Nongmen's fierce wife is a prodigal daughter

Chapter 337 You are becoming more and more like a street shrew
"..."

An Ruoxi propped her chin and looked at the two fighting in front of her.

I finally knew that when I asked, my husband's helpless tone disappeared.

Looking at the pig-killing knife in his younger brother's hand, he was very eye-catching and domineering, and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay for them to fight like this?"

The whole family was about to eat, only to hear the sound of swords approaching from a distance.

I thought that something big had happened, but I didn't expect that it was the boy who was fighting with someone else.

While beating and cursing, even the three-character scriptures came out, very cruel.

"It's okay, let them make a fuss." The two boys were extremely energetic.

After they finish fighting, I will clean them up myself.

"Xiaoxi eat first."

"Oh." While eating, An Ruoxi heard childish scolding outside.

Xiaoyue has stayed with Yijiyijing for a long time, and her skills in cursing and fighting have also grown.

The blue-clothed boy was obviously not high enough, so he became even more ruthless in anger.

And his target is obviously not Xiaoyue, he has always wanted to come to the yard, but was stopped by Xiaoyue: "Si Xiaoyue, if you have the ability, don't stop me."

Holding the butcher's knife in his hand, the young man said triumphantly: "If you are capable, you can beat me, just a little bit."

The blue-clothed boy couldn't beat and scold, couldn't beat and scold, his face turned red with anger, and he finally choked out a sentence: "You are becoming more and more like a street shrew."

The young man went over with a knife, and said angrily: "You are the one, your whole family is."

When he was forced to the gate of the courtyard, he seemed to smell the aroma of food.

The boy returned the butcher's knife again, and turned his head: "Brother, I'm hungry, save me some food."

After speaking to his brother, the young man resolutely stopped, "Pause, let's stop fighting. We will fight again when I am full."

The boy in blue: "..."

No, you fight as long as you fight, what does it mean to go to eat in the middle of the fight?
Regardless of the constipated expression of the boy in blue, he put away the butcher's knife and entered the yard, turning his head, "Hmph, you are not allowed to enter my house."

The baby's fat and small face has a villainous expression, which is flat and cute.

Seeing the petrified boy in blue outside, he happily entered the house with a butcher's knife.

An Ruoxi looked at the scene of the child playing around, she could laugh silly, how could her brother be so cute.

Looking at the blue-clothed boy who was really standing there, he couldn't help but said, "Why don't you come to eat too?"

"..." The boy in blue looked at An Ruoxi in a daze.

Unexpectedly, she invited herself to his house for dinner.

Obviously just now he was fighting Si Xiaoyue to the death.

When the young man saw his sister-in-law's invitation, he held a bowl that was about the size of his face, and complained while eating: "Sister-in-law, why did you call him, I don't give him food from my house."

Before An Ruoxi could speak, the blue-clothed boy said with integrity outside the courtyard: "I don't care about eating."

When the boy heard it, he said, "Why, my sister-in-law asked you to eat, how dare you not show face?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the butcher's knife he threw in the corner, which was very threatening.

It's a pity that at this time, he is eating Huan with a bowl as big as his small face. Apart from being stupid and cute, he is only cute, so there is no deterrence.

An Ruoxi looked at the two teenagers dumbfounded. Not only were the two naive, they were obviously still friends.

The boy in blue ignored him and just looked at Si Moxuan.

The reason why he didn't dare to enter the courtyard was not Si Xiaoyue, but his brother Simo Xuan.

"Come in." Si Moxuan sat there with no emotion in his calm voice.

The blue-clothed boy then came in, came to Si Moxuan's side, stood there respectfully, and called softly, "Brother."

An Ruoxi: "..." What's going on?
(End of this chapter)