The meaning of Tan's words is a bit vague.
Everyone in the room felt this way, but no one dared to ask.
But Yang Ruoqing, a theatergoer like me, is different. You must ask, otherwise the movie will not be enjoyable.
"Milk, what you said, can I ask a few more questions?" she said.
"Ask." Tan said.
Yang Ruoqing said: "What if Xiaojuan also gave birth to a girl?"
Tan said: "Then get lost, what the fourth bedroom needs most is stinky girl movies!"
Yang Ruoqing added: "If Xiaojuan gives birth to a son, does that mean Xiaojuan can be kept?"
Yang Huaming swallowed, Yang Ruoqing's question touched his heart.
He looked at Tan nervously, waiting for Tan's next words.
Mrs. Tan snorted, "What are you doing here? Being your fourth uncle's little wife?"
"Isn't she already a little wife? She has children." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Even if the child is really a son, if she keeps the child, get out of here!" Tan corrected her.
"It's my daughter, so get out together!"
"In the backyard of our old Yang family, we have one husband and one wife. We don't have the habit of raising a little wife. This precedent cannot be set. If it is set, it will be a bad thing!" said Tan.
The men in the room, except Lao Yangtou who was smoking a dry cigarette silently, all looked at each other in confusion.
Tan's words were obviously meant for everyone to hear.
However, except for Yang Huaming, who has that restless mind, none of the men in this room should have any.
Here, Yang Ruoqing took over the conversation again, "Nai, let me ask you another question..."
"Fat girl, why do you have so many things going on today? You keep asking me endless questions!" Mrs. Tan became impatient and frowned.
Yang Ruoqing laughed.
This little old lady is quite funny sometimes. When she is in a good mood, she is called Qing'er, Qing girl.
When I feel unhappy, I call her Fatty.
"Brother, I can't even compare to being fat now, okay?" she said with a smile.
"I just want to ask Nai. Xiaojuan won't give birth until the Chinese New Year in April."
"Then where has she lived in the past four months?" she asked.
Before Tan could speak, Yang Huaming, who was kneeling on the ground, spoke up first.
"There's no need to ask this question. That bitch and poisonous woman Liu dared to drug your breasts when I wasn't at home."
"It must be divorced. I'll drive her away right away to make room for Xiaojuan!"
After Yang Huaming finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to go out, but was stopped by Mrs. Tan.
"Why are you so anxious? Do you have the right to call the shots in this family? My cow's tail can't cover the cow's butt, so just kneel back!"
When Mrs. Tan shouted angrily, Yang Huaming was immediately frightened and knelt down obediently with Xiao.
Tan continued: "Originally, I planned to drive Mrs. Liu away now. I can't tolerate such a poisonous woman and a sneaky woman."
"But you guys have just come back today, and I kicked Mrs. Liu away. In the eyes of others, our original rationality has become unreasonable. Old man, what do you think?" Ms. Tan asked Old Yang.
It was only at this moment that Old Yangtou pulled the tobacco stick out of his mouth.
"I have the same concerns as you about this matter. No matter how bad Ms. Liu is, she will still be the wife of the fourth child."
"It is our old Yang family who worshiped heaven and earth and sued our ancestors' real daughter-in-law."
"If the Fourth Brother and the others hadn't come back, we could still have a serious divorce based on what happened before. Now that the situation has changed, we have to be cautious, hey!"
When Old Yangtou said this, he let out a long sigh and put the dry tobacco stick back into his mouth again.
Tan said: "After thinking about it, Mrs. Liu will definitely divorce, but not today. Wait for two more days..."
"Dad, it's not good..."
Before Tan could finish her words, she was interrupted by Ju'er's exclamation outside the house.
The boss of the Tan family was unhappy, "Are you calling the ghost of that dead girl, or is there a ghost behind you chasing you?"
Ju'er was still in shock and gasped: "Is there really a ghost, or a hanged ghost? My mother hanged herself, her tongue is all down here!"
"What?" Yang Huaming was so shocked that he quickly stood up from the ground and rushed to the door.
Thinking of something, his steps suddenly stopped.
"Whatever she wants, just die if you love her. Death is retribution, I don't care!" He stepped back.
At the Eight Immortals Table, Old Yangtou's expression also changed. He pulled out the tobacco stick again and inserted it into his back.
"Quick, quick, save people!" the old man ordered, stood up and came towards the door.
Yang Huazhong and others all rushed towards the door of the house. Yang Ruoqing directly took Ju'er's hand and comforted Ju'er who was in shock.
"Come on, let's go over and take a look!"
The group of people rushed to the door of the west room as quickly as possible and found that the door was bolted from the inside.
Ju'er just peeked inside through the broken window.
Yang Huazhong kicked the door open and rushed in.
Ju'er didn't dare to go in, so she, San Yatou and Kang Xiaozi were crying at the door.
Yang Ruoqing went in and saw Mrs. Liu hanging under the beam in front of the bed.
The tool for hanging should be her waistband, tied in a circle.
Judging from the scene, the person should have stepped on the edge of the bed first, then stretched his head forward into the condom, and then started rippling.
When everyone came in this moment, it was just as Ju'er said, their eyes were wide open, bloodshot eyes filled their eyes, and their tongues stuck out like a dog's tongue.
It turns out that Ms. Liu's tongue can be so long when it really sticks out. No wonder people say those talkative women who spread rumors are called long-tongued women.
This tongue is really not short.
These strange thoughts flashed through her mind, and Yang Ruoqing followed Yang Huazhong and rushed to the bed.
Yang Huazhong was already there hugging Mrs. Liu's legs, ready to put Mrs. Liu down.
I don't know if it's because Yang Huazhong's hands and feet are in a panic, or because this angle and position are inconvenient for him to exert force. After hugging him several times, he couldn't lift Mrs. Liu up and put her down.
Yang Huazhong was anxious and shouted to Yang Huaming and the others.
"Fourth brother, come here and lend a hand and put the person down first." Yang Huazhong said urgently.
Yang Huaming stepped back, his face full of horror.
The brothers Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongzhi also stood there, trembling.
As for Yang Yongqing, he didn't dare to enter the house at all and stood at the window to peek.
Old Yang was a little annoyed and pushed Yang Yongxian and Yang Huaming away, "Why are you so timid when life is at stake? You're not like a man!"
Lao Yang rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. Just as he was about to lend a hand, Liu suddenly fell down.
"Oh, it's a fake corpse!" Yang Huaming howled, and was so frightened that he quickly left the house and stood trembling in the yard.
"Idiot!" Old Yang pointed to the half-section of his trouser belt hanging on the beam, turned around and scolded Ms. Liu.
When everyone took a look, it turned out that Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and threw a pair of scissors, and cut off the waistband of her pants.
A false alarm.
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