The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

"Brother Yang, can't you get that beast in?" Gu Lingling heard this and looked at Yang Yunhai with red eyes.

"Ling Ling," Yang Yunhai said helplessly, "Guo Chunda is just a domestic violence. If Wang Xiaoqian doesn't sue him, the police can't help it."

"Even if you sue, it's just a few days of education." Seeing Gu Lingling want to speak, Yang Yunhai continued.

"Is there no way?" Gu Lingling looked at Yang Yunhai hopefully.

"Silly girl." Yang Yunhai pinched her nose. "Of course."

Guochunda's cleverness is here.

Although he is a rascal, he has never committed anything, except being violent to Mrs. Wang's mother and daughter, or having neighbors who were not used to it in the past, he took care of it.

He also uses a rogue way to make trouble at home every day.

But these things are not enough to put this scum in prison for several years.

The most is to reform through labor.

"What can I do?" Gu Ling looked at Yang Yunhai with bright eyes.

"Mountain people have their own tricks." Yang Yunhai bounced on her forehead, "just look at the result."

As for those means, don't let their little girl know, so as not to damage his image in the girl's mind.

"It's very kind of you." Gu Lingling looked at him with her head up in worship.

This was originally her meddling, but Yang Yunhai had to rush around and even find relationships and do other things, which only added to his many troubles, and maybe even brought him trouble in the future.

But Gu Lingling wanted to help Mrs. Wang and her daughter.

It's pathetic.

If she is too troublesome to take action, maybe they will be tortured to death by guochunda, a scum.

Just like her in her previous life, she struggled hard but couldn't get rid of it.

This is fate.

"Silly girl." Yang Yunhai smiled spoiled.

"Ya'er, ya'er." Old lady Wang called Gu Lingling inside. Gu Lingling climbed out of Yang Yunhai's arms with a red face and walked in.

"Good boy, grandma gives you candy." Old lady Wang squinted and took out a purse from her arms.

The designs and colors on the purse can't be seen clearly, and the edges are worn around. It can be seen that she often takes them out to see them.

"Grandma gives you sugar." Mrs. Wang hissed and whispered, "don't let qian'er see it. This is qian'er's candy."

With that, he took out the sugar in his purse like a treasure offering.

Gu Lingling's tears suddenly fell down again.

If she didn't say it was sugar, no one would recognize it. It's a hard black thing, and you can't even see its original state?

It can be seen how valuable this thing is to her.

But she gave it to her.

"Grandma," Gu Lingling took the sugar and carefully put it in her purse for her, "shall we leave it for qian'er? Ya'er won't eat it."

"Give it to ya'er." Mrs. Wang said stubbornly, "don't tell qianer."

"Mom," Wang Xiaoqian said helplessly, "but qian'er already knows, what do you want to do?"

"Let's put away the sugar." He said apologetically to Gu Lingling, "sorry, my mother is not good here."

Pointed to the head.

"No, grandma, she's fine." Gu Lingling held Mrs. Wang's thin hand tightly, "grandma, qian'er didn't eat, ya'er didn't eat, would you keep grandma to hide?"

"OK." Mrs. Wang put her purse into her arms again with a smile, patted Gu Lingling on the back and sang a song.

"This song..."