The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ishimatsu looked at Yusheng and frowned and said: "Master Xiao didn't mean that. ”

“Needless to say, I know.” Yousheng didn't even want to hear what Ishimatsu said. He would rather hear from his aunt than talk to his parents. They wouldn't care anyway.

Jomo saw Yusheng like this, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, didn't know how to persuade Yusheng.

“Yousheng, are you mistaken? ”

“No, Brother Po, I went back to play with the beans. He must have gone back with his uncle.” Yousheng glanced around and didn't see the beans, he said immediately.

“You…”

“Sheng 'er, where are you going?” The royal wind looked at Yusheng and asked.

“Do you still care where I go?” Yousheng lowered his eyes and said casually.

The royal wind frowned and looked at his son: "What are you talking about? ”

Yousheng looked up at the royal wind and was not afraid of him at all. Whether he was angry or not, he said directly: “Aren't you? Since when do you care what I do? I can study, practice martial arts, you throw all the aunts. Since when have you ever cared about me? ”

No matter how good they are, they can learn a lot.

Is it in his heart that the royal wind looks at his son with dismay?

“Sheng 'er, is that what you think? ”

“What else am I supposed to think? You don't care what I tell you. What's the point of asking this now? You're my father, and I always knew that, but since you don't want to ask about me, don't worry about where I'm going.” Ready to go straight up after that.

“Bang”, the royal wind slapped on Yusheng's face.

He looked at his hand and regretted it. He was supposed to know his son, but now he's beating people up. This...

“Sheng 'er, I...”

“Do you want to fight again? Don't hit me first.” Yousheng lowered his head and did not go to see the royal wind. After saying this, he ran away.

Stone relaxed and went after him. Jomo frowned and looked at the royal wind: “Uncle, why are you here to see Yusheng? Is that why you came here to hit him? ”

“I'm not. ”

“Yousheng is much more sensitive than you think. Xiaomu, you go to your mother. I will go after Yousheng. ”

“I'll be right there.” Xiao Mu rushed out, and Qiaomo chased him in the direction of Yusheng's run.

The royal wind looked at his hands and his eyes were a little stunned. How could he do this when he hit Sung Er?

Shi Song caught up with Yusheng and quickly reached out and held him down: “Sheng 'er, Master didn't mean it, don't be angry, okay? ”

“Out of the way.” Yousheng couldn't even hear what Ishimatsu said. He just looked at him and said it cold.

“Sheng 'er, you...”

“I told you to step aside, didn't you hear?” Yousheng's face is tight and his mind is full of things about the royal wind beating him.

Jomo then chased him up: "Ishimatsu, you do your thing, I'll take care of Yousheng. If my mother comes, you tell her we're here. ”

“Okay.”

When Ishimatsu left, Jomo looked at Yusheng: “Uncomfortable? ”

“Isn't that why he doesn't like me?” The royal voice hoarsely asked.

Jomo's brow was slightly wrinkled: "Why do you think your uncle doesn't like you? ”

“He would never play with us like an uncle, and he would never listen to me like an uncle. Every time I stick to my aunt, she wouldn't be angry, but unlike him, he would be particularly angry, and my mother wouldn't like me. Many times I wonder, why don't you like me giving birth to me?” They used to like him very much, but I don't know when, they didn't care about him anymore. Just throw him to aunt and uncle and ask nothing. He's really depressed. Is he that much of a pain in the ass?