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"Uncle Zhong remembers all the jokes I made." Can't you tell that I'm playing with that silly girl? "

Yan XIubai's face darkened as a chill spread out from his body. He mocked in a displeased tone, "Looks like it's a waste of talent to let Uncle Zhong drive the car for me.

Last week, the Yan family opened a mental illness rehabilitation treatment center, just short of manpower. Since you have so much to say and you like to speculate on other people's minds for no reason, why not transfer you over? He cleaned the bathroom during the day and spent the night chatting with the patients. He analyzed how well they had recovered. "This way, we can both fully display our talents and lead a more fulfilling life. What do you think?"

The temperature suddenly dropped, causing a shiver to run through Uncle Zhong.

His voice wasn't loud either, how could he have been caught! The little ancestor's hearing was really getting stronger and stronger.

Uncle Zhong knew that his young master was cold-hearted and did not give face to anyone. If he were to be transferred to the hospital, he would have to suffer so much during the day and night. Therefore, he shrunk his neck and quickly admitted his wrongs.

I'm sorry, Old Zhong. The driver's job is not bad, can take care of you in close proximity, but is not too tired, I am especially happy every day, and even intend to retire! "In the future, I will be careful not to send me away.

The youth coldly harrumphed and didn't speak again.

Actually, Yan Xibai understood that some of what Uncle Zhong said was true. He was naturally cool, and his emotions were never affected. Furthermore, he had sworn that, other than a few close relatives, he would not have any true feelings towards anyone else.

Today's actions were indeed an exception.

However, this was nothing. Helping her was just a spur of the moment thing. After he finished filming the reality show, he immediately went back. In this lifetime, the two of them would never have the chance to meet again.

When Yan Xiubai walked into the house of the village chief, there were seven or eight people standing in the courtyard. They were between ten and seventeen years old, and all of them were well-dressed. It was obvious at a glance that it was a child from the city.

Seeing that the young master of the Yan family had arrived, the director, assistant director, and staff all came over to greet him.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the executive director stood in front and began introducing everyone to the footage and sequence of filming.

At the same time, Green Bamboo was singing happily as it walked on the village road. In fact, she wasn't sure which classmate Feng Zhiling went to, so she could only search one home at a time.

All along the way, her mind was full of what had just happened. There were even times when he secretly thought how great it would be if he really had such a cousin.

Green Bamboo ran five times before finally finding his cousin.

He was sitting on the edge of the brick bed with two poker cards in his hands. He was playing "Draw a Bastard"! He was in the mood to play, so naturally, his cousin didn't want him to go back. After dawdling for a long time, he acted shamelessly and refused to leave no matter what.

It wasn't until she had brought out her aunt to frighten him that Pillar nodded reluctantly.

When his cousin and his younger brother returned home, Qu Shufen had already tidied up the house. Because the umbrella was lost, the green bamboo was ruthlessly scolded.

She kept her head down, still listening.

Pillar tilted his head and kept shaking his legs, gloating and thinking:

This ugly bastard deserved it!

When he was playing poker, he saw that he was about to win, but he was interrupted by the green bamboo. Now that he saw her being lectured, he felt extremely satisfied in his heart.

After cursing for nearly ten minutes, Qu Shufen snappily said:

"From today onwards, you will sleep in the kitchen. He went to pack up first and then made dinner. Remember to cook a few more dishes. "

"Alright." The green bamboo stealthily slowed down, and swiftly took off and hung up the bag on his body.

She looked down and saw that her body was dry. He rubbed it vigorously a few times, then wiped it with a wet towel before turning around and heading back to the kitchen.

On the floor beside the stove, there was a messy pile of things — a bamboo pillow, a mattress, and a thin blanket.

The floor would be made in the evening, and now they had to cook here.

Therefore, she squatted on the floor, folded her luggage, tied it with hemp rope and left it in a corner for the time being.

The green bamboo washed his hands, put on his half-new apron and began to busy himself with dinner.

At present, the Xu pearl home has two rooms. One south, one north. The two doors faced each other.

One of them had been renovated from an old house. After the clinic was closed, the inner and outer rooms were opened up. Xu Zhu and Qing Zhu lived inside. Originally, he had arranged this to take into account the fact that the two of them were old and young, living together so that they could take care of each other.

There was another room that Qiu Hai had built when he was married a few years ago.

Since he was going to entertain the guests this time, he naturally couldn't appear too shabby.

Qu Shufen poured out her own room and cleaned it inside out, preparing to use it as a temporary guest room. Not only had he changed the matting on the new kang, but he had also found a ceramic vase and inserted some wild flowers into it.

In order to prevent her naughty son from barging in and messing up the room that she had finally tidied up, she had even specially made a lock to the door from the outside.

This room was reserved for guests. The couple and pillar would temporarily go to the other room to squeeze in with Xu Yingzhu while the bamboo would go to the kitchen to make a bed.

As a result, the luggage was thrown into the kitchen before the green bamboo returned. Qu Shufen thought that they wouldn't be able to stay in the television station for long anyway. It wouldn't be a big deal to let that small oil bottle stay in the kitchen for only a few days.

Xu knew in her heart that the kitchen floor was relatively cold, the doors and windows were not securely nailed, and there was a constant leakage of air into the kitchen. In fact, it's not very suitable for living. However, she had recently suffered from rheumatism, and her body was extremely uncomfortable. He had already expended quite a bit of effort just to exchange a few words with Qu Shufen. He really couldn't be bothered to argue with his daughter-in-law about such trivial matters.

In any case, Qingzhu was not her person, so there was no need for her to meddle in other people's business. As such, she allowed Qu Shufen to freely arrange for her to lie down in her room to rest.

Green Bamboo was cooking in the kitchen by himself. He was so busy that he hit the back of his head with his foot.

Qu Shufen called the pillar to her side and told him that someone was coming to film the television and not to run around and mess things up. After repeatedly telling him a few times, he finally sent him to the old house to do his homework.

The woman stayed in the yard and continued to feed the chickens with the plastic basin. When she was done, she stuck her head into the room and curled her lips in disgust.

Since she didn't want to be in the same room as her mother-in-law, Qu Shufen decided to sit at the opposite side of the door and chat with the young lady for a while. She took off her sleeves, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and leisurely went to visit.

Not long after Qu Shufen left, Qiu Hai returned. He lost money playing cards outside and was very upset. He wanted to go back to his room to sleep, but someone had locked the door.

He went back to the old house and saw that his mother and son were there. One was asleep on the kang, the other was at his desk, engrossed in something.

Qiu Hai walked towards the pillar with light steps. He found a pencil sharpener in the pillar's hand, cutting the newly bought eraser into countless small pieces of tofu. He was having a great time playing with it.

The name of the pillar was Qiu Fuzhu. He loved to be mischievous and mischievous since he was young.

In school, he was the student who caused the most headaches for the teachers. At home, he was the precious child of an elder, and almost everyone in the family was accustomed to him. With good food and drink, he was usually the first to arrive.

Especially Xu Zhu, she really wanted to take this precious grandson of hers to heaven.

There was only one person who could stop the pillar — Qu Shufen.

The entire village knew that his mother had a bad temper. As long as he wasn't a little bit obedient to her, he would be able to turn her into an eggplant skin color within minutes.