just stick to you

Yang Chunshui, few people know that since he was a child, he took the initiative to learn acupoints from his servants to learn massage, and learned basic Chinese pharmacology, decocting herbs, and making medicinal food, just because his biological father Ming Xingyang's health condition has always been poor.

"There are many countries that emulate the US judicial system, right?"

"..."

"Even legal judgments are invoked, and although the national conditions are different, they are still regarded as precedents..."

"Stop beating around the bush. If you want to say something, say it quickly."

"Well, since Daddy has made it clear, I won't talk nonsense." Mingning's tone was as relaxed as talking about the weather, and the content of his mouth was as serious as a grenade with a safety catch pulled, "I personally think that we Mingfeng and I should set an example, you and dad should follow the example for Mingziqiao and Mingrui to show fairness."

The stiff shoulders were relaxed for less than three to five minutes, and then they became stiff again: "Their situation is different from yours, and they cannot be compared!"

"What's the difference?" Minning's voice and expression made him completely confused.

"Because this time, I have an absolute position to interfere!" Dad Qiao twisted his shoulders to keep Minning's hands from resting on him.

"Daddy's words mean that you treat Mingfeng and me as outsiders?"

Mingning didn't press the button at all, and walked up to Father Qiao to meet his eyes, with an obviously hurt expression on his face.

"Didn't you say it? Dad's child is your child. You didn't treat me as your son-in-law. I can forget it, but what about Mingfeng? Isn't he also your child like Qiao Qiao? Why did you meet In a similar incident, you want to make the difference so obvious?!" The writer said:

(14 fresh coins) 108 [Nephew Gong Shushou, first year] Communication ([-]) + Acting

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Mingzhen bowed his head and closed his eyes, not daring to look at Papa Qiao's face any more.Ming Ning has just started the show, and his heart already feels unbearable. He hasn't decided whether to cooperate with the tactics on Ming Ning's short sign.

No matter whether Tu Ling could bear it or not, as long as he thought of his two fathers being the same generation as Qiao Pinggao, Ming Zhen would feel blurred eyes and floating feet, even if it was only for a second, he would not stay in this ward for longer.

A dry and cool hand touched the back of his hand, Mingzhen opened his eyes to look, only to find that Ming's father took his left hand, spread his fist, and asked about the wound on his index finger with his eyes.

"When I was cutting vegetables, I accidentally scratched it." Mingzhen explained softly, seeing that Ming's father took off the wound sticker and looked at the white incision, which had been glued again.

"When you hold a knife in your hand, you should focus on nothing else." While talking, he took out several waterproof and breathable jumpers from his pocket, and Ming's father tore one off and gave Mingzhen a replacement.

"Dad...why do you carry this with you?"

Ming's father hummed, and carefully pasted it evenly, before slowly responding: "Your father's fingers were burned by the cigarette, it wasn't me."

Only then did Ming Zhen raise his eyes to look at Papa Qiao, and it was no surprise to see Mingning kneeling on both knees, kowtowing to Papa Qiao who was so angry.

"Daddy, the Chinese don't say thank you for their great kindness. I've probably been like this for the rest of my life. I can't thank you for your help in any real way. Although your starting point is not to agree, it should be because you are afraid that Dad will be punished by me and Mingfeng. It’s annoying, but I still thank you.”

"What are you talking about? Stop knocking, get up!" Even though he is the father's generation, Qiao's father still feels quite uncomfortable receiving this big gift for no reason, thinking that I will not live long enough and will not travel far, let alone something is going to happen , you have nothing to do with such a great gift, and such a farewell look in your eyes, is it a blessing or a curse to me?

"Thank you for not being Sheng Mingfeng's father, otherwise I would be the same as Mingrui." Knocked a third time, and there were four, five, and six.

"Ming Ning!" Father Qiao seldom officially called [the eldest daughter-in-law] by his Chinese name. He glared at Ming Feng, "You don't care if he is so angry at me?"

Ming Feng still had a dull face, his eyes were dark, and he didn't even change his standing posture: "He said before he came, if I don't agree with him, we will divorce when I go back."

Then, just, just!Father Qiao held back his breath and looked away, not letting Mingfeng and Mingning see what was on his mind, he just snorted heavily!

After Ming Ning knocked nine times, he no longer paid any attention to Papa Qiao and turned around to face Papa Ming instead: "Father, isn't Daddy's attitude also yours?"

Ming's father was still holding Mingzhen's left hand, turned his head to look at Mingning, and stared fixedly at Mingning.

"Once the decision is made, I will follow it. I don't like to regret it." Ming's father's concept is that if something has passed, let it really pass. Regret is useless, and hatred is even more meaningless. It is better to cherish the present and look to the future.

What's more, it's not too late to make amends. As long as both parties involved are willing to work hard, many relationships can be turned around.Even if it can't be restored, it can usually reach a balance point, for example——

His past with Joe's father.

If you care about so much, it would be very difficult for Joe and him to have the common home we have today.

And the old man Ming Ziqiao, who made them both sad, couldn't be allowed to be born into this world from the very beginning.

"Then, Mingrui and Qiaoqiao are like this now, how does dad want to decide?" Feeling that Mingfeng's hand was on his shoulder, without pushing or pulling, it was just resting, Mingning reached out and pressed the back of Mingfeng's palm with the palm of his hand.

Ming's father looked down at Mingzhen's palms, as if he was studying palmistry, his eyes moved with each palm line.

"Ah Zhen, tell me what you think."

Ming's father felt that the third son's hands were slightly stiff, and then relaxed a little.

It's just that holding the hand in his hand is not as comfortable as when he put the band-aid on him just now.

"...Dad, Daddy." Mingzhen's palms began to sweat, and he forced himself to calm down and meet his parents' eyes.

"From the perspective of Third Brother Qiao Qiao, I agree with your decision to isolate Ming Rui." After saying this, Ming Zhen also knelt down in front of Ming Dad.

"From Mingrui's father's point of view, I ask you to accommodate me and let him see Qiaoqiao once."

The hand turned in Ming's father's hand, Mingzhen lowered his head and looked at his knees, he could feel the aura of his father pressing the back of his hand with his thumb, which was many times stronger than the actual force.

"Ah Zhen, have you thought it through?" Ming's father glanced at Qiao's father, and the angry old fox dispelled the idea of ​​stopping him because of his husband's glance, and continued to express his disapproval with clear body language.

"...Mingrui said, this is the last time."

Ming's father let go of Mingzhen's hand, and his eyes followed the gray hair in the hair swirl, all the way to the sideburns.

"He swore to me that he would never see Jojo again."

Is it genetics, or stress?The third son is only in his thirties, yet he has the need to dye his hair?Ming's father couldn't help but stretch out his hand to brush Mingzhen's hair, looking at it one by one.

"...Okay. Just once. After seeing this, let him go back to Australia. I hope he will always remember the promise he made with his own mouth."

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On the morning of the second day after Mingzhen arrived, Mingrui sat in a wheelchair and met Mingziqiao smoothly.

Ming Ziqiao, who woke up in the middle of the night and was told that he could meet Mingrui, looked haggard, but his eyes were shining with a dim light, and his expression was sickly.

From the moment he heard it, he couldn't fall asleep. Although he didn't ask, both Ming's father and Qiao's father could see that the younger brother was looking forward to the moment when they met.

It wasn't until Mingrui came into his eyes that he let the glint in his eyes turn into tears, which flowed from one eye to the other eye, and then flowed from the end of the eyes into the snow-white pillow cover.

"Ming Ziqiao." Mingrui's eyes were dry, hot and sore, his little wife borrowed all of his.

"Why don't you eat?"

(Ask knowingly.) Ming Ziqiao's voice is weak, and he can't hear what he said, regardless of the shape of his mouth.

"You always use this trick, not creative."

Ming Ziqiao rolled his eyes, meaning I will use this trick, how about it?Haven't you achieved your goal yet?

Mingrui smiled, the lines on his pale lips were stretched open, revealing bright red clefts.Ming Ziqiao saw it, her eyes showed reluctance, she tremblingly raised her hand and waved her fingers, signaling Mingrui to come closer.

"Ming Ziqiao, I'm here to say goodbye. I'm... going back to Australia." Mingrui also wanted to get closer, but his grandparents and his parents were all there, so he couldn't help himself.

Ming Ziqiao lowered the corners of her mouth, the tears fell more urgently, her nose turned red from crying.

"You have to live well, don't let everyone worry about you and feel sad for you."

(Don't!) This sound is no longer breathy, hoarse and broken, just like the current mood of the speaker.

"Ming Ziqiao, do you remember what you said to me? That time in the motel? I have promised my daddy, I, no, will, see you again." Filtering out the word [active], on the one hand Fearing that the four elders present could hear the clues, Mingrui believed in the tacit understanding between Ming Ziqiao and him, "Bless you, when you grow up, everything goes well and your wishes come true."

Hearing the motel, Joe's father couldn't be quiet anymore, he cursed several times without opening his mouth, but Mingzhen couldn't hear a word clearly, but Tu Ling guessed a few words, and his frown showed his unhappiness.

Cut, scold all kinds of nonsense, my son is a son of a bitch, so who are you a son of a bitch?According to this principle, should I call you dog father-in-law, my son calls you dog master, I am a dog husband, and our family is a dog?

Ming Ziqiao blinked away tears and looked into Mingrui's eyes. With a tacit understanding, he thought he knew what Mingrui was asking.

"Don't always think that I don't understand when I'm young. Being with fifth-degree relatives may be difficult for others, but for you and me, there are many loopholes to exploit. We just need to be careful when dealing with family members, etc. We're all adults, and things just come to life. 』

(Okay...) Ming Ziqiao sniffed, thought for a while, and then put on airs and said: (Are you really