Yueyao turned her eyes, and did not believe in these words of Ye Fan at all.

"I didn't lie to you."

"You have been to my hometown that year."

"My mother's little guy, you should have seen it too."

Ye Fan smiled bitterly.

However, one thing is actually very puzzled.

That is, this little guy is too much like yourself.

So that when I saw it at first glance, Ye Fan once thought that this little guy was his own son.

After asking Han Lao, I did not figure out the situation.

"It's a bit impressive." Yueyao nodded.

Between speaking, the two have returned to the house.

Ye Fan, because of limited funds and covered people's eyes, they rented old houses in Linzhou to live.

"Xiao Fan, Sister Yao'er, you are so slow."

"I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Hurry up, my mother has been cooking long ago, just waiting for you."

"I'm starving to death."

Hutong, there is a seven or eight -year -old girl, with two cute sheep -horn braids, standing there.

Finally saw Ye Fan and Yueyao, this little girl was happy, and immediately ran over.

While complaining at Ye Fan, they pulled them to run into the house.

The little guy's stomach was so hungry.

"Sugar, tell your mother in the future, don't wait for us, you eat first, just leave us some."

Ye Fan rubbed the young girl's round head.

The little girl carved by the pink is the daughter of the landlord, sugar.

Ye Fan is renting her house.

Here are the kinds of courtyards with many rooms. Almost every family has a few empty houses idle, often renting outside.

A room of two or three hundred yuan a month is extremely cheap.

Ye Fan has lived here for nearly half a month, and they are already familiar with each other.

"Wow, so fragrant?"

"Is the dumplings of the bag?"

Before entering the door, Ye Fan already felt the aroma.

Later, this Ye Fan was like a child, running faster than sugar, rushing into the dining table.

"Oh, you, this Mao boy, is you washing your hands?"

"Go and go back to wash your hands!"

"Sugar sugar is broken by your Mao boy!"

Ye Fan was about to reach out to grab the dumplings, and was knocked back by a chopstick.

At this time, a simple middle -aged woman dressed at Ye Fan with a disgusting look.

She is the hostess of this courtyard house, Yue Yingchun.

Being her, his husband, Hu Yipeng.

However, when Hu Yipeng had an accident when the building was working a few years ago, there was no consciousness in the lower body.

For the rest of my life, I can only spend it in a wheelchair.

Fortunately, by the ancestral shade, there is an old house in the urban area of ​​Linzhou, which is worth a lot of money.

Save saving money on weekdays, and then rely on Yue Yingchun to do some zero workers, life is also able to live.

"Ha ha.."

"Yingchun, don't blame Xiaofan."

"When I was tired for a day, wasn't that the same?"

Hu Yipeng laughed.

He likes this kind of excitement, it looks very angry.

"That's not okay!"

"It's not bad for being hungry again."

"It is still worrying, knowing cleanly, people like it."

"Such a good girl, it is a pity to marry others in the future." Yue Yingchun also watched Yueyao, the more happy, the more happy. It is a pity to think of such a good girl in the future. It is a pity.

"Hahaha..."

"Aunt Yue, it's easy to do."

"You work hard with Uncle Hu, regenerate a big fat boy."

"At that time, I will be the master and set a doll for my sister and your family." Ye Fan suggested.

"Good idea!" Hu Yipeng's old eyes were bright, and it was a shot with Ye Fan.

"Go and go, go and go, the two unruly guys ..." Yue Yingchun patted Hu Yipeng gently, it seemed a little embarrassed.

"Xiao Fan, what to do, your Aunt Yue seems to be unwilling?"

"Hahaha..."

Under the light, the laughter of the full hall.

That warm scene makes people feel that this people are beautiful.
Chapter completed!