The house.

Fang Ping stood in the courtyard with a crutch, facing a low viewing tree, and did not know what he was thinking.

Since he had amputated half a leg, the whole human atmosphere had become duller, without the pride and pride of the past.

In the past, he was old and unsatisfied.Now it is old, and the mind is old.

Xu Pingfei sat in a coffee chair in the backyard, drinking coffee, and talking with her female friends about where to play.Listening to her rattling voice, Fang Ping would occasionally stumble and glared back at her.

Xu Pingfei had been bold for many years, not afraid of him at all, and saw him staring, and turned his eyes on him.

See, flat, extremely flat.

At this time, the doorman called and said that someone was asking for a meeting.Wan Lang saw that he was meditating in the courtyard, and did not disturb him, he went directly to the gate to pick up people.Wan Lang was already a little old, and when he grinded to the gate, it was three or four minutes later.

When the door opened, Wan Lang saw standing outside the door, wearing a suit, hands behind the back, although the appearance has changed, but the temperament is more calm than a few decades ago, the whole person is fierce.

This person is...

I heard his own incredible cry—

“Mr. Light!”

The tone of the wave is uncertain, hidden, and trembling.

He could not believe that the person who had already been pronounced missing and had been kicked out of the name on the household registration would suddenly appear here and stand in front of him.In memory, Mr. Bo Guang's eyebrows are particularly delicate and warm, but in front of this person, although the five senses have not changed much, but the momentum between the eyebrows has become overbearing, overbearing, and inscrutable.

Hearing this sound, Mr. Thin Light, the light of the light was thorny.

The late light stared at the Wanlang steward, looking for clues in the old man's face, which was no longer young, and finally, he remembered.

He sighed, "It's my little brother."

The whole house, there is only the thin light young master, will call him a little brother.All the other ladies and gentlemen, all called his name.

Hearing this little brother, Wanlang's eyes were red, and his hands began to tremble gently.

Packed up the shocked heart, Wan Lang was busy and happy to say to the slow light, "Young Master, fast!Please come in, sir, you are at home now, and you will be glad to know that you are alive!"

He listened to this, but disagreed.He thought it was too early to be happy.

If what Lisa said was true, then what happened to him at that time would certainly have nothing to do with Fang Ping.If that’s the case, Fang Ping never saw himself, just like seeing a ghost.

The waves led the late light into the house.

The house has also changed.When the light was once living here, the Fang family was only in front of the main building, and the living building on the left.Gradually, the younger generation increased, and twenty years ago, the Fang Grandfather expanded the Fang family.

On the basis of the original house of the room, two new buildings were built, one was the small building where Fang Yusheng was located, and the other was the house that once Fang Mu they lived.After Fang Mu's departure, the house now became a servant.

The old house that was once the late light and Fang Pingfan and the average of their brothers live in is now Fang Yuqing and Fang Yu'an living.Occasionally, the average person takes his wife and children home, and he will also settle there.

The late light took some familiar Fangjia in this strange place, and looked at it carefully for a long time, only to say, "It seems that Fang's development is getting better and better now."

"No, no, Fang's has now become a well-known large-scale enterprise in the country, and our family has also become the richest in Binjiang City."Thirty-five years ago, although the Fang family was also a big house, it was not a leading person.

In the past, after several generations of management and operation, Fang's is getting better and better.

It is also gratifying to listen to the light.

If my father were still alive, he would be happy.

"Yes, Dad, he..." According to his age, Fang's grandfather is 102 years old this year, how can he not be still alive.

The eyes of the waves became sad, and the color of the joy on his face also converged a little.

He said, "The old man has been gone for nearly twenty years."

The light nodded, no squeaking.

Wan Lang said, "The old gentleman is buried in the East Mausoleum, and the young master of the thin light can go and see him."

“Naturally.”

Speaking, they finally entered the house.

Xu Pingfei and Fang Ping had already heard the conversation.

Fang Ping did not believe, did not enter the house, still in the yard.Xu Pingfei hung up the phone and walked in with a cup of tea.Just as she had just entered the living room in the back yard, she saw a tall man standing next to the waves.When Xu Pingfei saw the light, the only thought flashed in his mind was -

This person must have looked good when he was young.

Old looks so good.

Xu Pingfei did not look at him for too long, so he withdrew his eyes.She pretended to look at the tea in the cup of eyes, so she took out the style of the mother of the house, looked up, smiled, and smiled at the gentle and gentle identity, and she asked the late thin light, "Is this gentleman?"

When Xu Pingfei married into Fang's family, Fang Yusheng was years old, and naturally he did not know the existence of late light.

And because the old man is really favored by the late light, everyone does not dare to mention the late light in front of him, so the light has become a taboo topic for the family.Xu Pingfei naturally did not know this person.

The late light guessed the identity of this person, and couldn't help but look at both eyes.

What do you say?He could see at a glance that this woman, some flashy, was useless.It can hold the face, but there is not much real material in it.People who have some heart and soul are suitable for marrying such a woman.

No matter what Lisa is.

The light did not speak, and Wan Lang made an introduction to the late thin light.

"Madam, this is the young master of thin light."

The doubt in Xu Pingfei's eyes was not obvious.

Wan Lang said, "Young Master Bo Guangguo is the son of the old gentleman's adoption."

Suffice it to say that Xu Pingfei’s expression finally changed.

She had never heard of an adopted son.She subconsciously looked back at the courtyard, just in time, heard the sound of the square flat refused to return to the head.Fang Ping did not see Xu Pingfei, did not see the waves, his eyes automatically shielded everyone, and firmly pinned on the body of the slow light.

In an instant, the eyes, which were not bright, conditionedly burst into a shock.

But he was soon hidden.

The late light is no longer the experimental mania that once focused on research, and the two ears do not smell the things outside the window.He lived in the cliff for 35 years, and the light also practiced a pair of old spicy and vicious eyes.He directly put Fang Ping's reaction, see clearly, and also instantly reflected the content of him, and analyzed it thoroughly.

He is afraid of himself!

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The wife-in-law's wife is poisonous - pure goblin

In her previous life, she was the princess of Liang Dynasty.Because of the wrong marriage to the wolf, the wrong faith in the cousin, the family broke the country, and lost both parents.At the moment of sinking into the lake of the moon, she insisted that if there was an afterlife, she vowed to let the adulterer and adultereresses cut a thousand knives, and it would be better to die!

The daughter of the soul-attached hunter, losing all her memories, became the wife of the embarrassing Grand Duke of Little Zhifu.

Outsiders said that she was fierce in the face and was born with a kovy.

The outsider, who is more than Sissy, was born with a thin life.

She smiled and looked at the man in front of her: "People are beautiful and poisonous!"

Men do not let go: "Ugly good, born a pair!"

Her teeth bite: “Say who’s ugly?”

“Pray to you!Good-looking skin bags are the same, interesting soul choose one!Believe me, you are one of my best!”

“So that’s why you won’t give me a book when you die?”

"No, it's too much trouble to suister your wife to marry again, and more to give a dowry, more than it's not cost-effective!"