The village chief looked at Zhao Yang, stepped forward, and said helplessly, "What you said is wrong.
When Wulang of the Chi family divorced you, he made it clear at that time that the child is his family.
Goro’s.”
Chi Hang stepped forward to protect Lin Guyu and fought aside.
After waiting for him to finish this series of actions, he remembered that Lin Guyu was a much better fighter than Zhao Yang.
"I won't give you the child."
Chi Hang frowned, looking at Zhao Yang's look, feeling indescribably bored.
Chi Hang didn't want to think about the past anymore.
In the past, it was because he saw Zhao Yang nurturing the child with his own hands that Chi Hang agreed to what Zhou said and wrote a letter of divorce to Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang looked up at Chi Hang arrogantly and looked at Chi Hang with disdain.
The disgust in his eyes was obvious, "What good can my child do by following you?"
Zhao Yang looked back at the dilapidated adobe wall and said funnyly, "When I get married over there and wear gold and silver, I can take better care of Dou Sha.
How about you?"
"What do you do to take care of the bean paste?"
Zhao Yang said, pointing at Lin Guyu's face, and asked funnyly, "Can this woman really treat my son well?
She may pretend to be nice to my son now, but in the future, Can you say she will always be good to my son?”
Lin Guyu stood aside holding bean paste, frowning, Zhao Yang's words sounded really harsh.
"You can't say it anymore," Zhao Yang raised his lips arrogantly, patted his chest vigorously, and said solemnly to the people around him, "I am Douzha's biological mother, no matter what I do, I will be good to my son no matter what, right?"
This is well said.
How could there be a mother in this world who treats her children badly?
Dou Sha buried her face in Lin Guyu's neck, sobbing softly.
"So, in order to prevent my son from being wronged, I want to take my son away.
You have no objections, right?"
Zhao Yang glanced at Mrs.
Zhou with a smile and said proudly, "You don't have a good wife like me to serve you anymore." , look at your face now, it’s really ugly.”
Zhou's face turned pale with anger.
She was furious because of the family separation a few days ago.
Now she finally recovered.
After being angered by Zhao Yang again, she was so angry that she covered her chest and couldn't breathe.
"I will not give my son to you."
Chi Hang stood aside and protected Lin Guyu behind him.
"You can go alone if you wear gold and silver.
No one wants to go with you."
"You want to go with me, but I'm not willing yet," Zhao Yang glanced at Chi Hang with disdain, and then said, "I am only willing to take my son with me.
In the future, my son will also share some of the property. " "Nothing you say will work," Zhao Yang rolled his eyes at Chi Hang, his eyes fell on Dou Sha in Lin Guyu's arms, and then he said, "Let the child tell you whether he is willing to follow me."
Matchmaker Xu walked up to Zhao Yang, looked at everyone with a smile, and said in a good-tempered way, "When my aunt is over there, there is no mistress, and I only have her as my aunt.
Life is good these days."
"Dou Sha," Zhao Yang looked at Dou Sha with a smile, his voice softened a lot, "Are you willing to go with mother?"
Lin Guyu felt that the bean paste in his arms was shaking even more violently.
He looked up at Zhao Yang and sighed helplessly.
How afraid was Douzha of that woman?
He was so frightened just by hearing that woman speak.
That woman was his own mother.
Lin Guyu gently patted Dou Sha's back to comfort him.
"That's my son, put it down."
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Zhao Yang pointed at Lin Guyu's nose and said something fierce, then suddenly remembered Lin Guyu's methods and silently retracted his hand, "Put my son down."
Lin Guyu leaned close to Dou Sha's ear and asked softly, "Dou Sha, would you like to follow your mother, or stay with your father?"
Dou Sha's body trembled slightly, and she immediately held Lin Guyu's hand harder, not daring to raise her eyes.
"I advise you to leave as soon as possible," Chi Hang looked at Zhao Yang with a cold face, breathed a sigh of relief, and said coldly, "otherwise, we will go see the official now."
As he said that, Chi Hang pointed at Douzha's face and said with a cold face, "What did you do to the child's face?"
Lin Guyu reached out and pulled Chi Hang's arm, and looked at Zhao Yang angrily, "When you did it, you didn't think that he was your son, so you didn't know how to be gentle."
"You marry someone to raise a child.
They must have children.
Do you think you can take good care of your son if you marry someone?"
Lin Guyu looked at Zhao Yang with some humor and said calmly, "You have all your time."
As a man, how can you have time to take care of your children?"
After listening to Lin Guyu's words, Matchmaker Xu came close to Zhao Yang and whispered, "Auntie, don't worry about this matter.
It's okay to wait until you can stand firm and then pick up the young master."
Zhao Yang was dressed in a red dress, as beautiful as fire.
He stretched out his hand to move the broken hair on his forehead to one side, thinking thoughtfully.
The people around looked at the clothes Zhao Yang was wearing and were all sighing.
They didn’t know which rich family Zhao Yang was married to.
What he was wearing was silk and satin, and he was wearing a pair of peacock thread beaded hibiscus soft-soled shoes. , her hair is messy, and she looks at the gold earrings on her ears, but they are not cheap.
"That's fine," Zhao Yang looked at Chi Hang's face that was scratched by her, turned his head arrogantly to the side, and said angrily, "I'll go back today, and I will come back."
Zhao Yang said, raised his hand to straighten his hair, bumped into Song directly, and then walked away.
Seeing that Zhao Yang had left, Matchmaker Xu quickly chased after him.
Mrs.
Zhou said a few polite words to everyone, and then asked Lin Guyu to follow Chi Hang to the Chi family's main room.
Lin Guyu kept holding Douzha, his arms hurt terribly.
He waited until he was in the yard and then put Douzha down.
Mrs.
Zhou sat on a chair in the yard, watching Douzha clinging to Lin Guyu's side, waving to Douzha, "Dousha, come here, come to grandma."
Dou Sha grabbed Lin Guyu's clothes and refused to let go.
Her face was wrinkled and her eyes were red, looking pitiful.
"Hurry over there."
Lin Guyu looked at Dou Sha's appearance and said, "I won't leave, so I'll stay here."
After listening to Lin Guyu's words, Douzha still held on to Lin Guyu's clothes, unwilling to let go.
Lin Guyu reached out and touched Dou Sha's little head, smiled slightly, and led Dou Sha towards Zhou.
Even when she walked to Mrs.
Zhou's side, Dou Sha leaned against Lin Guyu, with her small mouth pursed and tears hanging on her long eyelashes, looking at Ms.
Zhou pitifully.
Zhao Yang didn't know how to be gentle when he started, and the bean paste half of his face was already boiling.
Zhou looked at Dou Sha's face distressedly and raised her hand to touch it.
Dou Sha's body stepped back and huddled behind Lin Guyu.
Lin Guyu reached out and touched Dou Sha's head, looked up at Mrs.
Zhou, and said softly, "Mother-in-law, I want to go back and apply a compress on his face."
Zhou sighed softly, and suddenly remembered the way Lin Guyu kicked Zhao Yang.
She took back her hand with lingering fear and sat on the chair nearby, "Okay, you can go back first."
Lin Guyu nodded slightly, then left with Dou Sha in his arms.
Zhou looked at Chi Hang standing in the yard and sighed softly, "You should pay more attention to her on weekdays.
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You never know when she will become like Zhao Yang."
"No."
Chi Hang listened to Zhou's words and inexplicably remembered Zhao Yang crying and scratching his face, "Gu Yu is not that kind of person."
"Please pay attention to the matter of Zhao Yang.
She must not let her take away the children of our Lao Chi family."
Mrs.
Zhou said with a cold face, "I can't live long in this body, and I can't control much."
It’s okay, you can take care of it yourself.”
"Mother," Chi Hang felt a little uncomfortable when he heard what Zhou said, "You are in good health.
Gu Yu said that nothing will happen to you."
Mrs.
Song was sitting in a small room nearby, sewing Zhou's clothes in her hands.
Listening to what Chi Hang said, she raised her eyes and glanced at Chi Hang.
"You are used to trusting that girl.
If she sells your son, you won't know where to cry," Zhou said angrily.
Chi Hang frowned.
He had been with Lin Guyu for so long, and he knew what kind of person Lin Guyu was.
"Gu Yu is not the person you said she is," Chi Hang couldn't help but defended.
Listening to what Chi Hang said, Mrs.
Song's face became even more ugly and she said angrily, "Look at your face like this.
She didn't even ask you a question.
She pretended to like bean paste and went back to watch. child" Hearing what Song said, Chi Hang nodded and then left.
When Chi Hang returned to the yard, he saw Lin Guyu holding a towel and applying bean paste on his face.
"Does it still hurt?"
Chi Hang walked up to Douzha, squatted down, and reached out to touch Douzha's face.
Chi Hang didn't ask, but it was okay.
Dou Sha finally stopped crying.
Listening to his words, tears fell silently.
The lonely look made people feel distressed.
Lin Guyu turned his head and glanced at Chi Hang, and said angrily, "My face is like that, and I don't even know how to avoid it."
Chi Hang rubbed his head uncomfortably, and when he was about to explain, he saw Lin Guyu dragging Dou Sha directly into the house.
Hesitantly stood up and walked into the room.
Chi Hang saw that Lin Guyu's expression was a little ugly and his hair was disheveled.
He picked up the comb on the dressing table and walked behind Lin Guyu, "Let me comb your hair."
"No need."
Lin Guyu turned sideways slightly and rejected Chi Hang without hesitation.
Chi Hang's hand holding the comb stopped in mid-air and looked at Lin Guyu with some confusion.
"What's wrong?"
Chi Hang looked at Lin Guyu hesitantly, not knowing what he had done wrong.
As if his chest was blocked, Lin Guyu raised his eyes to look at Chi Hang and looked away angrily
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