Chapter 32

"Yes, why not? I bought it at a high price. How can I not eat it? Do you think I will believe your words? I just came from my son's bedroom, and he was fine all over. You just talked nonsense last night and tried to take advantage of my eel. Fortunately, I didn't believe you."

"Really?" Metaphorical color smile, lips hook up curved arc, smile very sweet, sweet like a little angel.

"After eating, what can you do? Can you manage Mo Jingyao's life and death, or can you manage our family?" Mo Jing Fei hands a fork in the waist, would like to rush up to kick metaphorical color feet.

It was a big loss for her last night.

As if he didn't hear it, he looked down at his watch, then pinched his fingers and calculated the time, "well, it's coming."

"What's coming? Did you buy eel last night and bring it to you soon? I tell you, if it's not wild, it can't be. Only the wild can be regarded as compensation, otherwise, it won't be. " Yang Jialan's eyes stare coldly at metaphor.

"Yes, it doesn't count. Why don't you kneel down for my mother?"

Yu se turned her head and looked at Mrs. Zhang. "Did Lujiang send anything? It's fried. "

"Miss Yu, all the things we sent are fried, so we don't need to fry them any more." Although Mrs. Zhang doesn't know what Yu se wants Lu Jiang to send things, she doesn't know why. After last night, she believes in the ability of metaphor.

"Go and get it." Yu se nodded and thought about it carefully. She only asked Lu Jiang to send loquat leaves to him before going to bed last night. I didn't expect that all the loquat leaves would be fried. It's good.

"Metaphor, what do you want to play? Don't try to play tricks in front of my mother and me. Kneel down for my mother

Mo Jingfei's loud voice directly wakes up the people in the villa who are still asleep.

Luo Wanyi and Mo Jingxi rush over in their morning clothes.

"Second sister-in-law, what happened?" When Yang Jialan found her last night, Luo Wanyi was already asleep, so she didn't know that Yang Jialan's eel was used in the metaphor.

"Luo Wanyi, you're here at the right time. Yu se took the wild eel I bought to nourish your son. Er, he's a comatose person. How can he nourish him? I think she'd like to cook cooked rice with raw rice before Jingyao wakes up in your home, and then climb up to our Mohist family as a daughter-in-law. It's shameless. Look, her lips are swollen It was given to him by Jingyao, who ate eel. "

"Metaphor, what's the matter?" Although Luo Wanyi was full of doubts, she thought of all the things before the metaphor, not the tone of questioning, but the tone of inquiry.

When Yang Jialan talks, she really feels her lips are a little swollen. Is it true that she had a dream last night?

Is it true that your lips are swollen?

He pressed down the idea and said in a low voice: "Jingyao's wound is bleeding. I asked Mrs. Zhang to bake the eel and spray it on the wound to stop bleeding."

That dream is too shameful, she can't say, absolutely can't say, on such a recollection, a face has been red, boiling hot.

Luo Wanyi nodded and looked at Yang Jialan. "Second sister-in-law, although your eel is very valuable, Jingyao is still your nephew. He was injured again yesterday, so he used ten eels. Are you so stubborn?"

Yang Jialan choked at first, but soon jumped up, "sister-in-law, I'm not aiming at you, I'm aiming at metaphor. She didn't even say hello and used my things directly. Is it too impolite and too ungovernable?"