little ancestors in modern times

Hearing the old man's shout, Yan Jiabao's hanging heart finally fell, as long as the ancestor is still there.

He poked his head in to see what he didn't really see just now, what his ancestor looked like, and whispered: "Ancestor, you are too good. When I become the head of the family, I will burn more for you every year when I worship." Light incense money".

Mr. Yan doesn't believe that the chair over there is his ancestor - a ghost!

No matter who it is, they will not be forgiven if they play tricks in the ancestral hall of his Yan family.

She waved her hand to the daughter-in-law on the right back, Yan's mother immediately understood, walked to the right back, and pressed the light switch in the house.

With a snap, the room brightened up.

And the ancestors that Yan Jiabao talked about entered the Yan family's eyes completely.

"Immortal!" Yan Jiabao stared obsessively, and subconsciously exclaimed in his mouth, he couldn't find any words to modify the man in front of him, to be honest, if he was No. [-], he would definitely be fascinated .

The best shou, it should be said that the best male god, can be attacked and accepted.If gods don't dislike male-male love, he wants to empathize with each other. Really, really, Yan Jiabao feels that his heart is about to jump out of his throat at this moment.

Mrs. Yan, who is over half a hundred years old, was also amazed by the exiled man sitting on the chair, not to mention the middle-aged mother Yan.

The other three people in the room were all nympho, especially the eyes of his wife's eyes were so irritating to Mr. Yan, he raised his hand and knocked Yan Jiabao's head forcefully, "Don't look at it, look at it again, look at it again, Ha Lazi will stay." .

Yan Jiabao gasped in pain, wiped the corners of his mouth, only did he know that he was being fooled by the old man.

I don't know if they made too much noise and disturbed the gods. The gods' eyelids, which were originally closed, twitched and slowly opened.

Subconsciously, everyone held their breath, including Mr. Yan who was still immune to the beauty of men just now.

"Wow, the ancestor is so cute, like an elf who has fallen into the mortal world." Yan Jiabao had already forgotten that he was so frightened that he rolled and crawled out just now, with pink bubbles in his eyes.

But he is pure appreciation, how can he do such a thing as empathy.

Yan Jiabao's words also expressed Yan's mother's heartfelt feelings. Mrs. Yan also realized that she had lost her composure just now, how old she was, what kind of things she had never seen before, at best she was skinny, so this time she was much calmer.

Mr. Yan stared at the shameful Yan Jiabao, and when he saw people open their eyes to look at them, he asked, "Who are you? What are you doing at my Yan's ancestral hall at night?"

The person sitting on the chair should have just gotten used to the light, and his eyes were still a little confused, as if he heard Mr. Yan's question, but also seemed not to hear it.

"This is the actor of that crew, he looks handsome and pretty, but I don't know what his name is?"

Yan's mother has a hobby of chasing all kinds of youth dramas, idol dramas, and brain-dead dramas. She made a silent decision in her heart, and she is a fan of this little fresh meat.

Mrs. Yan stared at the man for a while, and the more she looked, the more frightened she became, and she denied: "It should not be an actor of the crew. Nothing on this man's clothes is ordinary, and it is an exaggeration to say that everything is priceless."

Mrs. Yan is a descendant of the ancient royal family, let alone other skills, her eyesight for treasures is very vicious.

"Ancestor, it is definitely the ancestor of our Yan family who has manifested himself." Yan Jiabao said at the right time, still sticking to his theory of ancestors.

After getting a tiger's eye from Mr. Yan, he still argued unconvinced: "The ancestor appeared here out of thin air after a white light in the sky. At that time, the doors and windows were closed. It wasn't the ancestor's manifestation!"

The man on the chair frowned uncomfortably, listened to the conversation in his ear, and asked in his heart: Who am I!