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Chapter 30 Not Changing

No matter what, it is better to be your own mother.

She doesn't want to change either, she wants her own son, only her own mother.

"Liang..." She stretched out her little hand and cried hoarsely. She wanted a mother, a mother, a mother, not an aunt or a grandma.

When Mrs. Gu heard that Qi Youer was crying, she felt very distressed. They all said that the child was a piece of flesh that fell off the mother's body. How could it not hurt?

But Mrs. Qi hugged Liu You'er so tightly that she almost broke her arms and legs. I don't know if she did it on purpose or not. Qi You'er's little face was all wrinkled.

became pitiful.

Mother, help me, this is killing a baby. She had no way to express her strong dissatisfaction. She could only cry hoarsely, until she lost her voice. Qi Donger took his two younger sisters and followed him.

The father and mother knelt on the ground together, and then Qi Youer cried at the top of his lungs. The two little ones were really frightened, and they started crying too. They ran to Mrs. Gu, and they were also crying.

Qi You'er was also shouting hoarse, while Qi Dong'er felt wronged and pulled his two sisters, tears falling continuously.

"Grandma, aunt, please don't take me away. My sister is still young and she can't live without her mother," Qi Dong'er said in a hoarse voice, begging the old lady Qi.

Old Mrs. Qi seems to be unable to leave the stage. Now Qi Zhong's family is kneeling and crying loudly. Someone will definitely come over soon. As a result, as soon as her idea came out, someone already noticed that something was wrong.

, ran to Qi Zhong’s house, including the village chief.

Although the village chief is not an official here, he has great prestige in the village. He can take care of everything big and small. Even if an outsider wants to settle in their village, as long as the village chief disagrees, then this person is

You will definitely not be able to enter Shijia Village.

When the village chief saw this formation, he couldn't help but raise his face, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing? Make the adults kneel down and make the child cry. What did Qi Zhong do to you?"

Only now did Mrs. Qi find someone who could talk to her. She told the village chief all her complaints and difficulties as if she were pouring out her bitterness.

"Look, this is his eldest brother," Mrs. Qi gritted her teeth. When she talked about this, she became very annoyed. "This woman, Gu Xianghua, gave birth to four girls in a row. I'm just afraid of my family."

The second child has no offspring, so we decided to adopt the eldest son to them. We exchanged a boy for a girl. This was originally the loss for the eldest son of my family, but Gu Xianghua still shamed me here, saying that it was

Don't change.

Who do you think I am working so hard for? Do you think it is easy for me?" She said and wiped her face, but no tears came out.

This, the village chief thought carefully, it is not that this has never happened in their Shijia Village, but it also depends on whether people are willing to see Gu and Qizhong's family kneeling on the ground, as well as these four children,

From the eldest to the ones still in my arms, every one of them cried heartbrokenly. This clearly shows that they are unwilling.

"This Qi Zhong, Qi Zhong's wife, are you willing to change? Your mother is also doing it for your own good," thinking about it, in the end his heart was still biased towards Mrs. Qi.

Mrs. Gu's voice became hoarse from crying, "His uncle, whether he is a boy or a girl, he is a piece of flesh that has fallen from my body." She grabbed the clothes on her chest, knelt forward and took a step forward, "Four

Ya is my child, my biological child, she is my life. Our family is poor, but we have never treated her badly. We have raised her for almost a year.

She is already calling her mother when she is more than 10 years old. Uncle, tell me, how could I change my child?" At this point, Mrs. Gu burst into tears, "That's my child, that's my child.

There is no mother who doesn’t care for her own children.”

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