The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

In the Yang family of the Kyoto military region, old man Yang is sitting on the throne angrily, looking at his son kneeling on the ground without blinking.

"Dad, I'm really not to blame for this. You know that smelly boy I've never been able to control. Who knows that he secretly reported, I really don't know." Yang Aihua knelt on the ground and said helplessly.

The old man's problem of making people kneel easily has really changed. Fortunately, the rest of the family and the guards are not here. If he is seen kneeling here, how can he have the face to go out again in the future.

"You are his father, don't you know?" Old man Yang stared at his son angrily and said, "quickly let him get back to me."

"Dad, you can't do this?" Zhou Mei on the side couldn't stand it anymore. "This bias can't be biased like you."

"What did you say?" Old man Yang looked coldly at his second daughter-in-law Zhou Mei and asked.

"All right, stop talking." Yang Aihua glared at Zhou Mei, "there's nothing for you here. Hurry to the kitchen to cook."

"Why is there nothing wrong with me?" Zhou Mei shook off Yang Aihua's hand, straightened her back and said, "Dad, Yunhai is your grandson, so is Yunfeng, but you have too much difference between the two grandsons."

"What's wrong with Yunfeng? You can pave such a good road for Yunhai. Why can't you help Yunfeng? It's all right if you don't help him, but you can't attack Yunfeng everywhere for the sake of Yunhai."

What Zhou Mei said was a grievance, and she cried as she spoke.

"Well, say less." Ma Zhenxian, who has been sitting next to Yang Laozi, waited until Zhou Mei finished venting before she said, "your father has his consideration for this arrangement."

Zhou Mei's mouth deflated, and she didn't make a sound under Ma Zhenxian's eyes.

"You said I paved the way for the sea of clouds?" Yang Laozi smiled faintly and glanced at Zhou Mei, then looked at Yang Aihua kneeling on the ground, "do you think so?"

"Dad, no... No. you did it for our good." Yang Aihua said with a smile.

Even if you have different ideas in your heart, you can't say it at this time.

Old man Yang sighed, suddenly didn't want to say anything, and stood up, "it's all right, it's up to you."

No wonder old friends always say that their children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so let him eat less snacks.

But he always couldn't put it down and always wanted to make the children better, but it was because of this that the family was now like this. It seemed peaceful on the surface, but in fact, it was

"Mom, why didn't you let me talk just now?" Zhou Mei held Ma Zhenxian's arm and said, "the old man's heart is too far away. Yunfeng is your only grandson. Don't you feel bad?"

"What is that called?" Yang Aihua stared at her, "can our mother ignore Yunfeng?"

"All right, you two just put away your little thought carefully." Ma Zhenxian said, "if I didn't stop you just now, I'm afraid it won't take long for Yunfeng to be transferred back."

"Mom is the best. I knew mom wouldn't care about us." Zhou Mei flattered with a smile.

"Let Yunfeng stabilize there first, and it's best to be able to make some achievements, so it's easy to return to Kyoto." Ma Zhenxian said to her son, "Yun Feng is stronger than you, but this temper needs to be well polished. Endure a knife on the prefix, your father and son, alas..."

In the end, she was too tight to protect her son, otherwise, she would not develop her son like this.

Now I can only place my hope on my grandson.