Yang Huaming suddenly realized.

He grinned and stood up straight, "Hey, I don't think it's a big deal. What's the reason for this?"

With Yang Huaming's indifferent look and understatement, not to mention Mr. Tan, even Old Yang, who secretly stood by him and supported the man's pursuit of pleasure, was a little unhappy.

"Fourth, don't act like a fool, be more serious!" the old man shouted.

Yang Huaming was even happier. He shook his shoulders and said, "Dad, how am I not serious? I went to see Xiaojuan, so what?"

"She is Tiedan's mother. I will go see her and tell her not to come to Changping Village again from now on."

"Since she has done that kind of thing of drinking with others, when she is old and has no one to care for her until she dies, don't tell people that she has a son!"

Old Yang was stunned, "Ah? You really went there for this? Aren't you..."

Yang Huaming smiled: "Dad, what do you think I am? A good horse never turns back. It was Xiaojuan who disliked me for being poor and didn't want to share hardships with me."

"Would I beg that kind of woman again? Have I, Yang Huaming, never seen a woman? Or am I missing a kneecap?"

Old Yangtou was silent.

At this time, Tan, who had been angry all day and night, suddenly laughed, and his attitude also changed 180 degrees.

"This is a good thing for me to say, like a man!"

Mrs. Tan kicked up her little feet and came to Yang Huaming with a smile. She stood on tiptoes and stretched out her hand towards Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming subconsciously stepped back and raised his arms to protect his face, fearing that Mr. Tan would slap him again.

Tan's hand paused in the air, and he smiled and cursed Yang Huaming: "Look at how useless you are, I won't hit you!"

"But I can't trust my mother!"

Although Yang Huaming said this, he still lowered his hands honestly.

Mrs. Tan took the opportunity to stand on tiptoes and raised her hands to straighten the folds of clothes on his shoulders.

He said to him in a friendly manner: "Yesterday, I heard your mother-in-law come back and cry, saying that you went to find the vixen. She was so angry that she rolled around on the floor, and I was so angry that I sharpened my scissors all night."

"I'm relieved that you came back alone now and didn't bring the vixen with you!"

"What? Scissors? Mom, what do you want to do?"

Yang Huaming's eyes almost popped out of his sockets, he stepped back in horror, and subconsciously clamped his legs.

Old Yang in the wheelchair also had a dark face and quietly lifted up the blanket covering his legs.

Tan glared at Yang Huaming, "Why are you scared? I sharpen the scissors to scratch the vixen's face, so that she won't confuse you again!"

"Oh, that's it." Yang Huaming breathed a sigh of relief again.

Mrs. Tan glanced at Old Yang's head, and then praised Yang Huaming: "You are more promising than your father. You are not like a male dog in heat, following a bitch to lick her butt!"

"Hehe..." Yang Huaming scratched his head and smiled, and quietly glanced at Old Yang's head.

Old Yangtou was choked by Tan's words and coughed.

"Did you see that? He felt guilty when I said I was a vixen. He can only be honest if he hangs the portrait on the wall."

"Are you done with this crazy bitch?"

Old Yangtou coughed and took the time to yell at Mrs. Tan. The old man's face turned the color of pig liver.

"What am I going to say? What else can you do to me?" Mrs. Tan turned around calmly, squinting at Old Yang's head, with a smile on his face, as if he was enjoying his anger and the pain caused by his cough.

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Yang Huazhong and Sun both stood by to persuade Tan to stop talking, but Tan ignored their presence.

Lao Yangtou gasped and waved his hands to Yang Huazhong and the others: "Don't try to persuade her, no one can stop her when she is a mad dog biting people. Let her bite, no matter what, I won't lose even half a piece of flesh!"

Mrs. Tan sneered: "I used to protect your face and was too lazy to talk about your nonsense, but now I know you don't want your face."

"Since you don't want to be old, then old age will help you, you damn old man, I miss you back then..."

"Oh my, I just came in and heard my grandma talking about old scores with me again? I've caught up, I'll listen too."

In such a tense and tense moment, there are still people who can walk into the main room with a smile.

Looking at everyone in the old Yang family, who else could there be other than Yang Ruoqing?

"Fat Ya, you came at the right time. If you are literate, write all this down later and tell it to the storyteller in the teahouse, so that all the villages in the ten miles and eighty miles will know about this old man's scandal!"

Mrs. Tan caught Yang Ruoqing and asked her to bring a pen and paper to take notes.

Yang Ruoqing nodded seriously, "Nai, please speak openly. I don't use pen and paper, I use my brain to memorize. I have a good memory."

"When I get back, I will write it down word by word, print it into a booklet, and send it to storytellers in teahouses and restaurants, so that everyone can have a copy, how about it?"

Mrs. Tan clapped her hands, "Okay, okay, we're going to ruin this old man's reputation and make him lose his dignity as a human being!"

Beside, other people were stunned when they heard the conversation between the two nannies.

As the person involved, Lao Yangtou was even more shocked and angry, his lips trembled and his face turned green.

Both Yang Huazhong and Sun were giving Yang Ruoqing secret looks, but Yang Ruoqing deliberately didn't see it.

Not only that, she also held Tan's arm affectionately and said with a smile: "Mistress, before recording these things, can I ask you a question first?"

Mrs. Tan was in a good mood and was ready to expose Old Yangtou's scandal to the end. She raised her eyebrows and said, "What? Just ask!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mistress, how much have you cared about my father in your whole life?"

"What? What did you say?"

Mrs. Tan cupped her left ear with her hand and pressed it against Yang Ruoqing's mouth.

Yang Ruoqing then leaned against Tan's left ear and shouted loudly: "Mistress, I mean, you like my father, I wonder how much he likes you!"

"You damn fat girl, what are you talking about?"

Mrs. Tan stepped aside as if she was electrocuted, and looked at Yang Ruoqing as if she had seen a ghost.

She asked with her ears closed before because she didn't hear clearly what Yang Ruoqing asked, or maybe she heard it, but she didn't believe she would ask that kind of question, so she wanted to ask for confirmation whether Yang Ruoqing was crazy.

"Do I care about him? Just rest, I won't care about him even if all the men in the world die!" Ms. Tan spat on the ground and stamped her feet, as if this was the only way to increase the credibility of her words.

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Yang Ruoqing still smiled and said calmly: "Miscellaneous, I'm not talking nonsense, because people say that good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and love and hate follow each other."

"There is no such thing as love without reason, and there is no hatred without reason. How deeply a woman hates a man means how deeply she loves him. The two are inseparable..."

"Okay, okay, okay, stop talking!" Tan stamped his feet and moved his hands as if they were equipped with small electric motors.

"What kind of love is this? It sounds harsh, but I'm too old to talk about it!" Tan added.
Chapter completed!