Four-year-old milk bag: Kick away the villain brother

Mr. Jing immediately began blowing his beard and staring.

His eyes searched around, and then quickly locked his eyes on Han Meimei's father not far away.

By the way, it's him!It must be him!

Jiang Ye blinked, and couldn't help talking to Xiaotuanzi again: "This old man is also very good."

Xiaotuanzi finally seemed to have the patience to answer him. She nodded to Jiang Ye seriously, and then stared at Mr. Jing intently.

Jiang Ye: "..." Who can tell him, who is the attribute of this little highness who is addicted to eating melons at a young age?

"Then..." Jiang Ye wanted to say something more.

Xiaotuanzi "shush" at him very seriously, signaling him to watch carefully and not to keep talking.

Jiang Ye suddenly became quiet.

Han Meimei's father noticed Mr. Jing's gaze and was secretly happy.This is the Jing family!

But the next second, he couldn't be happier.

I saw Mr. Jing walking towards him angrily.

"Boy from the Zuo family, give way."

Zuo Zhe understood immediately, and quickly made way for Mr. Jing.

"Mr. Jing..." Before Han Meimei's father could finish speaking, he was interrupted sharply.

"It's you who beat up our little ancestor?" Mr. Jing said in a very firm tone.

Zuo Zhe stood aside with a smile on his lips.

"No! You didn't see the parent of the child just now! How could I?"

"It must be poor people like them who can do such a thing!" Han Meimei's father anxiously wanted to blame Zuo Zhe.

So the logic starts to become a little unclear.

"You mean, it's all his fault?" Mr. Jing pointed at Zuo Zhe with the crutch in his hand.

Han Meimei's father nodded again and again: "Yes! Mr. Jing, you know that only poor people like them dare to do anything to the young ancestors of the Jing family!"

"Don't we all have to rely on you, old man?" Han Meimei's father had a flattering smile on his face.

"What did you say!?" When the bewitching ghost heard this, he immediately exploded.

At the same time, Mr. Jing immediately exploded!

"Presumptuous! Who is Zuo Zhe? My old man doesn't know better than you?!"

"This kid Zuo Zhe is a real and honest kid!" Mr. Jing pointed at Zuo Zhe with a sincere expression on his face: "You are slandering this honest kid with empty words!"

Zuo Ping was stunned behind him, if he hadn't followed Zuo Zhe for so many years, he would have believed it.

Honest boy, which of these four words has something to do with the president?

Zuo, honest child, Zhe also had a big smile on the corner of his mouth at this moment. He rubbed Xiaotuanzi's head, and then hugged Xiaotuanzi up.

So that Xiaotuanzi can see the play more clearly.

Xiaotuanzi's eyes were unblinking, looking extremely serious.

She nodded repeatedly as she listened, this Grandpa Jing has a good eye, he can tell at a glance that her little uncle is an honest man!

And the bewitching ghost pulled Zuo Ping beside him, smiling sincerely: "Hey, can you give me a hug?"

The main reason is that he is too tall. He is a child, so it is really inconvenient to watch a play.

The bewitching ghost looked at Zuo Ping. If Zuo Ping disagreed, he could only climb on the back of Mr. Jing to watch.

Han Meimei's father finally realized that something was wrong. He pointed at Zuo Zhe's trembling hand: "Mr. Jing, is he...?"

Zuo Zhe hugged Xiaotuanzi, his voice was gentle and indifferent: "I am an honest boy."

Han Meimei's father: "..."

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