Chapter 12 Lessons

"Bin...Binbin, will you dislike me? You have seen the current situation in my family. If you don't like me, I... I can understand.

With his pink cheeks lowered, Binbin said shyly in an almost inaudible voice, "As long as it is everything of Brother Yingri, Binbin likes it."

Seeing Ying Ri's appearance, Yan Qingling gave Ying Ri a white look, and his face was full of blame: "Bad boy, Binbin ran out for you to quarrel with your family this time. You even said such a thing. Are you a man?"

The family had a happy and warm lunch in the fun.

......

After lunch, the family set out to visit Yan Qinglong. As early as a few days before returning home, Yan Qinglong had returned to Yan's house, and I don't know if it was by chance or for another reason.

When the four people talked and laughed in the shade of the trees beside the playground, words that were not in harmony with the atmosphere came from the playground: "Yo, isn't that a waste elder and a waste prospective patriarch? Why are you embarrassed when you have time today? Come on, organize the playground and make some contributions to the clan, hahaha..."

bursts of laughter suddenly came from the playground, and the speaker was the one who humiliated Yan Qinglong in Yingri's house that day. Next to Yinghong, the Yinghong, who was used to bullying Yingri, also pointed to his feet contemptuously: "Who, come and clean my shoes, or your dinner will be gone. Contribute, come and contribute to the family, prospective patriarch."

Hearing the two sing together, the laughter of the young generation on the playground came one after another, completely looking at the four people as nothing.

After the laughter sounded, Yan Qinglong and his wife bowed their heads and said nothing. After nearly half a year of humiliation in the clan, the two could not feel any anger. Some were just deeply helpless and self-deprecating.

Holding the jade hand tightly, Binbin's face alternated with blue and white colors, with apricot eyes wide open, angrily glared at the crowd and laughing at each other's thumbs and Ying Hong. Instead, Ying Ri seemed to have nothing to do with himself. Feng Qingyun looked at the two indifferently and turned to Binbin, who was full of anger, casually asked, "Future wife, do you prefer guns or swords?"

Suddenly asked by Ying Ri's inexplicable and strange question, Binbin was stunned. After a while, he replied, "Jian, why are you asking this?"

"Yes, I also think the sword is more handsome, hey hey..." With a dangerous smile on the corners of his mouth, Ying Ri turned his head and looked at Mr. and Mrs. Yan Qingling: "Father, mother, wait here for me first, and I will be fine soon."

While Yan Qingling and the three of them were puzzled by Ying Ri's words, they only saw Ying Ri draw a posture with their hands, and their figure disappeared from the sight of the three.

After a few breathing hours, Ying Ri's figure appeared in front of the three again, as if nothing had happened. He waved to the three people with a bad smile: "Sure enough, the sword is more handsome. Let's go, otherwise we won't find Uncle Qinglong too late."

"Ying Ri, you... Why did you suddenly disappear just now?" Yan Qingling, who has mediocre qualifications, has only lived six layers of martial power, and even the spirit of martial arts has not been condensed. Of course, he can't see what Yingri has done.

"It's nothing, don't care." Shaking his hands, Ying Ri smiled slightly, turned around and walked forward.

Less than half a sound after the four people left the playground, there were two screams in the crowd, and the two figures fell to the ground and struggled violently.

The messy feet kept raising the dust, and covered the buttocks with their hands. On the small ** in the middle of their buttocks, a dagger with only a sword body and a * with a missing handle stood in the shaking, shining slightly under the midday sun.

The two people who are struggling painfully on the ground are Ying Hong and Ying Hong, who have just made sarcastic remarks.

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In the council hall, Yan Qinglong sat on the main seat and talked with the Japanese family under the hall with a smile on his face. At this time, a group of people walked fiercely outside the door, and a silver-haired old man couldn't help pointing to Yingri and shouting in the hall, "Yan Yingri, you must give me an explanation today, or I want you to look good."

The two stretchers behind the old man, Ying Tong and Ying Hongai lay on it, and the two weapons on their buttocks swayed, making several people in the hall almost laugh.

Looking at the two people on the stretcher in surprise, Yan Qinglong scolded him with a straight face, "Yu Neng, although you are my uncle, you are making such a noise in the hall without permission? What's wrong with the two of them?

"Qinglong, as you know, Ying Yu and Ying Hong are my grandson and the other is my nephew, but today both of them have been made into this morality by Yan Yingri. How do you think this matter can be solved? Can you blame me for being angry?" The wrinkled old face angrily glared at Ying Ri in front of him. Yan Yu could not wait to go up and tear Ying Ri directly at this moment. If Yan Qinglong hadn't been there, the angry old man might have really done something to hurt Ying Ri.

Yingtong in the moaning also raised his head and cried and said, "Uncle Yinglong, you have to make the decision for me. Look at the sword behind me is so deep. It's killing me."

"What's your name? My gun is so deep. I'm almost halfway in, ouch..." Ying Hong also shouted.

"Mys is deeper than you..."

"My talent is deeper than yours..."

Yan Qinglong looked at these two living treasures with a black line. At this time, he was still deeper than anyone else. It's really...

"All right." He waved his hand impatiently. Yan Qinglong frowned and said, "Go down for treatment first. If you have anything to do, just stay and make it clear."

The stretcher was carried out of the door in the wailing of the two people. Yu Neng said angrily to Yan Qinglong, "Well, just now, Yingqi and Ying Hong practiced martial arts on the playground. They didn't provoke anyone, but their buttocks were inexplicably inserted by Ying Ri. I want to ask what to say about this today."

The eyebrows were raised, and Ying Ri's heart was simply despised to the extreme: 'Isn't this called not to provoke anyone? Shit, where is God's principle?'

However, on his expression, Yingri still remained calm and spread out his hands with an innocent face: "Uncle Yu Neng, where did you start with this? You also know that I am a recognized waste in the family. How can I have the ability to do that kind of thing?"

He was speechless by Ying Ri's words, and his old face turned red, and he could only blow his beard and stare at Ying Ri. Yan Qingling and Binbin, who were beside Ying Ri, covered their mouths and tried their best not to let themselves laugh.

"Uncle Yu Neng, you said that the two of them were injured by Ying Ri, but someone witnessed it?" In order not to make Yan Yu too embarrassed, Yan Qinglong asked. After all, it's his uncle, and it's not a good thing to make the scene too embarrassing.

"This, this is not true, but it is possible to do this at the scene, and there are only a few of them." The old face twitched slightly, and Yan Yu could barely squeeze out a smile that was worse than crying.