Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 660
Dongfang Run was secretly startled, he lost his memory and was still alive, but this person made him unresponsive for a while, his narrow eyes narrowed, and he carefully looked at the hypocritical man with a sad face in front of him, there was always a kind of inexplicable weird feeling.

It seems to be expecting, it seems to resist.

As if predestined...an old enemy.

With a raised eyebrow, he chuckled and asked, "Brother?"

"Dog, my brother has been looking for you for many years, and today we finally meet again!" A certain man opened his eyes and said nonsense, and when his upper and lower lips touched, his upper and lower lips crackled and floated out: "In the future, you must not be willful again. The job of being a male pet is cast aside by others, isn't it?" It's a long-term solution!"

Whoa!
The streets were full of people, and they were three meters away from the male favorite in an instant.

Zhan Beilie patted him on the shoulder, glanced at the calligraphy and paintings, his little heart jumped up and down, and the more he talked, the more he said: "Well, it's not bad now, selling calligraphy and painting can be regarded as self-reliance, seeing that you no longer rely on pleasing Brother is relieved to live a man's life!"

The audience wiped their tears, what a brother!

The corners of his lips slightly parted, Dongfang Run followed the goodness like a stream, and wiped away the tears that didn't exist: "Yes, Goudan respectfully obeys the teachings of elder brother."

Zhan Beilie was dumbfounded.

Dongfang Run smiled: "Brother, where are you going?"

A bad premonition rose in the heart of the Great Qin God of War.

Dongfang Run continued to laugh, like a scheming fox: "Brother has been looking for dog eggs for many years, I think you and I have a deep brotherhood..."

A certain man took a step back in an instant, he already knew what he was planning, and he glared angrily. This kid has no memory and is still a jerk.

Disgusting! Disgusting!
The thin lips on this side were tightly closed, resolutely not revealing a word. In the carriage behind him, the excited little song was riding on the idiot's neck, cheering loudly: "Yunshan! Yunshan!"

Snapped!
With a slap on the forehead, Zhan Beilie sighed, "I can't live because I committed a crime!"
What a bitch, what a bitch!

Sure enough, one month later, in Yunxia Village, the first neighbor to visit after they moved in was this damn wheelchair man!

Dongfang Run touched his chin, shrugged meaningfully, turned the wheelchair and floated into the wooden house...

Staring at the back of the fluttering white coat, the man who steals chickens and eats a lot of rice, wished to smash the egg in his hand on the girl's head. After thinking about it, he finally gave up. Lost two eggs.

Thinking of this, a certain man began to ponder again, should these two eggs be made into egg custard, or fried a plate of leeks, the more he thought about it, the happier he was bubbling, ignoring the blushing little village girls around him, Zhan Beilie strode towards the fenced yard at the end of the village.

Looking up to the sky and roaring: "Daughter-in-law, I'm back!"

The courtyard was quiet.

Frowning suspiciously, a certain man entered the yard, and couldn't help thinking of his bold ambitions: six little Leng Xia, pink and jade-carved, lined up in a row, kicking Cuju!
Well, the wish to give birth to a Cuju team is about to come true, but instead of six daughters, it's...

Zhan Beilie immediately let out a big sigh, and the sad black cloud above his head swayed in, passing by his son A - Zhan Shiqi.

Eight-year-old Xiao Shiqi, the older he is, the more he looks like him. He is a small god of war, dressed in a crisp white robe, lying on his back on the bamboo couch and flipping through this travel note. Appreciate the last one, turn a page freely, and continue reading.

What the hell is this son!
Cursing in my heart, I looked at my son Yibing again—Zhan Haiyan, Zhan Hefeng.

The two-year-old twins, born when the world was in peace, were named after "Heqing Haiyan, Shihe Suifeng". The two little ghost heads combined all the advantages of both parents, with sword eyebrows, phoenix eyes, Qiong nose, and thin Lips, as if printed from the same mold, the only difference is that the older brother Haiyan, who is more mischievous, has a harder outline, while Xiao Hefeng has inherited Leng Xia's softness, adding a bit of inexplicable enchantment.

The little devils were squatting by Shiqi's couch and playing with mud, Haiyan raised his head, looked at his father with phoenix eyes resembling Leng Xia, coolly ignored, grabbed a handful of mud, and wiped it on his younger brother's head.

"Wow……"

With a loud cry, Hefeng's small body swooped forward and pressed his elder brother under him. Before he could drop his little fist, Haiyan had already counterattacked and beat him...

Well, looking at this posture, Zhan Beilie guessed that the two brothers... well, they are so busy that they don't have time to talk to his father.

Unscrupulous father didn't try to persuade him to fight, anyway, the little fist didn't have much strength, it felt like it was tickling his body, he went straight to the cradle further away, and looked at his son Ding - Zhan Baisui.

This child was only handsome, about the same age as the twins, but without the vitality of the two at all, like a little kitten curled up in a cradle, whimpering weakly from time to time, Zhan Beilie lightly Shaking the cradle and sighing, looking at the child he picked up, he thought of the lovely baby in the cradle back then, who was abandoned in the snow in the cold winter and was covered in bruises and his breathing was so weak that it was almost impossible to save him. Along the way, Mu Er was with him, and this child was also on the verge of life and death several times. After struggling for more than a month, he finally regained his life, but in the end, the root cause of his illness...

A hundred years old, as adoptive parents, he and Leng Xia, the only wish is for this child to live a long life.

The sound of flipping books, fighting, crying, sobbing...

Noisy!

Looking at the four sons in this courtyard, Zhan Beilie finally couldn't help shouting: "Who the hell has the time to tell me, where is your mother?"

Zhan Shiqi closed the book, Zhan Haiyan withdrew his fist, Zhan Hefeng stopped crying, Zhan Baisui turned over, four pairs of eight eyes, looking at the small kitchen inside, the meaning is self-evident.

Zhan Beilie was shocked: "Oops!"

Throwing down the bucket of eggs and chicks, amidst the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong, a certain man rushed into the kitchen and saw the expected scene.

The dark-faced Leng Xia stared intently at the pot—a pile of green vegetables in a dark place, with a kitchen knife in his left hand and a spatula in his right hand, with a murderous look on his forehead, as if he was pulling out the vegetables and whipping his corpse.

(End of this chapter)