He walked over and put his arm around Yang's mother's shoulders, and together they went into the kitchen to help: "Mom, those annoying people are gone, we can eat by ourselves, Zhiyu is going to have a job, let's celebrate."

"It's time to celebrate, it's time to celebrate."

Lin Zhiyu was only seventeen years old when he went to the countryside. He was fair-skinned, gentle-tempered, polite and never uttered curse words. Father Yang and Mother Yang really felt sorry for him, and even their own son Yang Jiang had to step aside.

When Yang Jiang came back from the fields, he heard that his brother-in-law's family had come and gone.

Yang Jiang's personality is like Yang's father, he is very upright, commonly known as one-minded. He has never felt that there is anything wrong with his parents being kind to his brother-in-law.

Perhaps people who are not good at reading naturally admire and envy scholars. He admired Lin Zhiyu very much. Especially after knowing that the Lin family was not good to his brother-in-law, he was still afraid that his sister would bully his brother-in-law, so he always helped his brother-in-law talk about his sister.

"It doesn't matter if these people leave. If I'm at home, I'll beat them until their teeth are all over the floor. Brother-in-law, if anyone bullies you in the future, tell me and I'll protect you."

Lin Zhiyu poured a glass of wine for his father-in-law, and then for his brother-in-law. He also filled up his own glass and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll leave the fight to you."

Father Yang picked up the wine glass and drank half a sip. After putting down the wine glass, he glared at his son: "With your father at home, how can you let those people bully your brother-in-law?"

"Hey, dad, you have to obey me! If we want to fight, it has to be your son and me. Look at my arms." Yang Jiang laughed to offend his dad, and raised his arm to pat the knot on his arm.

, showing the power of youth.

Yang Liu walked in with chicken soup. He frowned when he heard this. He glanced at his brother who was tall but careless and sighed in his heart.

Forget it, the brother's matter is not urgent at this moment. After Lin Zhiyu's job is settled, we will find a way to solve the matter between his brother and that woman.

The family finished the meal happily, Yang's mother took her grandson to take a nap, and Yang Liu went to the kitchen to wash dishes. She was a little used to the old-fashioned earthen stove, but she was inexplicably happy. All this made her feel real!

This time, you must live well!

After finishing cleaning, she came out and found that there was no sound at all, so she went back to her house.

Lin Zhiyu didn't know whether it was due to the popularity of the Lin family or because he had a job. He drank two more drinks today and fell asleep on the bed.

Yang Liu walked over, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Lin Zhiyu, who was sleeping soundly. His slightly parted lips smelled of alcohol as he breathed, and a hand with sharp bones was placed on his forehead!

This man is good-looking and has an elegant temperament. He is really suitable for standing on the podium!

She was lying on her side next to Lin Zhiyu. In his sleep, Lin Zhiyu subconsciously turned over and took her into his arms.

Yang Liu lay quietly, thinking about how long it had been since she slept with Lin Zhiyu?

Lin Zhiyu in her previous life was a little blurry in her mind, only him throwing himself on her and whispering. Yang Liu understood that it was actually his question, unwilling to follow her wandering!

She didn't know how long it had passed, but she heard a sound in the yard, and then she got up gently and covered him with a thin quilt. Even in the middle of summer, the mud house in the countryside was still a little cold.

I straightened my hair and clothes, then opened the door and went out, and saw my father sitting under the eaves smoking a cigarette.

Yang Liu walked over and squatted in front of his father, raised his head and looked at him: "Dad, smoke less, this smoke is harmful to your body."

She rarely spoke so softly. Father Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he took another drag on the cigarette. The sparks quickly flew up, and then they were thrown to the ground and stamped out with his feet.

Then he took out a stack of money from his pocket, one of which was ten yuan, and the others were five yuan, two yuan, and one yuan.
Chapter completed!