Chapter 278 Everyone Loves Grandpa Mao

Father Zhao laughed at some of his drinking buddies: "Look at my girl, she has a pretty temper."

The so-called uncles were also laughing there, sweeping Yange from time to time, narrowing their eyes as if looking at the goods: "Old Zhao, you are really lucky, look at your daughter, how white your skin is, and how tall you are." Well, you are really a blessing that you cultivated in your previous life."

"If I had such a daughter, I would wake up laughing in my dreams, no wonder you tried so hard to repent and want to get out of prison, old Zhao."

"Old Zhao, I really envy you. You are so blessed to have such a daughter in your life."

Zhao's father also laughed: "Yes, for such a daughter, I have become a man and a woman. Such a good girl, how can I not be precious."

Yan Ge watched their glasses of wine collide, and their words gradually became unscrupulous. Slowly, she also turned around, knowing why Father Zhao called Zhao Xiaomei home today.

I thought it was money, but now it seems that it is more than money.

Zhao's mother was cooking vegetables and dumplings in the kitchen, because Zhao's father said she was neither male nor female, so when serving the dishes, the other three men kept staring at her.

Zhao's mother hung her head, wishing she could get into the hole, and when she entered the kitchen, she didn't forget to stare at Yan Ge again.

One of the taller and fatter Uncle Wang drank another bottle of beer, then poured another glass of white wine, stood up, walked to the sofa where Yan Ge was sitting, and asked Yan Ge with a smile: "How old is this year, what grade?"

He said this, and touched Yange's hand: "Look at this tender little hand, it looks much better than those who get married and have children..."

But before he could touch Yange, Yange suddenly turned his head and stared at him.

The corners of his lips curled up into a half-smile.

That gaze was too penetrating, as if a sword had been smashed into his eyes, not only dazzling, but also with a sharp and murderous aura.

The chubby Uncle Wang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately his hand touched the back of Yange's hand, and then he jumped up like an electric shock.

I wanted to cry out the pain, but I looked down at my hands, but there was nothing on them.

Could it be that just now, it was his illusion?

After drinking a glass of white wine, Father Zhao raised his head and said to Yan Ge, "Your Uncle Wang asked you something, why didn't you answer it?"

Dissatisfied.

Uncle Wang laughed, and reached out to pat Yange's shoulder: "It's normal for a little girl to be afraid of life, it's all right, old Zhao, don't scare her."

He touched Yange's shoulder, and this time he let out a scream.

Several other people hurriedly stood up and asked him what's wrong?

What's wrong?

Uncle Wang's hand was still in pain, and he couldn't tell what was wrong with him. Just now, it seemed like an ant was devouring and biting his palm. The pain at that moment made him drenched in cold sweat. An illusion.

He couldn't help looking at Yange. The little girl was sitting on the sofa, thin and frail, and was concentrating on watching TV. This must have nothing to do with the little girl.

Could it be that there was something wrong with his hand?

The episode is quickly overwhelmed by everyone, and the men continue drinking.

Mother Zhao greeted Yan Ge to the kitchen, and brought Yan Ge a bowl full of dumplings.

The kitchen door was not closed, and the voices of the men outside were very noisy. Mother Zhao glanced at the door, and said to Yan Ge coldly, "Eat."

Yan Ge took the chopsticks, and under Zhao's mother's gaze, he was about to put a dumpling into his mouth, but the next moment, the chopsticks were loosened, and the dumpling fell into the bowl.