Xia Mingqi frowned and asked his parents: "Really?"

Aunt Xia was helpless: "Xiaolin cried and made a fuss in the yard. She was heard by the neighbors outside and said that you were not at home, and your father and I had no support to bully her. What can I do except promise her? You are not at home for many years and owe her what you already want. But I also have a trick to deal with her. When she goes home and waits for dinner, I won't cook, and take Qinghui to the restaurant with your father."

If you don't believe it, you can't cure her.

Can't be used to it.

Xia Qinghui is six years old this year and only has ten kilograms of food per month. She and Xia’s father combined for fifty kilograms, a total of sixty kilograms. In any case, it is not enough for three adults and one child to eat three meals a day.

Three big and one small one have two kilograms of grain per day, and coarse grain accounts for 70%. What is enough for?

If it weren't for the subsidies that Xia Mingxing and Li Xingxing had been giving them after their marriage, they would have been so hungry that they would have been skinny and bone-to-heart.

The folds between Xia Mingqi's eyebrows became deeper: "I'll have a good talk with her."

He often lives in two places, and he doesn't know what Lin Lan is thinking.

After a pause, he asked, "Dad, mom, do you know what Xiao Lan went to Shanghai some time ago?"

Xia's father blurted out: "Shanghai? When did Xiaolin go to Shanghai? Did he disturb the mistress? I didn't hear that at all. Xiaolin said that she was going back to her parents' home, but your mother heard that she was not at her parents' home at that time. When she came back and asked her, she changed her words and said that she had visited relatives, and she didn't say where she went, but she made your mother angry."

I didn't want my son who had been away for a long time to worry about his family, but Lin Lan was too much.

Although she was devoted to her parents' home in the past, she was weak and could not withstand Aunt Xia's majesty. The only way to get her back is limited. Anyway, it was Xia Mingqi's pocket money, so she would not spend money by herself if she gave it to her!

However, after Xia Mingxing got married, Lin Lan seemed to have become a different person.

Although she was alienated from her parents' home, she did not get close to her in-laws' home. She slept until midnight all day long, dressed up happily, and didn't know what she was doing. If it weren't for sending clothes and shoes to Xia Mingqi every now and then, writing letters to ask about her well-being, she was more concerned about Xia Qinghui than before. The old couple really thought she had an external heart.

Aunt Xia sighed, "Boss, if you can, you can take her to the army!"

"Mom!" Xia Mingqi was surprised.

Aunt Xia raised her hand to stop him from refusing, "I think she is more concerned about you and Qinghui than before. If you live together, you might be better. After all, Xiaolin is young and looks good. You and your husband are different from each other. It is impossible for her to say that she is not wronged. Look at the mistress, and she wishes she will stick together every day."

Xia Mingqi thought to himself: "The level has reached the standard, so I don't know if Xiaolan is willing."

If Lin Lan is really weird as my younger brother said, it is best to put it under his nose to avoid causing trouble for the family and be dealt with in a timely manner.

Xia Mingqi actually felt guilty about Lin Lan.

After a few days of marriage, she left herself. After leaving for more than a year, she left alone to face the strange living environment. So even though she knew that she was particularly close to her parents' home, Xia Mingqi couldn't say anything. She just wisely gave some living expenses, held the big head in her own hands, and gave her parents some living expenses.

Xia Qinghui screamed from the side: "Milk, mama, do you want me anymore? I want to get along with you, eat delicious food and drink spicy food, and don't want to move with my mother to my father's place. She doesn't cook well."

When his father was not here, he and his mother were the only ones?

No, no.

He cannot hand over his precious life to his own mother.
Chapter completed!