When the fast-wearing boss got the female supporting script

My wife is right, we have separated.

I, the head of the family, have the final say in my family's affairs. Mother, just take care of the big house's affairs!

When we separate, we become two families.

When Mrs. Luo saw the villagers pointing fingers at her, she was worried that her eldest son would be angry when he came back, so she suppressed her anger and said:

Okay! If you don't want to, I won't force you. Just give me your mule, right? You won't be unwilling to do that, right?

She had to get something, otherwise she wouldn't be able to swallow this breath.

Luo Er has always known that my mother is shameless.

I didn't expect that she would be so shameless.

He smiled, but his tone did not allow for rejection.

“If Mom wants a son, of course she is willing to give it to her, but this mule was bought by Komori for delivery.

The workshop has signed a new order and there is no room for delays, so I really can’t give you this mule!

Old Mrs. Luo looked at the strong mule and wanted to take it home, but her arms and legs were too old to dare.

In addition, the villagers knew that the mule was used to pull goods, and they stared at her eagerly.

Therefore, I can only give up the idea of ​​losing this mule.

Mrs. Luo rolled her eyes.

Regardless of his still aching waist, Lao Dang climbed onto the mule cart vigorously and took the remaining fabric into his arms.

After getting out of the car, he stared at Luoshui's family warily.

I don't want the mule anymore. I'll take these fabrics back and make some clothes!

After saying that, he walked away like a gust of wind with his little feet.

Luo Shui and others, ...

Going to the theater is not exactly a villager going to the theater, ...

What Mrs. Luo did was really embarrassing!

This eating appearance is too ugly!

The women in the village comforted Wang Wanniang for a few words and then dispersed.

After thanking the villagers who helped to speak, Wang Wanniang returned to the yard with a bitter look on her face.

My husband was punched several times by the old lady, but I still don’t know what happened.

Luo Shui looked in the direction of the old house, his eyes flickering.

Why bother if you take something away and have it brought back in the evening? -

As the sun set, Luo Da came back.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he found that the whole world had changed.

Luo Da, are your families so poor that they have no food to eat? A man deliberately teased Luo Da.

Someone next to me said: Yes, Luo Da, where is your fancy carriage?

Why don't I see you fighting? It’s good to have a capable brother!

If you want anything, just let me go to your brother's house and grab it.

Thinking about how miserable Luo Er's family was back then, they didn't even have a single piece of thick clothing in the winter, and had to go to the fields in the hot sun in the summer.

That's not an ordinary tragedy!

What now? There is a workshop, and the two sons are more energetic than the other.

My younger son is still in school. If he has some luck, he might be able to change his appearance in the future.

However, no matter how many good things the Luo family's second room has, they can all become the Luo family's.

It’s great to have a mother who favors me!

Luo Da, can you tell us how you made your mother only favor you?

…

Luo Da figured out the cause and effect from everyone's words, and his face darkened.

I feel a little dissatisfied with that short-sighted old woman.

Is it stupid?

Is there something wrong with your brain?

Do you want something without being able to avoid people? Why do you want to rob it in broad daylight?

Have you treated the old lady badly?

Or do you think his reputation is too good? !

The old lady must be a trick sent by the second bedroom and the third party to deceive him! !

Luo Da didn't say a word and returned home feeling angry.

Mom, are you trying to provoke the second wife again?

Mrs. Luo was happily touching the fabric she snatched from the second room.

He was startled by his son's sudden accusation.