Be Good Chapter 988: Bullying mother’s meeting ceremony


My elder brother said something, and he couldn't hide it in his heart.

So he said what he wanted, and he said when he was worried.

Yuan Changhuan patted the back of his hand, "Let's talk when we go back to the house, it's late at night."

Pointing to the next door.

Yuan Changqing came to his senses.

He also knew about the matter between Xie Ci and Yuanyuan. Although it was only superficial, it was enough. Afraid that Xie Ci would force his sister to bully him, he grabbed Yuan Changhuan's hand and walked quickly into the house.

He didn't say a word, his expression was cold.

When he was silent and frowning, Yuan Changqing was quite intimidating.

Of course, when you speak, you reveal your true nature.

After entering the door, Yuan Changqing didn't have time to say hello to his parents, so he grabbed his sister's shoulder and looked her in the eyes, "Tell brother, has anyone bullied you in the past two years?"

Helpless eyes flashed across Yuan Changhuan's eyes.

Just wanted to answer.

"Who bullied mother?!"

A soft child's voice sounded.

The three people who had just entered the door looked at Yuan Miao in unison.

As soon as he heard his mother's voice, Yuan Miao woke up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a person who looked very similar to my mother asking if my mother had been bullied, thinking that my mother had been bullied.

Jumped down from Yuanqi's arms.

The Luohan bed is extremely high.

Yuan Miao's speed is extremely fast.

This jump made Jiang Nuan cry out in fright.

"Quick."

Hold him.

Yuan Qi naturally reached out to catch Yuan Miao immediately.

But Yuan Miao has jumped to the ground neatly.

With a calm face, "What's the matter with grandma?"

Jiang Nuan, who was stimulated by this series of actions, almost fainted.

Fortunately, he is safe and sound.

Seeing that Yuan Miao scared his wife, Yuan Changhuan brushed away his brother's hand, "Brother, wait a minute, I'll teach this little **** a lesson first."

"Who told you to scare grandma!" Yuan Changhuan took his own son and wanted to teach him a lesson.

Yuan Miao pouted, "I heard that my mother was being bullied, Miao Miao is in a hurry, is my mother being bullied?"

"Miaomiao avenges my mother!"

As he spoke, he wanted to roll up his sleeves.

Squeezing his little face, Yuan Changhuan didn't use much force, and then he carried him to his parents by the back of his lapel, "Apologize to grandpa and grandma first, and say that in the future, I won't do such actions that irritate them .”

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't expect Miao Miao to be so good at it."

Jiang Nuan covered his heart, waved his hand, and recovered.

It's too late for her to be happy that her grandson is so powerful.

It's not his fault anyway.

Jiang Nuan was not so happy, Yuan Qi laughed triumphantly, "Hahahaha, Miaomiao is very skilled."

"Miao Miao can fly!" Yuan Miao blushed after being praised.

"So, whoever bullies mother, Miao Miao can fight!"

"Come on, you, no one bullies mother, if you don't believe me, ask your uncle." Yuan Changhuan hugged Yuan Miao, and lifted him in front of Yuan Changqing, "Call him uncle."

I listened to my mother's words very much, Yuan Miao looked at her uncle who was very similar to her own mother, and smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Uncle!"

"Good..."

Yuan Changqing looked dull and pointed at Yuan Miao, "Yuanyuan, when did you give birth to such a big son."

"Stupid you, of course you were born in the third year." He Lianlan gave Yuan Changqing a slap, and couldn't bear his stupidity.

To Yuan Miao, "What's your name, I'm your aunt."

"Hello, aunt, my name is Miaomiao." Yuan Miao remembered her grandmother's words and did not call her step-aunt.

"Good boy."

He Lianlan took out a cute little jade tiger from his sleeve, "A gift from your aunt."

"Thank you, auntie."

The gift of the elders cannot be resigned.

Yuan Miao was used to receiving gifts from those uncles in Luoshui Town. He kept in mind what those uncles often said was that the elders couldn't refuse the gift.


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