The meaning of what Tan said is a bit vague.

Everyone in the room felt this way, but no one dared to ask.

But Yang Ruoqing, a theatergoer like me, is different. You must ask, otherwise you won’t be able to enjoy the show.

"Milk, what you said, can I ask a few more questions?" she said.

"Ask." Tan said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "What if Xiaojuan also gave birth to a girl?"

Tan said: "Then get out of here, what the fourth bedroom needs most is stinky girl movies!"

Yang Ruoqing added: "If Xiaojuan gives birth to a son, does that mean Xiaojuan can be kept?"

Yang Huaming swallowed, Yang Ruoqing's question touched his heart.

He looked at Tan nervously, waiting for Tan's next words.

Mrs. Tan snorted, "What are you doing here? Being your fourth uncle's little wife?"

"Isn't she already a little wife? She has children." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Even if the child is really a son, if she keeps the child, get out of here!" Ms. Tan corrected her.

"It's my daughter, so get out of here together!"

"In the backyard of our old Yang family, we have one husband and one wife, and we don't have the habit of raising a little wife. This precedent cannot be started. If it is done, it will be a bad thing!" said Tan.

The men in the room, except Lao Yangtou who was smoking a dry cigarette silently, all looked at each other in confusion.

Tan's words were obviously meant for everyone to hear.

However, except for Yang Huaming, who has that restless mind, none of the men in this room should have any.

Here, Yang Ruoqing took over the conversation again, "Nai, let me ask you another question..."

"Fat girl, why are you doing so many things today and asking endless questions!" Mrs. Tan became impatient and frowned.

Yang Ruoqing laughed.

This little old lady is quite funny sometimes. When she is in a good mood, she is called Qing'er, Qing girl.

When she feels unhappy, she calls her fat.

"Boy, I'm not even close to being fat now, okay?" she said with a smile.

"I just want to ask you, Xiaojuan won't give birth until the Chinese New Year in April."

"Then where has she lived in the past four months?" she asked.

Before Tan could say anything, Yang Huaming, who was kneeling on the ground, spoke up first.

"There's no need to ask this question. That bitch and poisonous woman Liu dared to drug your breasts when I wasn't at home."

"It must be divorced. I will drive her away right away to make room for Xiaojuan!"

After Yang Huaming finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to go out, but was stopped by Mr. Tan.

"Why are you so anxious? Do you have the right to call the shots in this family? My cow's tail can't cover the cow's butt, so just kneel down and go back!"

When Mrs. Tan shouted angrily, Yang Huaming was immediately frightened and knelt down obediently while smiling.

Mrs. Tan continued: "Originally, I planned to drive Mrs. Liu away now. I can't tolerate such a vicious woman who is sneaking around."

"But you guys just came back today, and I kicked Mrs. Liu away. In the eyes of others, our original rationality has become unreasonable. Old man, what do you think?" Ms. Tan asked Old Yang.

It was only at this moment that Old Yangtou pulled the tobacco stick out of his mouth.

"I have the same concerns as you about this matter. No matter how bad Ms. Liu is, she will still be the wife of the fourth child."

"It is our old Yang family who worshiped heaven and earth and sued our ancestors' real daughter-in-law."

"If the fourth child and the others hadn't come back, they could still have divorced in a serious manner based on what happened before. Now that the situation has changed, we have to be cautious, hey!"

When Old Yangtou said this, he let out a long sigh and put the dry tobacco stick back into his mouth again.

Tan said: "After thinking about it, Mrs. Liu will definitely divorce, but not today. Wait for two more days..."

"Dad, it's not good..."

Before Tan could finish her words, she was interrupted by Ju'er's exclamation outside the house.

The boss of the Tan family was unhappy, "Did you call me a dead girl, or is there a ghost chasing you from behind?"

Ju'er was still in shock and gasped: "Is there really a ghost, or a hanged ghost? My mother hanged herself, her tongue is all down here!"

"What?" Yang Huaming was so shocked that he quickly stood up from the ground and rushed to the door.

Thinking of something, my steps suddenly stopped.

"Whatever she wants, just die if you love her. Death is retribution, I don't care!" He stepped back.

At the Eight Immortals Table, Old Yangtou's expression also changed. He pulled out the tobacco stick again and inserted it into his lower back.

"Quick, quick, save people!" the old man ordered, getting up and heading towards the door.

Yang Huazhong and others all rushed towards the door of the house. Yang Ruoqing directly took Ju'er's hand and comforted the shocked Ju'er.

"Come on, let's go over and take a look!"

The group of people rushed to the door of the West House as quickly as possible and found that the door was bolted from the inside.

Ju'er just peeked inside through the broken window.

Yang Huazhong kicked the door open and rushed in.

Ju'er didn't dare to go in, so she, San Yatou and Kang Xiaozi were crying at the door.

Yang Ruoqing went in and saw Mrs. Liu hanging under the beam in front of the bed.

The tool for hanging should be her waistband, which was tied in a loop.

Judging from the scene, the person should have stepped on the edge of the bed first, then stretched his head forward into the condom, and then started to ripple.

When everyone came in, just as Ju'er said, their eyes were so wide open that bloodshot eyes filled their eyes, and their tongues stuck out like a dog's tongue.

It turns out that Mrs. Liu's tongue can be so long when it really sticks out. No wonder people call those talkative women who spread rumors everywhere called langoushu.

This tongue is really not short.

These strange thoughts flashed through her mind, and Yang Ruoqing immediately followed Yang Huazhong and rushed to the bed.

Yang Huazhong was already there hugging Mrs. Liu's legs and preparing to put Mrs. Liu down.

I don't know whether it was because Yang Huazhong's hands and feet were in a panic, or because the angle and position were inconvenient for him to exert force. After hugging him several times, he could not lift Ms. Liu down high.

Yang Huazhong became anxious and quickly shouted to Yang Huaming and the others.

"Fourth brother, come here quickly and lend a hand to put the person down first." Yang Huazhong said urgently.

Yang Huaming stepped back, his face full of horror.

Brothers Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongzhi also stood there, trembling all over.

As for Yang Yongqing, he didn't dare to enter the house at all and stood at the window to peek.

Old Yang was a little annoyed and pushed Yang Yongxian and Yang Huaming away, "Why are you so timid when life is at stake? You are not like a man!"

Lao Yang rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. Just as he was about to lend a hand, Liu suddenly fell down.

"Oh, it's a fake corpse!" Yang Huaming howled. He was so frightened that he quickly left the house and stood trembling in the yard.

"Idiot!" Old Yang pointed to the half-section of his trouser belt hanging on the beam, turned around and scolded Ms. Liu.

When everyone took a look, it turned out that it was Yang Ruoqing who raised her hand and threw a pair of scissors, and cut off the waistband of her pants.
Chapter completed!