Zhang Ting gently nodded to give up a position.
"Didn’t he sleep all night?" Sit down and look at Deng Laotai. I haven’t looked up at my grandson’s voice. It’s a little choked up
Zhang Ting, um, got one.
"He hasn’t slept since he woke up last night. He has been playing here." Zhang Ting looked at Xiaobao and answered.
"Xiaoting Xiaobao, he, he won’t always be like this, will he?" Mrs. Deng was afraid to hold Zhang Ting’s hand.
Mrs. Deng bit her lip tightly and felt very guilty. It was because of her that Xiaobao became like this that she was sorry for her dead daughter.
"We won’t be asked to talk to him well and take care of him. He will change back." Zhang Ting comforted Mrs. Deng with her hands.
At this moment, Qingqiu’s anxious figure ran into the room, and Qiao face was flustered.
"The old lady, Miss Zhang Ting, a group of people came outside to talk about asking us to return Master Xiaobao to them, or else they will smash us here." Qingqiu stammered.
Mrs. Deng has been full of resentment against the Koreans since she came to her heart.
Now I hear the words of Qing Qiu Lai, and Mrs. Deng is even more angry now
"Damn it, it must be the Han family. Their Han family is really a bully. I want to see how their Han family will smash here." Mrs. Deng angrily turned and walked out.
Zhang Ting in the mind a nasty this Korean family come here must be a bad idea.
Now Mrs. Deng’s suspicion in the past is to send it to suffer.
"Qingqiu, you are here to help me watch Xiaobao. Don’t let him out. I’ll go out to help the old lady." Zhang Ting got up and stopped Qingqiu, who was about to go out.
Qingqiu stopped and the horse nodded to take over Zhang Ting’s position just now.
Zhang Ting glanced at it and didn’t let it scare Xiao Bao. He turned and walked out with a sigh of relief.
Han Lin is yelling here in Hao’s hall.
"Where have people died? Didn’t you see that we’ve been here for so long? What about my grandson? Give him to me quickly." Han Linshi put his hands on his waist and screamed in the hall.
"Before your grandson, you are his grandmother. You are not worthy to be my grandmother, a woman like you." Mrs. Deng disdained the sound and floated in from the outside.
In the hall, bossing Han Lin’s face and horse showed a ferocious expression, staring at the direction of the door and seeing Mrs. Deng come in with her own eyes.
"Mrs. Deng has not seen you for a long time, but I can’t believe that you are so old in a few years." Han Linshi narrowed her eyes and her tone was full of ridicule
Over the past few years, Mrs. Deng has really aged a lot because of her daughter.
"You are not much better than me. How about your son hasn’t got married yet? Is he still thinking about my daughter? You deliberately killed my daughter, and now it seems that God is accepting you. "Mrs. Deng replied with a cold joke that she shot Han Lin’s body with a knife.
Han Lin clenched his fist.
"Where’s Xiaobao? I’m taking him back. He’s my Han Jiasun. He can live in my Han family. Please hand him over quickly." Han Linshi glared at Mrs. Deng and said.
Han Lin’s not Xiaobao, but a Xiaobao, Mrs. Deng, remembered what Xiaobao had become like now.
"Shut up, you still have the face. You don’t deserve Xiaobao’s name. It’s only been half a month since I gave Xiaobao to you, and he let you suffer like that. You are Xiaobao’s grandmother. Why are you so cruel?" Mrs. Deng shouted at Hanlin.
Han Linshi zheng "what did I do? You are such an interesting woman. What did I do? " Han Lin’s mouth crossed a funny expression.
Mrs. Deng clenched her hand and smiled, "What have you done? What have you done by yourself? You don’t even know that you tied Xiaobao to the bed with a cloth in your mouth. You still ask me what I have done. My poor Xiaobao was lively and lovely half a month ago, and now it hurts to look at me without any attention."
At this point, Mrs. Deng burst into tears.
Han Lin’s face flashed guiltily and he explained to himself, "I-I just asked my family not to let Xiao Bao cry. I didn’t know those people would treat Xiao Bao like this."
Mrs. Deng wiped her face with tears and stared at Han Lin’s eyes. "Well, even if your family made Xiaobao like that on their own, didn’t you know it for half a month?"
Han Lin’s more hesitant bowed their heads and dared not look at each other with Mrs. Deng.
Can she say that she hasn’t seen it at any other time in the past half month except Xiaobao’s visit that day?
As soon as she saw that this grandson was so similar to her dead daughter-in-law, she didn’t want to see this grandson again.
"What’s the matter? You can’t speak, can you? " Mrs. Deng looked down and couldn’t say a word. Han Lin’s face was derided.
She can see clearly that this Korean family is not a good person.
"Anyway, anyway, Xiaobao is my Korean family’s blood. He must live in my Korean family." The face of Han Linshi is red and he is arguing with Mrs. Deng.
"Oh, I want to pour beauty" Zhang Ting disdained the sound after Han Lin’s other words.
Then she strode in.
"How come it’s you and my grandson again? Give him back to me quickly." When Han Lin saw Zhang Ting’s horse, she remembered that this woman was one of the people who robbed her grandson yesterday.
