Green Tea Beauty In Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 25

    After Lu Jinhe and Lin Yan separated, they went directly to the county.

    Walked to a row of tube towers and stopped in front of the third house. It should have been specially left for him. The door was not bolted from the inside. Lu Jinhe pushed the door directly and walked in.

    As soon as he entered the house, he pounced on a little boy about three years old. Seeing him, the little boy exclaimed with great joy: "Uncle, you are here, I miss you so much in Ping An!"

    The child named Ping is the son of Lu Yuqiu, cousin of Lu Jinhe, who is exactly three years old this year.

    Lu Jinhe hugged Ping An, lifted him up and turned around, then stretched out his hand to gently pull on his round cheek, and laughed rarely: "Did you listen to your mother?"

    "Ping is very safe ." Obedient." The Ping An chicken nodded like a peck.

    Ping An looks like his mother, with big eyes, a round face, and Yuxue cute.

    He is also very smart and early-minded. He knows why his uncle came here this time. Pulling his uncle's sleeves, pointing to the inside, he whispered, "Mom is crying..."

    Lu Jinhe's expression sank, and his head was in peace. Touched on it. He took out a handful of white rabbit toffee and the bamboo dragonfly he made for Ping An from his pocket, and said: "Ping An, you go to the next door Aunt Wang’s house to play for a while. Uncle has something to tell your mother."

    Ping An nodded obediently. While taking the candy from Lu Jinhe's wide palm, he said, "This one is for Sister Yanyan from Wang's house, this one is for peace, and the rest of the uncles can give it to mother. Tell your mother that you can no longer eat sugar candies. I'm crying."

    If he usually cries, that's what his mother told him.

    Lu Jinhe nodded: "Okay, uncle must say."

    "Retract!" Ping'an stretched out a short little finger.

    Lu Jinhe also stretched out his little finger and hooked the rubbed little finger, listening to the sound of Ping An's breasts, muttering milkily, "Hanging on the hook, one year...no, one hundred years will not change, whoever changes and who is little... Fight (dogs)!"

    After saying this, Ping An went to Aunt Wang's house without a hitch.

    Lu Jinhe watched his nephew enter the neighboring Wang's house, the only smile on his face disappeared without a trace. Seeing the mess in the room, the sofa was turned upside down, the kettle was broken...

    His hands were clenched into fists.

    After leaving safely, Lu Yuqiu walked out of the room. There was no light in the room and it was very dim. She had just walked into the living room and couldn't get used to it for a while, and her eyes trembled.

    Her hair was just like that, trying to block the wound on her face.

    But this time she was beaten on the cheekbones and the corners of her mouth, even if her hair was draped down, it was still obvious. Lu Jinhe clearly saw that her cheekbones had been beaten with bruises, the corners of her mouth had also been broken, and her hands had several wounds.

    Lu Jinhe's face was frighteningly cold, he punched the wall hard, making a muffled noise, but he didn't even wrinkle his brows.

    "He hit you again?"

    Lu Yuqiu was sitting on the sofa with his hands in his hair, his body trembling involuntarily. As soon as she spoke, the wound at the corner of her mouth began to hurt: "He came back to ask for money, and opened his mouth for two hundred. When I said no, he started smashing things and scared Ping An to cry. Then he went to look through the cabinet and I refused to let him. He turned it over, and he started beating me..."