Seeing that his movements stopped, as if he was serious, he couldn't help tugging at his chin, and suddenly couldn't hold back his laughter.

"How is it possible, if that's the case, I'll be able to live forever, just a little scratch."

She hurriedly blew her fingers: "Uncle, your beard has grown, and you will prick your hands."

"Or I'll pull it all out."

Yu Lili waved his small hand, "If you can't do it, you won't become a eunuch."

The car slammed abruptly, and then moved forward, Lei Ming forced to hold back his laughter, and the other faces turned red.

Zhan Beiting gave him a sharp knife from the rearview mirror.

As soon as he entered the gate, he saw the red sports car parked in the yard, and it was like a thorn in Yu Lili's heart.

Her eyes drooped, and she whispered, "The front door is like a tiger and a wolf in the back, and I can't stop it."

Zhan Beiting's movement of opening the door stopped, and his tone suddenly became severe: "Lili, although many of her behaviors during the day are not very good, she is the benefactor of the Zhan family after all. I don't want you to say that."

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Yu Lili looked over, the door was already closed, it was the third time, again and again, but not again, Zhan Beiting, tolerance is connivance, is such a man really worth waiting for her life?

Seeing that she didn't get out of the car, Zhan Beiting opened the car door and planned to take her down.

Yu Lili avoided his hand: "I can do it myself."

Zhan Beiting saw that she was angry, but she didn't coax her. She was still young, and she couldn't condone her mischief in some things. In the future, he would face everything with him. He could spoil her life, but he had to know how to respect it.

In Zhan Beiting's philosophy, respect for Song Xingchen is brother and sister, but he doesn't know that the most sad thing for a woman is your connivance to another person who is not related by blood.

The old man won the chess game today, and when he heard the good news from his grandson, he sat on the sofa watching TV in a good mood, but the cries in his ears made him upset.

"Grandpa, do you think Xingchen really did something wrong? If Brother Beiting really hates me, I'd better get out of the country, why bother people here."

The old man's aged eyes showed sophistication and shrewdness. He glanced at his side, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for it. The Zhan family owed the Song family. Attitude can be seen by discerning people.

Old man, he still doesn't care about the child's affairs.

"This electric massager is good. Our style is old. Let Bei Ting buy me another one."

Zhan Nanxi leaned on the sofa, glanced at Song Xingchen lazily, and dangled her feet on the coffee table: "Sister Xingchen, Lili helped you."

Song Xingchen was choked by him, how could he not see that grandfather was playing Tai Chi with her and pretending to be deaf and dumb, but if anyone in the family except grandfather was in the family, Bei Ting could hear him.

She persevered: "Grandpa, that girl in Lili is really not as simple as she looks. You don't know that she is in front of so many media today..."

"Sir, are you back?"

When the voice of the servant at the door came, Song Xingchen immediately shut up.

"Eh? The little girl is back?" Zhan Nancy threw away the mobile phone she was playing with and ran over, looking at the bandages on her arm and immediately frowned: "Who hurt the little fairy?"

With his sleeves rolled up, he was going to find someone desperately.

"It's just a small opening. Uncle has to wrap a bandage on me, and it looks like it's serious. It's fine." Yu Lili staggered from Song Xingchen's gaze and walked towards his grandfather.