In the era, I was finally born after my mother read my mind.

Rong Bao looked at Rong Yongkang fiercely. At this time, he was still thinking about women?

She really didn't want to deal with this idiot anymore.

Pushing away Rong Yongkang, who was still eloquent, he ran out.

Sun Hongfen saw something was wrong with Rong Bao and wanted to chase him.

But Rong Yongkang grabbed him: "Look at the good daughter you raised, how rude to her father."

"Is this what you taught me? I'm lucky enough to work hard outside to support my family. When I come back, I won't get a single word of kindness, and I have to look at the face of a little girl. Who gave her the courage?"

"You're at home all day and night, doing nothing. You can't even teach a child well. What's the use of you?"

Sun Hongfen was accused of being so angry that she asked her daughter to help seduce women. Is this human talk?

He still had the nerve to complain, saying that he worked hard to support his family.

Where's the face?

Unable to control his temper, He Rong Yongkang choked.

Widow Liu in the yard looked at the couple in the house with mocking eyes.

He turned around and followed Rong Bao, watching Rong Bao enter the Ye family's old house.

Widow Liu's eyes flashed, her face full of contemplation.

The old house of the Ye family.

Zheng Juan looked at Rong Bao with a sullen face.

"I thought that with the cleverness with which you wrote to me, you could tell my attitude from my reaction."

Zheng Juan was very unhappy when she came to her door for no reason.

She hates it when someone does something against her will.

Rong Bao pursed his lips, a little angry.

It was obviously her fault, but she was aloof and self-righteous and wanted to stay out of it.

He is full of aloofness, but his inside has long been dark, so he is pretending.

"I thought that with your intelligence, you could understand that we are in the same boat."

“Every success is a blessing, a loss is a loss.”

Zheng Juan said in a mocking tone: "The little girl has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth."

"You know a lot at a young age."

"How did you know about this? How did you know how to write to me and find me?"

"Is there someone behind it, or is it an autonomous act?"

"They say that the money-losing guy from Ye Zhoushan's family is a monster. In my opinion, you really look like a monster."

Rong Bao's heartbeat was beating fast, and he tried hard to keep his face calm.

"This is feudal superstition. I'm just smarter than the average child."

Zheng Juan snorted and laughed at Rongbao Wangpo for selling melons. She was too self-righteous.

clever?

Smart children don't live long, and steel breaks easily.

Rong Bao suppressed the anger in his heart and said word by word: "Rong Yongyue came to the People's Livelihood Brigade and moved into Ye Zhoushan's house. You don't know, right?"

Zheng Juan was stunned for a second before she remembered who Rong Yongyue was.

His face suddenly turned ugly.

She heard today that someone was staying at Ye Zhoushan's house, but she didn't care.

Is it actually the Rong family?

Rong Bao felt better after seeing Zheng Juan's change of expression.

"You should know how much Ye Zhoushan looks like my father, right?"

"Tell me, does Rong Yongyue suspect anything?"

"Or, have they already suspected and confirmed something?"

Zheng Juan looked at Rong Bao dangerously: "What do you want to do?"

"If you can't hide things, you can't hide them. What can I do?"

"Kill and silence?"

Rong Bao was silent, she didn't know what to do.

I was just shocked, scared and worried for a moment, so I ran over without thinking.

She wanted to kill someone and silence them, but she couldn't do it.

The two fell into silence.

Early the next morning, Rongbao happily ran to Ye Zhoushan's house.

After knocking on the door of Ye's house, it was Lan Qingshuang who opened the door.

Rong Bao showed a sweet smile: "Hello, aunt, my dad said he seemed to see aunt coming yesterday." "But I didn't see clearly, so I'm not sure. He had to go to work again and didn't have time to come over to confirm, so he asked me to come and see look."

"Auntie, is your sister who moved in yesterday at home?"

Lan Qingshuang knew about Rong Bao and knew that she was a member of the educated youth family.

I have encountered it several times on the road before.

But every time the child saw her, he ignored her, and even snorted coldly, as if the child had some serious illness.

Lan Qingshuang didn't care, she was a stranger anyway, and she didn't want to argue with a child.

But the child suddenly greeted her with a smile, and she was still a little uncomfortable with it.

"There's a lesbian staying here. I'm not sure if she's your aunt."

Sure, after all, last night, the four of them chatted until the early hours of the morning, knowing everything they should and shouldn't know.

Rong Bao's eyes flashed slightly. Did they guess wrong? Rong Yongyue didn't know about the package swap, so it was a pure coincidence that he lived in Ye Zhoushan's house?

"Auntie, can I go in and wait?"

"I haven't seen my aunt for a long time. I miss my aunt very much."

Lan Qingshuang did not embarrass a child and let her enter the house.

"Come to the main room, it's hot outside."

"Thank you, aunt." Rongbao was very well-behaved and sweet-tongued.

But for some reason, Lan Qingshuang always felt weird, couldn't like her, and wanted to stay far away for no reason.

As Rong Yongyue said, the simplicity, cuteness, and well-behavedness of all children would feel inconsistent with her.

"You're welcome. I've cooked mung bean soup at home. I'll bring you a bowl to cool down."

Rong Bao smiled and said thank you.

When Lan Qingshuang went to the kitchen, she looked around with a heavy face.

Although everything is different from the last life, one thing remains the same.

As long as Ye Fuman is here, everything will go smoothly for Ye Zhoushan and Lan Qingshuang.

The days get better and better.

Just like now.

He is obviously a country boy, but the house he lives in, the things he uses, and the clothes he wears are all the same as those in the city.

She obviously had a good start in life and was luckier than everyone else, but things always went wrong and nothing went smoothly.

In the end, she will lose everything, live in poverty, and be stepped on by others. She has obviously worked very hard.

Reluctance and anger distorted her five-year-old face.

The laughter of cubs could be heard next door.

Rong Bao thought about it and walked over to look through the crack in the door.

The cub, wearing only a bellyband, exposing its white and soft cotton arms and legs, was kicking her feet and stepping on her father's face.

Ye Zhoushan, a grown man, was stepped on in the face. Not only was he not angry, but he smiled and pulled the child's feet to kiss him.

Rong Bao felt an inexplicable anger and jealousy in his heart.

Rong Yongkang had never been so close to her, coaxing her and pampering her.

Not to mention kissing her feet, I have never even hugged her.

He would only be shameless and unsatisfied, asking for a child from her.

Why can Ye Fuman enjoy the father's love that she never dared to expect?

Why can Ye Fuman live a better life than himself?

Why is she so lucky?

"Little girl?"

Rong Bao's body was agitated, he put away the jealousy on his face in a panic, and raised a smile: "Auntie."

Lan Qingshuang's smile was a little stiff, and the look on Rong Bao's face just now really scared her.

That's not the look a child should have.

Not even the average adult would have one.

It was very strange to appear on the face of a five-year-old child.

What's even weirder is that a child can transform evil and innocence freely.

"Let's drink mung bean soup. That lesbian should be back soon." Rong Yongyue went out for a run early in the morning.

He said he was going to the mountains by the way.

Rong Yongyue is not an ordinary person, and Lan Qingshuang is not worried about anything happening to her.

Rong Bao said thank you obediently, completely different from before.

Lan Qingshuang felt a chill down her spine for no reason, so she went out on the pretext of having something to do.

Staying with her always makes me feel suffocated.