and his wife was willing to talk to him.

Lin Manru still had a cold face, expressionless, and did not look at the old man. He glanced at Su Zhiyong, who was covered with scars, and said coldly, "Let Xiaomei come to the house more often."

"Yes, I'll tell Xiaomei when I get back."

Su Zhiyong couldn't help nodding his head, he was very happy, and his body didn't hurt so much anymore.

The relationship between Lin Manru and Zhuang Yulan is very good, but Lin Manru is very indifferent to Su Yue and ignores him. He thought that Lin Manru was sick and didn't know anyone anymore. Now it seems that Lin Manru has always been good, but she doesn't like it. Su Yue, that's why she didn't want to talk to her.

After replacing Su Mei, Lin Manru became enthusiastic immediately, and even took the initiative to invite Su Mei to come to his house as a guest.

Su Zhiyong's heart was full of enthusiasm, and his confidence was even stronger. Su Mei's sweet-mouthed and well-behaved girl would definitely please Mr. and Mrs. Han, and she fell in love with Han Jingchuan again. Marriage is a matter of time. In the future, he will be the Han family's in-laws, a small machine tool He is no longer satisfied with the factory, his ability needs to be matched with a wider world, and the machine tool factory has wronged his talent too much.

Han Jingchuan had been staring at Lin Manru all the time. He noticed his mother coming out early in the morning, and he would glance at her from time to time, but Lin Manru didn't look at him. Until now, he hasn't glanced at him.

Lin Manru had talked to Su Zhiyong, but he gave his son a stingy look. Although Han Jingchuan was used to it, he still felt a dull pain in his heart. He didn't give up, and still looked at Lin Manru persistently.

He wanted to hear his mother's voice, not cursing, but a plain, warm and sweet voice like a common saying, which he hadn't heard for 15 years.

Lin Manru seemed to sense Han Jingchuan's eyes, and turned to look at him indifferently. His eyes were empty and numb, without focus. Han Jingchuan's breathing couldn't help but he clenched his fists.

But Lin Manru's gaze swept across him like parallel lines, and then... there was no more, just a parallel line without intersection.

Lin Manru ignored Han Jingchuan as if he didn't see his son, then turned and walked towards the house, his back was cold, as before, as if it was someone else who spoke just now.

Disappointment welled up in Han Jingchuan's heart, he laughed at himself, he should have known this was the result, this was expected, what extravagance did he have?

Old Man Han sighed softly, and said loudly, "Manru, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Lin Manru didn't respond, and walked into the room slowly, as if she hadn't heard it. After entering the room, she sat on the wicker chair and sat as usual, her back was so deserted that she seemed to be out of touch with the world, immersed in in her own world.

The old man sighed again, and the daughter-in-law changed back to her old self. The improvement just now was only a flash in the pan, alas.

He looked at his younger son again, with guilt in his eyes. He didn't know what to say. Han Jingchuan pretended to be indifferent, snorted softly, got up and walked out. If you look carefully, you will find that there is a little water in his eyes .

"Xiao Chuan, I cooked noodles for you, come and eat."

Aunt Song came out of the kitchen, holding a large bowl of steaming noodles with two golden fried eggs lying on it.

Han Jingchuan didn't eat a few mouthfuls of lunch, so Aunt Song cooked a big bowl of noodles, so she couldn't starve her Xiaochuan.

"Don't eat."

Han Jingchuan didn't want to eat it, he was in a bad mood now, he wanted to find Su Mei to inhale, and let her cook a bowl of noodles by the way, he felt that the noodles cooked by Su Mei were better than Aunt Song's.

"Let me eat."

When the old man smelled the aroma of noodles, he immediately had a big appetite. He didn't eat much for lunch. He is from the north and likes to eat all kinds of pasta. Rice is not really his favorite, but Lin Manru likes to eat rice, so the old man can only accommodate his wife.

Han Jingchuan had already reached the door, turned back again, took the dough from Aunt Song expressionlessly, put it on the table, and took out a small half bottle of chili oil from the cupboard, which was made by Su Mei the second time, old man Thiefer than a mouse, there is only so much left after one accidentally eats it.

"That's all there is to it, save some for me!"

The old man was so anxious that he couldn't care about Su Zhiyong, he rushed into the kitchen in a hurry, trying to snatch his life-saving treasure back, now he lives on this little chili oil every day, and he is reluctant to eat more, just such a small bottle, after eating Gone.

Han Jingchuan moved very neatly. He emptied the chili oil after three times, five times and two times. The noodle soup became red, and the air smelled of chili peppers. Aunt Song hurriedly covered her mouth and nose and went to the yard. That's it. She was still coughing non-stop, and she couldn't smell any chili pepper.

"Su Mei made it for me."

Han Jingchuan raised his eyebrows and looked provocative, so he wouldn't give it to the old man.