"Where does the retired man live?" Asked Lord Zhan.

Guan Xiao said: "a farmer's family on the outskirts of the south of the city."

"Take me now."

"Yes."

Guan Xiao drives to the suburbs with Zhan hanjue and Ye Feng. On the road, the Baron always felt his heart beat very violently. He seldom had such tension.

"Guan Xiao, drive fast." Han Jue urged.

Guan Xiao drove the car to the maximum speed, and the roar went away.

Soon, the farm's black tile roof came into view.

When Rolls Royce was parked in front of the farmhouse, the view reflected rows of golden corn fishing under the eaves.

A young woman with a round face, a bloated body and a slightly protruding stomach is gathering corn on her toes. Remember the website m.luoqiuzw.com

when he saw the pregnant woman with a red face, his eagle eyes narrowed slightly.

After Guan Xiao and Ye Feng get off the bus, the warlord is still watching the young woman. Seems to be lost in thought.

"President." Ye Feng opened his door and gave a gentle cry.

Zhan hanjue takes back his eyes, but gives Ye Feng a wonderful task. "Later, you can help me to ask her about what she ate during her pregnancy, and write it down for me."

Lord Zhan pushed his wheelchair forward.

Guan Xiao pulls Ye Feng and asks, "how can the president delegate such a wonderful task to you?"

Ye Feng said with a smile: "Miss Yan is pregnant, what she eats and vomits. The president is probably envious of the pregnant woman's broad-minded and fat body, so deliberately learn from her

Guan Xiao was stunned, "is Miss Yan pregnant? When did it happen? Didn't they break up? "

Ye Feng said a few whispers at the mouth of Guan Xiao, and Guan Xiao was simply stunned.

Exclaimed: "Miss Yan is powerful!"

Zhan hanjue saw two people did not follow up, handsome face dark. "Do you two dare to talk about me again? Believe it or not, I'll throw you to the women's club?"

Guan Xiao and Ye Feng are so frightened that they are sweating and drooping their heads and dare not speak again.

The young woman saw a guest coming home and called out to the man in the room, "Anan, there is a guest."

Out of the room came a charming peasant man, dressed in a black Mandarin coat, his exposed arms were tanned by the sun.

Seeing Zhan hanjue and them, Anan was stunned at first, then grinned and said, "you are here. My mother's illness is just getting better. I'm trying to inform you these days

The warlord was slightly surprised. This Anan misunderstood them as the group in front?

It seems that those people in front have not shown their true features!

The warlord will be wrong. Nodding, he said, "can you take us to meet the old man?"

Anan reached out and said, "please."

Several people moved to the old man's bedroom.

Anan introduced his mother to them: "my mother is nearly 80 years old, although some dementia, but the eyes, ears are very good."

The old man was very calm when he entered the room. But after seeing the warlord, he crawled to the corner of the bed in fear, shaking into a sieve: "young master, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Then he crawled to the front of the cold Lord again. The dry pupil sobbed, but there was no tear left. "Master, please forgive me. I didn't expect that to happen."

The old man must have mistaken him for his father zhanting city.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you?" The tone of his voice was like that of a young war court city.

The old lady said something vague, "it's me who told the secret like the master... Sob, I'm wrong."

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