President Daddy is super strong

Send Meng Jingyan back to school. It's ten o'clock in the evening when the family of three gets home.

After entering the door, the two of them have been talking about fans. They don't even give him a look, just like the air is not the same.

"Mom, I haven't eaten it in the evening. Can you stutter me?" Yang Zheng is humble and asks for feeding.

Hearing their son's pitiful voice, the couple remembered that there was another man behind them.

"Hungry?"

Yang Zheng nods desperately.

"There's instant noodles in the fridge. Cook them by yourself."

His face froze with joy. Was he born in person? He didn't even have a word of comfort when he was taken to the police station. He didn't even give food?

"Mom, the wound on my face?" He wants to ask if there is any ointment. It's faster to eliminate inflammation and kill bacteria.

As a result, her mother's answer almost didn't make her angry.

"A man's husband, leave some scars to be a man. Don't worry, it's OK!"

Yang Zheng: "..."

I'm not doubting any more, I'm not real.

Pitifully looking at his parents upstairs, he went into the kitchen alone and prepared to eat noodles.

"Didn't eat?" Behind me came the gentle voice of my sister.

As if grasping the last straw for help, Yang Zheng hurriedly turned around, showing a pitiful expression.

"Elder sister, my good elder sister and younger brother have done good things until now. Please do me a good job and make me something delicious?"

Although the brothers and sisters often quarrel, they are still in deep love at the critical moment, which is incomparable with others.

Yang Moli didn't take a good look at him. She went to open the refrigerator and picked out the necessary ingredients. She did it skillfully.

Yang Zheng stood looking at it, smiling brightly. "My sister is good to me."

Yang Molly didn't take a good look at him. "Don't flatter here. What's the matter today? If you don't want to have a blind date, just say it. How can you get yourself into the police station?"

"It's not my fault. The woman bullied people. I really couldn't see it before I helped." Speaking of this, he was a little proud.

Yang Molly can't help laughing when she looks at his stinking fart. "Listen to my parents, how does the little girl look?"

Yang Zheng frowned. "Where is this? I haven't looked at my face at all, OK?"

It's true. He only saw the girl's back when the incident happened. He didn't see the face at all. It has nothing to do with the face.

"What are you looking at?" The smile on Yang Molly's face is a little bit bad. She deliberately covers her brother's words.

"What I'm looking at is..." just about to explain, Yang Zheng found that he had been cheated, "how can I be so dirty here when I'm just doing a good job?"

"Be good, just do good." See younger brother angry, Yang Molly no longer tease him, skillfully will cook the egg noodles out, carefully on the table.

"Eat now, and go to bed early."

"Thank you, sister." Yang Zheng sat down smilingly, picked up his chopsticks and sucked noodles. "Well, it smells good."

Yang Molly looks at her brother, shakes her head helplessly, and walks upstairs.

After two minutes, I came down from upstairs again. This time, I had an anti-inflammatory and analgesic ointment in my hand.

"When you've finished, wipe the plaster, and be careful to leave scars."

Yang Zheng was really moved to cry by her sister's actions. "Sister, you are really my own sister. My mother doesn't care what I say, but she doesn't think about that. I can't find a girlfriend."

"As if you could find it without scars?"

Yang Zheng: "·"