Mrs. Cultivation Notes

Chapter 65 You Are the Only One Like Me
Marshal Huang, "Don't think that I don't know if I'm not in the house. If you weren't idle, would your aunt have found her?
It's all right now, your sister-in-law is clamoring to adopt her.You don't know that a woman like your sister-in-law can hold [-] ducks and overturn my office! "

After reprimanding his own son, Marshal Huang slid the little pomelo over and looked around carefully.

"Don't tell me, she looks pretty, but she really looks like the daughter I imagined!"

Huang Jingyu saw a thoughtful smile on the corner of his father's mouth, and immediately interrupted him.

"Father, you are the only one like me!"

Dashuai Huang was angry, "You don't need to remind me, I'm not out of my mind. At the beginning, the ten or eight doctors all said that they were pregnant with a female fetus, and they all prepared their names, but they changed their minds after birth.

Your mother was about to cry and lose her eyes when she was confinement!I guess your mother who died early was pissed off by you! "

"What's wrong with my son? Dad, other people's families are patriarchal, but yours is good, patriarchal!" Huang Jingyu was furious.

Dashuai Huang snorted, "What do you know, the fortune teller said, if I am destined to have a daughter, I will be rich and powerful, and I will rule the world! But you are so difficult!"

Bringing Xiao Nuannuan over to her, she pointed to the letter paper, "Can you write?"

Xiao Nuannuan shook her head and nodded again, stretched out her fingers and compared, "A little bit!"

"Then you write a letter to the Yan family, saying that you want to go home!"

"Those words are too many, I can't write, can I draw?" Xiao Nuannuan thought for a while.

Dashuai Huang nodded, "All right, all right, write quickly, draw!"

Xiao Nuannuan was half-sitting on the ground, holding a brush, and scribbled on the white paper.

The extremely crude and unbearably simple strokes seem to be very abstract, and it is difficult to see what it is.

"What kind of ghost symbols are you drawing?"

Xiao Nuannuan pointed to the extremely crude stickman in the painting, "This is me, I still have my braids!" Pointing to the two curved lines on the head.

"This is the Yan family, this is Brother Qingchen! It's me who wants to go home!"

Marshal Huang stared at it for a long time, then handed it to Huang Jingyu, "Nizi, didn't you study painting abroad? Have a look?"

Huang Jingyu, "I have learned to draw, but I have never learned such an abstract and rough style of painting. She said yes! Anyway, the Yan family can understand her handwriting!"

Folding the paper and putting it in an envelope, he murmured to himself, "Even if my hand was eaten by a pig, I wouldn't draw like this!"

Holding the brush, Xiao Nuannuan retorted, "Pigs can't look down on your hands! They don't like it!"

Nasty people must be nasty tastes!
Look, the two are about to fight, Huang Dashuai hurriedly waved, "Take it down, and take care of it."

Huang Jingyu watched the little girl being taken away, and kept moaning and nagging, "Let me go, let me go, you stinky fishheads!" Like a chick whose fate has been strangled.

Some can't bear it.

Immediately asked, "Father, aren't you afraid that my sister-in-law will make trouble with you?"

"If you don't tell me, if I don't tell you, how does she know where I'm sending him?" There was a warning in her eyes.

Huang Jingyu immediately made a gesture to seal his mouth with a zipper, "Don't worry, God knows, you know I don't know, this is none of my business."

After finishing speaking, the sound of high heels was heard, followed by a woman's reprimand.

"What are you doing, let her go, let go, her little arm is crushed by you!"

Huang Jingyu was helpless when he heard the voice outside the house, "I didn't tell you about this!"

Dashuai Huang just walked out, "Oh, Furong, what are you messing around with? This is a hostage to hold the Yan family back, not something to relieve your boredom!"

(End of this chapter)