"I tell you! Don''t think of my little uncle. You should treat her as me. No, just like your ancestors. Can you hear me!" Yan zongchen was worried. Little martial uncle is everyone''s little martial uncle. The whole school agreed. No one can think of her!!

    His answer was the sound of closing the door. The car went away, leaving Yan zongchen swallowing the exhaust behind.

    "Cough, cough, little rabbit! You still want to marry my little martial uncle. Dream!" Yan zongchen went back while coughing. His mobile phone crackled. He soon got a message that he planned to study in No. 7 middle school and bought a house!!!

    No, he has to continue to adjust his grandson''s schedule!!

    **

    In recent days, Lin Qiang gets up at five o''clock every day. It''s not difficult for him to get up early. In the Lin family, he often gets up and works at more than four o''clock in the morning. Now it''s nice to get up at five o''clock and sleep for half an hour.

    After getting up, he turned on the live broadcast as usual, and then exercised according to the training table.

    The three kilometers a day are still. With frog leaping, obstacles, dragging tires and jumping stairs, Lin pangpangpang only felt dead again in a few days.

    I''m so tired... I''m so tired

    It''s definitely more comfortable than in the Lin family. While scanning the live broadcasting room, it''s really quiet, and the number of fans hasn''t changed for half a year. It''s fixed at the extremely auspicious number of 94.

    Youth is excitement: grass, did you start broadcasting at 5 a.m? Haven''t given up for more than a year?? You''re not suitable for live broadcasting!

    Looking at the only reply, Lin Qiang smiled. This is his only old fan. He is a fixed audience. He often hits him regularly. It''s not suitable to open and shut up. He insists on letting him give up the live broadcast.

    Lin Qiang ignored him. He only ran three kilometers seriously and bowed his head to record: "after three kilometers, he jumped 100 times..."

    Being young is exciting: being ugly is boring enough. Is it time for morning exercise? You might as well go to the square dance. It''s more exciting to twist a coquettish curve with your powder and fat!

    Youth is excitement: Hey, tell me about you, just close the live broadcast and cancel the number!

    These contents make Lin Qiang fall into inferiority complex again. He has been beaten, scolded and scolded for many years. His self-confidence is easily erased by himself. He feels that he can''t do anything, and the whole person is more and more listless. He can''t wilt after the training of losing his eyebrows and eyes.

    He is really a loser.

    Dejected, I walked into the restaurant and looked up to see my aunt''s milk.

    Lin Jian sat quietly in the main position. In the morning light, her white cheeks were covered with a layer of light gold. She was covered with a snow-white gown and the ground. Her black hair fell like silk, setting off her black eyes and red lips, like a rendered traditional Chinese painting, with ink dyed Danqing and red haze.

    Lin Qiang was stunned. My aunt''s milk is really beautiful. It''s really much better than him.

    He subconsciously touched his mobile phone and took it out, but he only dared to face himself.

    He lowered his head and ate the dishes. The imported dishes were very sweet. It seemed that there was a trace of warmth around his stomach. Lin Qiang was a little confused. It seemed that this dish was different from what he had eaten before.

    "Aunt milk, this dish is delicious."

    "Of course, your aunt''s milk planted it yourself." Lin Jian looked proud and watered it by secret method. It''s not easy to make Xiandan these days, and Lingzhi can barely plant it.

    "Aunt milk, it''s so big here!" Lin Qiang looked around while eating. It''s really big, bigger than Lin''s villa.

    "What''s the big deal? My little aunt used to live in a bigger home than here, occupying seven hills." Lin Jian looked nostalgic. In her last life, she started a sect with three thousand disciples, and the seven hills were not enough to live. Where is the land shortage like now.

    Hearing the speech, Lin Qiang was silent and dull for a while. My sister-in-law''s milk is good at everything. It''s not good to boast. Now the mountains are public. Where do you go to occupy the mountains and return seven??

    But Lin Jian''s voice continues. After all, in her opinion, this is a fact. It''s really nothing to be embarrassed: "think of the hundreds of people served in the inner house and the thousands of people served in the outer house. Your little sister-in-law''s milk gives a command and thousands of people should answer..." Lin Jian sighs with emotion on her face and looks at Lin Pangpang''s embarrassment.

    It''s getting more and more popular. I''m driving the live broadcast, aunt milk!!!