just stick to you

It's fine. "

"...Although you and Ming Ziqiao, I really can't express my blessings, but I hope that you are all safe and sound, and nothing major will happen to you." Su Muyuan sighed, he could hear that he was deeply troubled, but there was nothing he could do, "I I will take over this gym and continue to fulfill our dreams. You, if you are not killed, come back to talk about the old days when you are free, and bring back to help me cultivate talents if you have money."

"Okay." Mingrui also sat down and reached out to touch Su Muyuan's fist. He felt that his fingers were being held back as soon as they touched him.

"That's a deal."

"it is good."

"Don't break your promise again!"

"Will not."

"Hmph, it's best."

"I swear. As long as I don't die, I will come back at least once every three years."

"I'll wait for you with leftovers!"

"I'll come back to eat with you."

Mingrui stared at Su Muyuan without blinking, and firmly clasped two strong hands. The two firm men made another oath.

Mingrui's dream shrunk because of Mingziqiao.

Mingrui only hoped that such a sacrifice would not be in vain.

Mingrui knows how dangerous this love is.With life and death at stake, his desires became extremely small, and he didn't dare to ask for anything more. He only wanted his little wife to live a good life, be strong and healthy, and live a long life.

Even in this life, he can't be with him forever and stay together for the rest of his life. He can only watch him grow up as a junior from a distance, watch him establish a career and start a family, and watch him become an old man.

As long as he lives and lives well, if he can never appear in front of him——

He is also willing.

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Mingzhen entrusted his second son and daughter to his godmother, packed his simple luggage and drove to the airport.

Sitting in the waiting room, he sent a text message to Tu Ling, and within 3 minutes, the sound of receiving a response sounded in his coat pocket.

"Mingrui refused to get up, and was still kneeling in your father's living room. 』

Still kneeling?It's been more than [-] hours, so you're not afraid of your knees being crippled?Ming Zhen rubbed his temples. Ever since he learned that his eldest son would not go home and insisted on going to Los Angeles to meet his younger brother, the migraine that didn't work after taking medicine seemed to be getting worse.

"and you? 》Sent another question, Mingzhen took out the painkiller tablet, went to the water dispenser to pick up the water for delivery, threw away the paper bag-shaped paper cup, and the reply from his wife came again.

"Accompanying your son, I begged you on my knees. 』Writer’s words: Originally, I wanted to collect chapter 105. However, many friends who are inconvenient to accept this article chased after it. In chapters 110-115, thank you for your support and bow...

(7 fresh coins) 101 [Nephew Gong Shushou, the first year] Joe's father's unwillingness

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Mingzhen looked at it, his eyes dimmed, and he sat back beside the luggage, pressing and deleting on the buttons with his fingers, the text on the screen increased and decreased, and finally only sent a few words:

"One more day, I'll be there soon. "

Tu Ling didn't put his phone in his pocket, and he couldn't wait to click on it to read the text message from his wife.

"Brother Ling, where is third brother?" Ming Yao was squatting in front of Ming Rui, taking water to quench his eldest nephew's thirst.

Ming Rui was also determined to go on a hunger strike with Ming Ziqiao.It was Qiao Zhijun and Mingyao who persuaded him earnestly for almost a day. If he fainted, even if the grandfathers promised to let him see him, he would not be able to see him again, so the eldest nephew was brainstormed. As for kneeling and begging for forgiveness, no one objected, Dad Ming Father Qiao always loved his children and grandchildren, even if Mingrui wanted to kneel down to the disabled to atone for his sins, it would depend on the reluctance of the two elders.

After all, the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, if Ming Xingcheng is ruthless towards his own flesh and blood, then let alone Rui, even the Mingzhen he harbored when he was betrayed cannot be born.

"Still at the airport in Brisbane." Turing straightened his upper body and swung his neck from side to side, still holding the phone in his palm.

"Are you hungry?" Mingyao handed over the bread in his hand, Tu Ling glanced at it, and shook his head.

"I'm not interested in dry food now." Sweat soaked the fabric of the trousers where the knees touched the ground. Even though the floor was warm logs, Tu Ling still felt numb and cold, and the strands from the lower limbs followed the spine. Climb up and spread to the upper limbs and chest and abdomen.

"Then what do you want to eat?" Mingyao could tell that Tu Ling didn't want to eat, but was picky.

"hot."

"OK, there is chicken soup in the kitchen." It was stewed by Ming Ziqiao for every meal, but it was not his stomach that went into it in the end. Instead, several people were afraid of eating and drinking. Mingyao from her natal family [watching the fun].

"Clement, thank you." Tu Ling raised his voice towards Mingyao's back, "By the way, give my son a bowl too."

Mingyao didn't look back, just hummed with a smile on his face. When he walked into the kitchen, Qiao Zhonglin, who was standing in the stairwell and heard all the conversation downstairs just now, was so angry that he was about to crush the handrail, and the corners of his eyes were even worse. Twitching nonstop!

Is this the proper attitude for pleading guilty?More than two days passed, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the father and son had ulterior motives, especially the third son-in-law was chatting and laughing with the second son and the fourth son, sending them around. My wife forgave me because I came here to eat and drink, and to take the opportunity to practice kneeling skills!

"Daddy, do you want a bowl too?" Mingyao, who was about to drive the father and son downstairs for the nth time, was still four or five steps away. Mingyao, who came out from the kitchen with a plate, stopped in front of the stairs, smiling and looking up. The head is waiting for him.

"Dad asked Annie to cook a pot of chicken soup again. It would be a pity that the old one would go rancid." Mingyao said while putting his nose close to the bowl, making an expression that smelled good.

"...Clement, you don't care about this matter, don't blame me for taking my anger out on you."

Mingyao shrugged, but still held the tray firmly with his hand: "At worst, I won't bring the children back when you're at home."

"You!" The children of Mingyao's family are all carved in pink and jade, like exquisite porcelain dolls, with sweet mouths. There is no one that Qiao's father does not love, especially Akimoto Haru, who has been his favorite in recent years. Not bringing it back for him to see is the ultimate threat.

"Daddy, it's not the first time that close relatives have fallen in love with each other in our family." Because Qiao Zhonglin's face was too dark, Mingyao was afraid that he might have a heart attack, so he discussed in a more serious tone, "You said, no matter with Do you have any blood relationship? As long as the child is recognized by Dad, it is your child. You can’t treat Qiao Qiao’s affairs at a higher level just because you love Qiao Qiao the most, otherwise it will cause Qiao Qiao’s resentment towards you for the rest of your life .”

Seeing that Qiao Zhonglin was only staring at him hard, his chest was heaving violently with anger, and he didn't respond to his words for a while, Mingyao went on to say: "At that time, I still remember how Daddy secretly helped my elder brother and me. Now you You should do the same, it’s only fair.”

"Impossible!" Qiao Zhonglin couldn't help shouting angrily: "I can't bear my Qiaoqiao to be like this all his life, he can't even, even, not have his own children!"

"What's so difficult?" Mingyao smiled, relaxed and at ease: "I can give birth to one for my brother, doesn't Daddy love the one born by me and Akimoto very much? Why don't I have another one for my dear Shall I raise my younger brother?” The author’s words: This is the origin of the Akimoto family’s adoptiveness to Qiao Qiao’s family in the family tree; the child has not yet been named, and Zhan Zhan is still thinking about what to call it...

(9 fresh coins) 102 [Nephew Gong Shushou, the first year] Qiao's father's self-blame

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"Why is that so? It's not like his front is broken!" Papa Qiao was so angry that the sound waves made the chicken soup in the bowl ripple!

"If he chooses someone who can give birth to him, I don't care whether he is male or female, high or low. But choosing Mingrui, this is a dead end! Qiao Qiao is still young, easily deceived by emotions, easy to make fools of himself, as a father If I can’t take care of the children’s lives, then why should I continue to live after I retire? There’s no use for it, wouldn’t it be an old trash wasting food?”

The little grandpa's words were like fists pressing forward every step of the way, and the fists hit the vitals. The pain made Mingrui's knees even more limp as mud, so he had to bend forward with his sore waist, and put his elbows and the top of his head on the ground. Continue to support the kneeling position.

This posture usually does not appear during the day, and Mingrui will do this to show that he is really close to the limit, and he will not kneel for a long time.

"Daddy, picking a wife to live is not a matter of breeding animals. You can come from anywhere. Whether your character is good or not is more important than anything else." Mingyao said it confidently, as if he used his family's Akimoto Akira to breed many times, As if the fact that people can be born to divide people never existed, "I remember a saying, don't spread fertilizer on outsiders' fields, Mingrui is what you saw growing up when you were young, is he good, is he worthy of your baby Qiao Qiao, you I must be clearer than anyone else in my heart, since..."

"Wrong Clement, it's just that the fat and water don't fall into the fields of outsiders!" Tu Ling in the living room had only knelt for more than ten hours, and still had more time to listen to gossip and meddle in other people's business.

"Are you sure?" If the person who corrected him was his third brother, not the unreliable third brother-in-law, Mingyao would not have asked this question.

"Sure, I'm not you, Chinese is my mother tongue!" Tu Ling moved his knees closer to his son, and stretched out his hands to caress Mingrui's back: "Hurry up and bring the chicken soup, my son is about to faint! "

Mingyao's expression straightened when he heard the words, a rare look of worry appeared, and he rushed to Mingrui and squatted down in a few strides.

"Hey, Xiaorui, if you can't kneel anymore, don't force yourself, just lie down and rest for a few hours before kneeling again?"

Mingrui raised his head, his face dripping with cold sweat, his lips were paler than snow, and his voice was as thin as silk: "No... I can still... hold on..."

At this time, Dad Qiao also went down to the junction of the living room and the dining room, turned around and looked straight at the position where the eldest grandson and the third son-in-law were kneeling.

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