"If you dare to hit me, I will call my little cousin later and tell her that you will hit me as soon as I come back."
Don't forget to say harsh words before escaping.
Moreover, this posture is so proficient that it can no longer be practiced, and it can even be said to be a complete conditioned reflex.
Su Qingsheng was so angry that her teeth itched and she strode over.
The sound of the door being locked.
The old man downstairs looked calm, as if he was used to it.
Then there was the sound of thunder and banging, and then...
"ah…"
An exaggerated scream was accompanied by Su Qingsheng's roar.
"You brat, stop here."
Then there was another sound of thunder and bang...
Su Jingyu came downstairs and saw that the old man was still drinking tea and said, "Grandpa, you don't care."
Mr. Su said calmly: "Let them, father and son, have a good time and affection, without getting in the way."
The corner of Su Jingyu's mouth twitched: "...Grandpa, are you sure this is intimacy? It's not breaking up the house?"
Mr. Su smiled and continued to drink tea.
Changing the subject and asking: "If you go there, can you meet your little cousin?"
When Su Jinggao talked about this, she became upset. She walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down and said, "I haven't seen her. My uncle won't let me go."
Mr. Su was a little surprised. He put down his teacup and asked, "I won't let you go? Why?"
Su Jingyu curled her lips and said, "It's a lie to say that my little cousin doesn't want to see too many people from the Su family."
After hearing this, Mr. Su thought for a moment, then thought of something and smiled: "What your uncle said must be true. When she found your little cousin, she didn't want us to disturb his life."
Su Jingyu looked confused and frowned, "Why? Does she look down on our Su family?"
Before the old man could speak, Su Qingyun appeared in the corridor on the second floor at some unknown time: "Is the Su family nice?"
Su Jingyu's frown deepened: "Uncle, I didn't mean that."
Su Qingyun didn't care. He didn't allow anyone to say anything bad about her. He snorted coldly and said in warning: "Huh, don't use your way to second guess others, especially her."
After saying that, he turned back to the room and closed the door.
Su Jingyu was so angry that she looked at the old man and said, "Grandpa, look at my uncle."
The old man was surprised in his heart that his younger son was so protective of the calf. He was happy but also a little disappointed. He said quietly: "Okay, what your uncle said is not unreasonable."
Su Jingyu was almost furious. She looked aggrieved and looked at the old man with accusing eyes.
"Humph, if you hadn't asked me to deliver a letter to my uncle, grandpa, I wouldn't have been offended, but you still won't help me now."
Mr. Su covered his heart, looked at his second granddaughter with difficulty, and said: "...Xiaoyi, you better not act like a spoiled brat, grandpa is afraid."
Su Jinggao almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. She hammered the armrest of the sofa hard, and with a click, cracks appeared on the armrest. She went upstairs angrily.
Mr. Su: "..." I have such high blood pressure that I almost can't get up and down.
Zhaojiacun.
Zhao Jing had just returned to the village from the town and was about to go home when she heard Zhao Huaiguo calling her in the distance.
"Auntie Auntie, Auntie Su, Secretary Su called."
The sound was very loud. It was just the time when everyone in the village was getting off work...
Zhao Jing smiled and ran quickly to the brigade headquarters.
Seeing her happy look, everyone in the village laughed.
"It's rare to see such a childish side of my aunt."
"Secretary Su is really kind to my aunt. He called me as soon as he got home. This is because he is afraid that my aunt will be worried."
“…”
They all talked about how Zhao Jingyi didn't know, and Zhao Jingyi just wanted to run to the brigade headquarters to answer the phone.
Seeing Zhao Jing running so fast, Zhao Huaiguo was frightened, fearing that she would accidentally fall.
"Auntie, please slow down, Secretary Su said, don't be in a hurry, walk slowly, don't fall."
Zhao Jing didn't care, she was in a hurry to answer the phone.
When she ran to the brigade headquarters, Zhao Jing quickly picked up the phone and put it to her ear without taking a moment to catch her breath.
"Cousin Yun, you are home."
On the other end of the phone, Su Qingyun heard her call her cousin Yun, and her face was filled with tenderness.
"Well, we're home, how are you?"
Mr. Su, who was watching from the side, felt sour in his heart. This brat had never been so gentle to him since he was a child.
Zhao Jing hummed and said obediently: "Everything is fine. Have you eaten?"
Su Qingyun ignored the family sitting on the sofa beside her and concentrated on chatting with Zhao Jingyi.
"Not yet. Watch the time and call you. I'll go eat later."
Zhao Jing smiled: "Cousin Yun, you are so awesome. How did you know that I just returned to the village?"
Su Qingyun said with a hint of doting: "When I came back, I asked the school teacher when school would be over in the afternoon."
Zhao Jing suddenly realized: "That's very impressive. You called me just after I returned to the village."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Su Jingyang's shout on the other end of the phone.
"Little cousin, I am Jingyang..."
Zhao Jing smiled even happier and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
Su Qingyun watched her little nephew being covered by his eldest and second brothers, and said calmly: "It's okay, he was dragged away by his brother."
Zhao Jing didn't think much about it, just hummed, and told him about Zhao Xiaoya.
Su Qingyun didn't think too much about it, but felt that she did a good job of protecting him like this, which made him feel at ease.
"That's good of you."
Zhao Jing knew that he would not blame her, but when she heard him say this, she still felt warm in her heart.
"Hehe, as long as Cousin Yun doesn't blame me for taking matters into my own hands and using your name to do things, that'll be fine."
Su Qingyun laughed helplessly: "How could I blame you?"
Mr. Su watched eagerly and whispered: "Tell me a few words."
Su Qingyun glanced at her old man and said silently: "No."
Old Man Su was so angry that he almost gave him a stick with his crutch.
Su Qingsheng quickly grabbed the crutches and said calmly: "Dad, calm down."
Zhao Jing vaguely heard voices on the other side of the phone, but she didn't ask.
They roughly guessed it, and the two chatted for a few more words before getting ready to hang up.
As a result, Su Jingyang snatched the phone away and shouted aggrievedly: "Little cousin."
Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment: "Huh? What's wrong?"
Su Jingyang ignored the black face and complained aggrievedly: "I'm telling you, my dad, he will beat me as soon as I come back..."
He also blatantly added fuel to the fire in front of his father.
Su Qingsheng's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his hands were subconsciously resting on his belt.
After Zhao Jing heard this, she didn't know what to say for a while. His words sounded a bit exaggerated, but the beating was probably real.
"This...are you okay?"
Su Jingyang glanced at his old father provocatively, and immediately said to Zhao Jingyi on the other end of the phone: "If something happens, my dad is very cruel. He beats me so hard that I dare not sit down. It hurts when I sit down."
The corner of Zhao Jing's mouth twitched: "Let your uncle find you some medicine to rub."