Bingbing's eyes were so angry that his eyes were red, and his hand holding up the little horse was trembling: "You abandoned woman that no one wants, you, if you curse again, I will really beat you!"

"Just scold me. I'm afraid of you. You are shameless. You stick to Luo Baobao's back like a dog's tail every day. What are your intentions? Do you think I don't know? Just take a piss and look at yourself. I am.

Miss General..."

"Huahua shut up!" Ping'er finally shouted.

Bingbing howled and threw the little horse in his hand.

"Don't……"

Ping'er's face changed drastically and she used her body to protect Huahua.

The small wooden stick hit Ping'er's back, and Ping'er's face turned pale in pain. The small wooden stick fell to the ground, and Ping'er bent down while holding on to the edge of the bed, sucking in the cold air.

Bingbing was stunned.

He moved his feet, raised his hand and wanted to go forward to help her. When his hand was about to touch Ping'er's shoulder, Bingbing suddenly retracted it, stepped back, and roared angrily: "I didn't mean to hit you, it was you.

You asked for it on your own, it’s none of my business, it’s none of my business!”

Bingbing didn't want any more papers, threw up his hands and ran out of the house and out of the yard.

Ping'er held on to her lower back and chased after him. When she reached the door of the hall, she couldn't run anymore. She hunched her back and held on to the door frame, panting.

The little girl was so frightened that she cried loudly.

Huahua was also dumbfounded. She sat there blankly, looking at the little horse on the ground, as if she had lost her soul.

Bingbing ran back to the rapeseed field in one breath.

Zhou Sheng was still busy in the fields. When he saw Bingbing coming, Zhou Sheng put down the sickle in his hand and stood up. When he saw Bingbing coming back empty-handed, Zhou Sheng was a little confused: "Where is the lunch I asked you to bring?"

Bingbing hesitated, "I'll be back before she's ready."

Zhou Sheng frowned, "How many times have I told you? She's not hers. Forget it if you don't call her mother, at least call her aunt. If I hear you call her that again, I won't tell you.

polite!"

Before, Bingbing would definitely argue with Zhou Sheng, but now he felt guilty, lowered his head, picked up the sickle, and went to the ground to cut rapeseeds.

Zhou Sheng didn't say much, he bent down and continued working.

After a while, Ping'er's voice came from the ground.

"Zhou Sheng, Bingbing, it's time for lunch."

Zhou Sheng put down his sickle and walked to the ridge. Before leaving, he greeted Bingbing.

"It's time to eat, boy."

"oh."

Bingbing responded absently, turned around and glanced secretly at Ping'er.

Then he saw Ping'er standing on the ridge of the ground, holding a basket in her arms, looking at the father and son in the field with a smile.

His face looked as usual, nothing strange at all.

"Go and wash your hands before eating," she reminded Zhou Sheng.

Zhou Sheng immediately squatted by the ditch and washed his hands. At this time, Ping'er had already put the basket on the ground and took out the dishes and chopsticks from it.

"Hey, do you want to eat rolls today? Are these scrambled eggs?" Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up when he saw the food in the bowl.

Ping'er took out the things and said with a smile: "We are brave enough to bring the bird eggs back. I cooked a few toothpastes for the three siblings, and fried the rest for you to make rolls with."

"Okay, very good." Zhou Sheng took a paper and chewed it.

Ping'er waved to Bingbing: "Bingbing, come and eat first."

Bingbing came over slowly.

From taking the papers and chopsticks to taking the hot tea brought by Ping'er, Bingbing didn't dare to look up at her.
Chapter completed!