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"Oh! So that's it." Zhu Dahong patted her thigh, "If the child belongs to Chen Erdan, then it will explain clearly why she threw the child away. At that time, she said that the child was lost, but I didn't understand at all. Do not believe.
At that time, no one had enough to eat. To earn work points in the production team, you had to write a letter of introduction when you went out. It was not easy. How come there were still people abducting children? Even if someone abducts her, she is not dead. With her fierceness, she can just ask someone to abduct her child?
I was very suspicious at the time, but I didn¡¯t dare to think about it. I felt that tiger poison does not eat its seeds, so it was impossible for Xueyan to throw away the child. I didn¡¯t expect that it was really her who threw it away, so cruel. If you can even throw away your own son, no wonder you would ask someone to plot against our father. "
When this matter was mentioned, the four brothers of the Wang family were very angry. If Wang Xueyan was still in Kyoto, they would have to talk it out. Even his own father can ask others to attack him. Is he still a human being?
Wang Daming took a bite of the apple and said with a displeased expression: "Xueyan is hopeless. From now on, just treat her as if she is gone and don't have any contact with her."
Wang Erming, who talked little, said "Huh" and agreed with his eldest brother's decision.
Wang Sanming shook his head helplessly: "A girl like that is really disappointing. Why do you have to come and make trouble for your own family when you are doing a good job? I won't recognize it either, it's so abominable."
Wang Weitang didn't say anything. Although he was very angry at Wang Xueyan's ruthlessness, she was still his sister who grew up with him. Let¡¯s talk about it later. No one is in front of you, so it¡¯s useless to say that.
After eating a few slices of apples given by his eldest granddaughter, Wang Jialiang said slowly: "I don't care how you brothers and sisters get along with each other. I will never recognize that kind of daughter. I live a good life with Da Ya, do you see it?" Not only taking care of three meals a day, but also fruits, milk and so on.
I have everything my in-laws and grandfathers have, and we get along well with each other, and we can talk and talk together. Kun Xu's mother-in-law is the only girl in her family. In the future, when her children get married, their grandchildren will have to take the same surname.
"Don't be awkward, Mr. and Mrs. Laosan. This matter was agreed upon early on. Let me give you a heads up." Don't care too much about your life. I raised five of your children, but in the end they are not as good as my granddaughter. Why bother? As long as Kun Xu and her mother-in-law are fine, that's all. "
Wang Sanming immediately expressed his position: "Dad! I agree with this. I have two sons at home. Although my second son has come to Kyoto, he is still my son."
Zhu Dahong also smiled generously: "I also looked away. When my son grows up, he will have his own life to live. When the time comes, Sanming and I will be able to guard his retirement salary."
Wang Sanming¡¯s eldest son and third son also spoke one after another, saying that they would not care about this.
Seeing their family discussing this matter calmly and rationally, the Wang family felt very happy, and their eyes swept over their sons, daughters-in-law.
Warned them: "Remember, everything goes well with your family. As long as everyone is harmonious, life will definitely get better and better. I have a supermarket in my name, you should also know what's going on, right?"
Wang Daming nodded: "I know, that supermarket definitely doesn't belong to you, it belongs to my family."
Wang Erming also nodded: "We will know this when we receive the letter."
Wang Sanming looked at Wang Sihan who was busy going in and out, and lowered his voice: "National policy does not allow public officials to engage in business. We have said this during the meeting in our unit. Anyone with a little bit of brains can tell what Xueyan said in the letter. We know what's going on. Dad! Just don't ask this, we know it in our hearts, just like a mirror."
Wang Weitang sighed silently: "I don't know what kind of brain Xue Yan has. Isn't it good for a family to help each other in Kyoto? Why do you have to go through all the trouble?"
Zhu Dahong said quickly: "How can she do it if she doesn't struggle? She just has that kind of energy, and it will be uncomfortable if she doesn't struggle. Just watch it, there will be more struggle in the future. With her kind of personality, how can she be stable?"
Fu Xiaomei agreed very much with Zhu Dahong's words: "You're right, her temper will never get better anywhere."
Qian Xiuying looked at everyone but said nothing. She knew in her heart that her man had the best relationship with her sister-in-law. No matter what, she still hoped that her sister-in-law would live well.
But with Wang Xueyan¡¯s temperament, it¡¯s really not easy to live a good life. It doesn't matter if you have high ambitions but low ambitions, you still always act self-righteous and condescending. Who can tolerate this outside?
I thought it was in Wangjia Village. As a fellow villager in my hometown, I just finished talking. When facing others outside, it's impossible to get past them.
She can only think about this in her heart, it doesn¡¯t make much sense to say it.
Wang Xueyan¡¯s temperament has been decided, and it¡¯s hard for even the King of Heaven to change it, let alone her?
It¡¯s better not to worry about it.
??We stayed at Wang Sihan¡¯s house for two days, and on the third day it was the wedding day of Wang Kunxu and Lu Yu. Xu Yang and Xu Wanzhen were very friendly when they met the old Wang family. After all, they had stayed together.
Miao Jiancheng and Lu Yu¡¯s mothers were also very polite to the people of Lao Wang¡¯s family. After all, they abandoned a son to come to their house, so they naturally had to be treated favorably.
Zhu Dahong took out a big red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Wang Sanming, indicating that he should give it to his daughter-in-law.
Wang Sanming took it and stuffed it directly into Lu Yu's hand: "Here is the betrothal gift your mother and I gave you. It's not much. It's according to our rural customs. Your eldest sister-in-law and third sister-in-law are both here. I'll do it." My father-in-law doesn¡¯t favor one over the other. When his three sons marry their wives, the betrothal gifts are the same.¡±
Zhu Dahong took out another red envelope and stuffed it into Lu Yu's mother: "I don't know how much it costs to host a banquet in Kyoto. This is what we spend in the countryside. I converted it into money and brought it. Although my family is old From now on, I will stay in Kyoto, but after all, he is our son. When he gets married, he will be the same as his elder brothers and sisters at home.
Including the cost of buying furniture and new clothes, I converted them into money and put them together. mother-in-law! Rural people can't give you anything good, so we still have to have the courtesy. "
Lu Yu smiled and accepted the red envelope from Wang Sanming, and also asked her mother to accept the red envelope: "Mom! Keep it! This is the wish of my father-in-law and mother-in-law."
Wang Daming, Wang Erming, and Wang Weitang also followed the etiquette and gave them all to Lu Yu.
Lu Yu kept smiling and thanking: "Thank you, uncle! Thank you, second uncle! Thank you, fourth uncle!"
When Wang Jialiang came in, his eldest granddaughter had already given him the red envelope she had prepared. He handed it to Lu Yu: "Grandpa, I hope you two will love each other and give me a great-grandson as soon as possible."
With a blush on his face, Lu Yu glanced at Wang Kunxu, nodded generously and responded: "Okay! Kunxu and I are not young anymore. If I don't make plans, we will just get married and have children."
Such a straightforward answer made everyone burst into laughter. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com