Chapter 938

For this kind of monster that even babies dare to threaten, Li Nanfang is really - no way.

Only the beggar gritted his teeth, became poor and ruthless, turned around and patted his ass and left.

Although his face was full of indignation, his inner fear was well hidden, and he was not seen by Yang yinnie.

As early as I saw the scroll in grey valley of Myanmar, Li Nanfang had a strong premonition in his subconscious mind.

He and the ancient maid on the scroll seem to have some inexplicable involvement.

Just because the maid's profile is too much like Yue Zitong's mother, Yang Tiantian.

It's a bit like the woman in the manger.

But at that time, his feeling was not very strong, and he even quickly forgot.

Until I had that dream in the sea, I began to suspect that he was really Yang HunJun's next generation son - the woman lying in the coffin under the manger was the mother who gave birth to him.

Especially when Yang Xiao said that the iron card was his, Li Nanfang was also his.

In some words, Li Nanfang can judge whether it is true or not without painstaking screening.

So when Yang Xiao said that the iron card was his, Li Nanfang believed that he was not being unreasonable.

The iron card is probably his.

Boss Li, who has something to do with iron cards and scrolls, may also be his——

There seems to be a mysterious relationship between Yang Xiao, an ancient lady and boss Li.

What mysterious relationship?

Li Nanfang thought of the story that Yang HunJun had told him in his dream.

According to the absurd story in the dream, Yang Xiao is probably the property magna in Jiuyou. In order to restrain Yang HunJun's mischief outside, he has already arranged the enemy.

Only in this way can we explain why the black dragon hidden in Li NanFang's body is so afraid of Yang Xiao.

And why does Yang Xiao always say that when Li Nanfang is dying, he will tell him a secret.

"Lao Yang, for the sake of living and dying together, you can tell me what's going on."

After walking to the blind corner beyond the thatched cottage, Li Nanfang bowed his head, patted his stomach and asked.

Maybe Lao Yang was not angry that he dared to call himself Laozi, so he didn't pay any attention to him.

After three times of asking, Li Nanfang silently scolded the cowardly mouse and quickly walked into the coconut forest.

Before he went in, his sunshine laughter had already gone in: "ha, ha ha. Two concubines, here comes the king. "

"Wow, wow."

The two concubines haven't responded yet. My little prince starts to cry.

Jinima's disappointment.

Li Nan Nan secretly scolded a sentence, only then discovered two love imperial concubines all fell asleep originally.

No matter how nervous a woman is, she will be tired after most of the night when she is afraid, tired and painful.

The cries of the little kids were so loud that they didn't wake them up.

The sun shining through the coconut grove on the quiet faces of the black and white peonies made him feel more conquered. Well, every time Li Nan Nan looked at them, his eyes would first fall on their plump, fat and buttocks.

As for face, it's secondary.

"Well, don't you cry for her? Come on, I'll take you to the seaside. "

Li Nanfang gently took the child out of Ham's arms. For the first time, he felt that calling himself Laozi was so justified.

After the volcanic eruption, the sea water is still a little muddy, and no more fish can be seen swimming in the water.

Li Nanfang holds the child and shakes it back and forth, humming a lullaby in his mouth -- "my sister wants to see my brother's tears flow", overlooking the East. He begins to yearn for a mirage to let him see the woman he most wants to see.

"After such a long time, it's time for them to forget Laozi."

With a self mocking smile, Li Nanfang looks down at the child again.

The child was originally malnourished and was born in seven months. It is estimated that the most weight is about five Jin. Li Nanfang held him in his arms and could hardly feel his existence.

Half a day later, the child fell asleep again.

When the baby is asleep, it will always smile unconsciously.

It's just that they're a little stingy. They don't wait for the adults to see clearly, they will stop smiling.

Baby's smile, is the purest smile, like a flash in the pan as beautiful.

Staring at his son who still has a smile on his lips, Li Nanfang said after five minutes: "in fact, it's not bad to be forgotten. We are happy now, aren't we, little boy - No. You are Lao Tzu's son. You have to have a loud name to be worthy of Lao Tzu's outstanding status. Well, let me think about it. What's your name

Giving people names is one of Li NanFang's best skills.

Ye Xiaodao has deeply understood it. Every time he thinks of the 80 names Li Nanfang gave him, he will feel the impulse to stab him to death with a knife.

Calling a donkey is the most elegant of the 80 names Li Nanfang gave Ye Xiaodao.

Li Nanfang, who had a name at his fingertips, was in trouble when he named his son.

Frowning for almost ten minutes, he couldn't think of a good name worthy of his son.

Li Daosheng?

Li Qiqiu?

Or Li dystocia?

These names are so bad that Li NanFang's name is catchy, amiable and powerful.

"Well, if your mother's name sounds better, I won't be embarrassed. At that time, you'd better use our last names as your first names. But that silly girl, she has to be called ham. Han -- Han

Li Nanfang had an idea. He raised his foot and patted the water: "just call him Li Han."

Li Han, a man surnamed Li.

This name is very popular.

"Yes, it's Lihan. Li Han, don't follow your mother's way when you grow up, or I will kill you. However, those geneticists once said that the couple who has stronger genes will have more children. Lao Tzu now doubts that the gene of your mother is stronger than that of a good citizen like me. "

Just when Li Nanfang was struggling about who had stronger genes, he and ham, dark clouds slowly came up over the green mountains of China.

A long time no heavy rain, as if finally to the lost soul of the city.

Spring is the soul of Castle Peak.

After this year's Spring Festival, Castle Peak ushered in the worst spring since the founding of the people's Republic of China.

Throughout the spring, there was no rain more than three millimeters.

There is no rain in the Castle Peak, except for a few springs with strong water sources, all the other springs have stopped spraying.

If there is no spring in the Castle Peak, it is equivalent to no soul.

Especially with the change of seasons, in the early summer, the sun in the sky becomes brighter and brighter, and it's impolite to evaporate several water sources of the city.

All water wells in Qingshan must be closed except those necessary for farmland irrigation.

Including those heavy industry enterprises in Qingshan, they should use water in a planned way. They can no longer waste water as they used to.

After consulting geologists, the supreme leader of Qingshan specifically stipulated that all water wells within the territory should be closed to ensure that the springs would not be blocked by mud due to excessive drought.

After groundwater is no longer exploited wantonly, the water level will not drop indefinitely.

Just wait until a heavy rain comes, and all the thirsty springs will immediately glow with vitality.

But where is the heavy rain?

Will it be on this cloudy night?

City drought and waterlogging prevention Office, now is full of lights.

It must be the cause of too much drought. Chang Qing, director of the drought and waterlogging prevention Office, is bubbling.

Director Chang doesn't look very good, his education level is only junior college, and his working ability is even better - there are a lot of people in the drought relief office who are better than him.

However, after the old director retired last year, he was just a small group leader, and the most humble director, Chang, was like a black horse. He took the lead and was highly recommended by a leader.

Of course, the drought relief office is too small to be ignored compared with the financial department, the Municipal Bureau and other major departments.

But anyway, this is one of the formal sectors at the municipal level.

Only by sitting in this seat can we solve the problem of the rank of deputy.

Work steadily for a few years, and then walk away from the relationship. Hum, the next director of the Finance Bureau may also come from the drought and waterlogging prevention office.

Members of the drought relief office have been rumored in private that there are two reasons why they often become the top leaders of the drought relief office.

First, Lao Chang, 48, has a beautiful wife of 36.

As for Lao Chang's beautiful wife, who is 12 years younger than him, what does it have to do with his ability to become the biggest black horse and the top leader of the drought relief office? Those who have heard this rumor need to make up their own minds.

Second, director Chang's name is good.

Evergreen, evergreen. It means that the green mountains will always be evergreen.

Whether director Chang became the head of the unit for these two reasons has not been verified.

However, his plump and beautiful wife has come to the drought relief office frequently since the spring drought.

Every time she came, she would stay in the director's office with Lao Chang for a long time.

Every time, the door is closed.

Some people guess that they must be doing that.

After all, every time Mrs. Chang left, she was blushing, graceful, smiling and contented.

On the contrary, when director Chang comes out again, his legs will tremble obviously.

But even if you can guess what they did in the office, who can tell?

The two of them are legal husband and wife. Even if they always take down their wife's big crotch, no one has the right to manage it.

Don't forget, since last month, Lao Chang hasn't been home once. He has been eating and living.

His wife is in the year of tiger and wolf. It's human nature to ask for nourishment.

"Oh, Han, you guys haven't finished work yet."

After hearing Jiao Didi's voice, facing the water map provided by the Water Conservancy Bureau, Xiao Han and others, who are thinking hard, raise their heads.

I saw a beautiful woman wearing a black sleeveless Qipao, showing her white lotus arms, curling in.

Here, it's the director's wife.

"Director Cheng, you are here."

No matter how to talk about her and director Chang in private, Xiao Han and others have to be very polite when they see her.

In fact, she is the deputy director of a street office, who is in charge of cleaners, not even a stock level cadre.

"Come on, taste the peach my sister bought for you. It's sweet. As long as you rub the skin a little, water will come out."

Despite the refusal of Xiao Han and others, director Cheng put a convenient bag of peaches on the table and said a few words about working overtime. Then he pushed the door and walked into director Chang's office.

"Tonight, a dry land will be moistened again."

Looking at the dark sky outside, Xiao Han sighed: "Oh, I hope we Castle Peak can be well nourished by director Chang. Otherwise, we'll all be dead. "

In the office, director Chang, who is also frowning at shuimaitu, looks back and his face changes: "you, why are you here again?"