Don't be too sweet

Chapter 1408 Can this be the same?

Chapter 1408 Can this be the same? (three)
Chapter 1408 Can this be the same? (three)
"Mother, Dad always said that you became like this because you were treated as patriarchal in your mother's house before you got married. Mother, imagine that you were treated like that when you were in your mother's house. Are you comfortable?" He Leiluo asked.

Zhang Qiao stared: "Can this be the same?"

"Brother and I are sons, should we be treated like that?" He Leiluo asked again, tears streaming down his face.

He Shanshan followed to look at Zhang Qiaoshou.

"So, am I being nice to you, or am I wrong?" Zhang Qiao stared at him, furious, and at this moment she looked at He Shanshan with that white-eyed wolf look.

"I don't mean that. I just think that parents should be equal to their children, as long as they are their own children, whether they are sons or daughters," He Shanshan shook her head, expressing her thoughts.

"You just dislike me for being too kind to you! Favoring you!" Zhang Qiao stared, a little embarrassed.

He Xiangqian stepped forward, held Zhang Qiaoshou's hand, and said softly: "Mother, you know that my daughter doesn't mean that, why bother?"

He Xiangqian's voice was very soft, only whispering in Zhang Qiaoshou's ear.

He Shanshan could clearly hear what her father said to her mother.

Under He Xiangqian's guidance, Zhang Qiaoshou restrained his temper a little, but still stared at He Shanshan.

"Before I talk about your mother, I want to talk about you," He Xiangqian looked at He Shanshan and said.

He Shanshan looked at He Xiangqian and listened carefully to what he said.

He Xiangqian said, "Is this your attitude towards your mother?"

"Yes, my attitude is too radical. I know this. I was wrong, but I can't help it. Mother doesn't listen to me at all. I..." When He Shanshan pushed Zhang Qiaoshou to leave, she pleaded with her eyes. .

"Well, it's good to know you're wrong, and then dad will talk about your mother," He Xiangqian turned his head and began to talk to Zhang Qiaoshou in a good voice.

"You too. The children have grown up and married. They have their own children and want to teach them by themselves. How do you teach them?"

He Xiangqian coaxed softly: "Besides, we are already old, so we can enjoy the fun of having grandchildren, isn't it good? Isn't it?"

Zhang Qiao pursed her lips.

"My child, look at our village, how many children are afraid of their parents' hard work, and even bought someone to take care of them at home. Not every family has such a blessing," He Xiangqian said softly .

Zhang Qiao pursed her lips, wanting to get angry, but couldn't.

He Xiangqian smiled and said, "We can't live in the blessing and not know the blessing, right?"

Zhang Qiao corrected He Xiangqian.

"Children and their mothers, no, they should be grandchildren and their grandmas. You see, the children are filial and have a good life at home. If they want to teach their children, let them teach themselves, isn't it good?"

Zhang Qiao pursed her lips and looked at He Shanshan.

He Shanshan knew that her father's persuasion was successful, even though she didn't know how time-sensitive the persuasion would be, it was always good.

So she bowed her head decisively and said to Zhang Qiao: "Mother, I shouldn't treat you like this, I know I'm wrong."

Zhang Qiao put his head aside with a "hum", and no longer cares about He Shanshan, what can she do with her spoiled daughter?

"However, it is still stated that when it comes to teaching the four children, I hope that my mother will not stop me when I am teaching the children," He Shanshan solemnly reiterated.

Zhang Qiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but He Qianqian pulled him away, closed his mouth, and waved his hand: "I know, I know!" He looked very impatient.

He Shanshan lowered her posture decisively: "Thank you, mother."

Zhang Qiao pulled the corner of his lips.

(End of this chapter)

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