'Klass Yang' felt Yang Huazhou's entanglement and fear, so he raised his head and squinted his eyes, grinning at Yang Huazhou, revealing his big yellow teeth that had been stained by dry smoke all year round.

In some places, there were lumps of dental calculus, just like stalactites, which made Yang Huazhou not only angry, but also disgusted.

He works in a restaurant and has strict control over the ingredients. Every dish served to the guests must be specially instructed not to contain even a hair on it.

At this moment, he faced Old Yangtou and really... lost!

Yang Huazhou covered his mouth and turned around, running to the corner like a gust of wind and retching.

Hearing his deafening retching sound, Old Yangtou actually frowned in disgust.

"She's vomiting like this, and she looks like a bitch who's in a state of shame. It's not what she looks like!"

When Yang Huazhou heard this, he was so angry that he wanted to vomit his heart, liver, and lungs.

Over at the table, Yang Huazhong banged the table hard and said to Old Yang, "Dad, you are over seventy years old after all. The loess is buried up to your neck. Why are you still so troublesome?"

"This won't work. The woman in the house must be sent away tonight. She can't stay for a moment longer!"

Old Yangtou, who had always been calm and composed before, now looked gloomy. He raised his hand and hit Yang Huazhong on the back of his hand with the dry tobacco pole.

It was probably a knock on the bone. After a crisp "ding-dong" sound, Yang Huazhong retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted and gasped in pain.

"Third uncle, how are you?"

Yang Yongjin rushed to Yang Huazhong and helped him check his smashed finger.

Yang Huazhong put his hands behind his back and shook his head, "It's okay."

Fortunately, the blood on his face had completely faded.

Yang Yongqing rushed forward to overturn Old Yangtou's wheelchair, but was stopped by Little Old Yangtou and Old Jiangtou.

"Young boy, you can't do it, you can't do it!"

Yang Huazhong also gritted his teeth and scolded Yang Yongqing: "Come back!"

Yang Yongqing was so angry that he turned back and kicked the closed door of the west room hard, cursing all kinds of nasty words.

When Old Yang saw this, he scolded Yang Yongqing and threw the dry tobacco pole in his hand.

The sound this time was louder than the previous blow to Yang Huazhong, and the force was obviously heavier. The metal at the bottom of the dry tobacco pole hit the back of Yang Yongqing's head, causing him to almost faint with stars in his eyes.

Little Old Yangtou and Old Jiangtou hurried over and condemned Old Yangtou: "Just say what you say, why do you do anything?"

Lao Jiangtou also said with a dark face: "The children will let you, don't push yourself too far!"

Little old Yangtou was afraid that the unscrupulous Yang Yongqing would do something wrong, so he and old Jiangtou split up, leaving old Jiangtou to continue to persuade old Yangtou, while little old Yangtou rushed over and dragged Yang Yongqing out of the house, Yang Yongqing then

Roaring in the yard, like a vicious Rottweiler on a leash and muzzled.

In the west room, the woman named "Yunya" originally put her ear to the back of the door to listen to the noise in the hall outside.

Yang Yongqing's previous kick was so violent that the door almost fell down, and the woman was so frightened that she ran back to the bed and hid.

In the main room, Old Yangtou was already pushing his wheelchair towards the west door.

"Don't be afraid, Yunya. I'm here. As long as I have breath, no one in this room will dare to touch a hair on your head!"

Old Jiang's head was as big as two heads, and he stamped his feet angrily, "Brother, why are you like this? You said you..."

A figure came over. She picked up the cigarette stick that Old Yang had dropped at his feet, and then broke the cigarette stick into two pieces in full view of everyone.

"Young girl Qing, you broke my dry tobacco pole, you, you are doing something wrong!"

Old Yang was so angry that he slapped the armrest of his wheelchair hard, and all the blood rushed to his face.

Lao Jiangtou hurriedly advised: "It's just a dry tobacco pole. At worst, I can just buy another one later..."

"You know nothing, Old Jiang!" Old Yang shouted at Old Jiangtou, spraying spittle all over Old Jiangtou's face.

"Buy one? It's easy!"

"This and the cigarette stick were given to me by Yunya. She spent all her personal money to buy me the cigarette stick when the autumn breeze was cool last time. It is the first dry cigarette stick after autumn. That kind of friendship, friendship... you

This old widower knows nothing!"

Old Jiangtou, who was wiping spittle on his face, was shaken all over.

He lowered his hands and looked at Lao Yangtou in disbelief: "What did you call me? Did you call me Old Widower? You, can you try calling me another one?"

Old Yang was stunned for a moment, obviously seeing that his old friend was serious.

When the Jiang family's younger siblings were still alive, Old Jiangtou obeyed her. Even after his death, he never renewed his relationship for so many years. He was really an honest man who didn't know how to enjoy things.

Being an honest man, Old Yangtou didn't want to make any more enemies for himself at this time, so he kept silent, turned around and wanted to continue to be angry at Yang Ruoqing.

However, Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and patted the door of the west room: "Inside, open the door."

"Girl Qing, what are you going to do?" Old Yangtou became nervous again, pushing the wheelchair closer to Yang Ruoqing, trying to pull her away.

Yang Ruoqing made up her mind to stand where she was. Not to mention an old Yangtou in a wheelchair, even ten "Klass Yangs" who could stand up could not push her away.

"Open the door. If you don't open the door, I'll kick you!" she yelled again.

In the west room, there was a rustling sound, as if someone was slowly coming over.

Old Yangtou quickly shouted inside: "Yunya, don't open the door. This damn girl is a lunatic. Don't be afraid. I'm here, and I'm blocking her!"

block?

Just you?

Yang Ruoqing raised her leg and kicked it.

There was a loud bang, accompanied by the miserable scream of the woman in the house, and the door fell down.

"You damn girl!"

Old Yangtou really gritted his teeth at Yang Ruoqing and wished he could kill her.

But at that moment, he didn't care about killing Yang Ruoqing, because he had already pushed the wheelchair under him desperately towards the west room, howling like a roaring horse as he rushed: "Yunya, Yunya, where are you? I'm here to save you.

Got it!"

"Master!"

A woman hurriedly ran out from behind the bed. Even though Yang Ruoqing had good eyesight, he didn't see the woman's face clearly. He only saw a flowery figure rushing towards Old Yang's head, kneeling in front of him and burying her head in his thigh.

superior.

Judging from the body shape, this woman should be about the same height as Tan, and she is just as thin.

However, her hair was black and shiny, and her clothes were bright, but they were all flowers anyway, and there was a smell of low-quality rouge and gouache.

She didn't dare to raise her head at all, wishing she could hide her head under Lao Yangtou's crotch. She held on to Lao Yangtou's clothes with both hands, and wore a string of pink pearl bracelets on each of her exposed wrists.

, and on the other side is a silver bracelet.

She was dressed like a retired madam, which made Yang Ruoqing feel irritated.
Chapter completed!