Chapter 1027： Meimei is always the little princess

The person Yan Mingshun was talking about was Zhao Yingxiong, who was hard and simple, often told his son not to forget his roots, and from time to time let Master Yuan be the one who remembers bittersweet meals?

"Brother Mingshun, are you mistaken? My second uncle is reluctant to throw away his socks with several holes. How could he spend so much money? Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

She couldn't help shaking her head, she really didn't believe that Zhao Yingying would be such a person, obviously a meticulous veteran!

But she couldn't help but believe Yan Mingshun, so she couldn't help frowning.

"Brother Mingshun, what will happen to the Zhao family?" Meimei asked.

Yan Mingshun smiled dotingly, stroked her head gently, and said softly, "Heliance is now threatening your grandfather with this, I guess your grandfather will compromise, your second uncle and third uncle should be demoted, right? From a first-rate family to a third-rate, a fourth-rate, or even a last-rate."

When Meimei heard that her life would not be killed, she immediately stopped caring, "It doesn't matter how good he is, I don't care anyway, as long as Brother Mingshun, you are first-class."

The little flattery made Yan Mingshun feel good physically and mentally, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Meimei will always be a little princess, no one dares to bully you!"

Meimei leaned on the man's generous chest, yawned a few more times, her eyes were sleepy, and a sweet smile was on the corners of her lips. Yan Mingshun's fingers gently caressed the delicate and smooth skin of the girl's face, and her rough fingers made her eyebrows faint. Drowsy.

Yan Mingshun shook his head and smiled. He wanted to talk to Meimei about the Zhao family, but it's all like this. I'm afraid he won't listen to it, so let's talk about it tomorrow.

He kissed the **** the forehead, put his eyebrows on the bed, covered the blanket, and left reluctantly.

The current situation of the Zhao family is very bad, it should be said that it is very bad.

In the study, the old man's face was ashen, looking at Zhao Yingying, who was kneeling on the ground in disappointment, and Zhao Yingyong was standing beside him.

"Dad, please save me, don't care about your son..."

Zhao Yingying lost the majesty of the past, and was in a state of embarrassment. He hugged the old man's leg and cried, like a child asking for candy.

Zhao Yingyong said bitterly: "Second brother, what's the use of crying now? If you knew today, why did you have to?"

Zhao Yingying didn't make a sound, but just cried to the old man. He knew that the only one who could save him now was his own father. He had to hold this life-saving straw tightly!

The old man looked at his unpromising appearance, and kicked him fiercely, but he was so tired that he was out of breath. He didn't know what to do for the past three years. .

In the past, let alone a set of punches, he played several sets without panting, as if he had returned to the sick state he was in before.

The old man is not bad, but the old lady is even worse. From the year before last, she has been in bed for more than half a year as before, and her appetite has been greatly reduced, and she has been defeated very quickly.

The family doctor, who has served the Zhao family for more than ten years, said in private that the old lady might not last a few years, so the Zhao family should be psychologically prepared.

As for the old man, because his body is better than that of the old lady, and he has been fed for a few more months after the eyebrows, he is not so fast to lose, but the situation is not very good.

Zhao Yingyong held the old man in his arms, looking at the age spots on his father's face and the sagging skin, his heart was very uncomfortable, and he was even more resentful towards Zhao Yingying.

The old man took a deep breath and asked coldly, "How do you want me to save you?"