Zhang Ting heard master Jia’s answer and smiled naively.
Meanwhile, in the front yard living room,
Mu Niang is holding the milk that Qing Xia brought them just now.
Mu Niang smelled the milk in the bowl and knew it was a good thing at first sight.
"If you want to eat your mother, you should eat it." Zhang regretted that he was restless at the smell of fragrant milk and moved around in Mu Niang’s arms.
Mu Niang grasped the hand bowl for fear that such a good thing would be spilled by her son.
"Regret son, don’t move. Mom will feed you now." Mu Niang coaxed Zhang Regret in her arms.
Zhang Dahai looked at himself with his eyes full of love for him. Before he was an asshole, no one in the nearby village would marry him.
It was not until middle age that he married such a good wife and had such a lovely child that he felt really complete in his life.
"Is it good to drink more? This is your cousin who made you drink more." Da-hai Zhang looked at the milk and came over and whispered to Zhang regret drinking milk.
Zhang regrets that he is in the mood to listen to his father’s words when he drinks milk in front of him now.
The little guy eats with a mouthful of milk and a happy smile on his face.
Mu Niang looked up at Zhang Dahai’s side while feeding her son. "His father, do you think Xiaoting forgave you?"
Da-hai zhang a listen to face smile received more than half of a sigh "I don’t know, but the court seems to be a lot better attitude towards us, especially for our son."
Mu Niang’s face was beaming when she heard this. "It seems that the small court smiled at our son."
After saying this, Mu Nianli glared at Zhang Dahai. "His father, I can warn you that you can’t be as confused as before now, do you hear?"
Zhang Haima nodded. "I know, I won’t."
He regrets everything before. How can he be such a jerk again? Absolutely not.
When having lunch, Hao’s family looked at Zhang Dahai as Zhang Ting and a well-off uncle. Although the attitude was not very enthusiastic, it was said and answered, which didn’t embarrass Zhang Dahai and his wife.
After lunch and a short rest, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang Dahai went home.
Zhang Ting didn’t stay much, holding a well-off society and sending a family of three to the door.
"Here’s a package of things that are all children’s clothes and toys. Although they are not new, they are also very good. Take them back and put them on for Zhang Regret." Zhang Ting pointed to Qingxia and handed them the baggage.
Zhang Ting can see that life in this family should not be very good either, otherwise Zhang regrets that this child is almost two years old, but it looks just like a one-year-old child.
"Thank you, Xiaoting. I thank you for this cousin for my little regret." Mu Niang took Qingxia’s hand baggage and looked at Zhang Ting with gratitude.
Zhang Ting gently nodded his head and glanced at his lying asleep in Mu Niang’s arms. Zhang regretted saying, "If you have time, bring this child here for a walk."
"We will," da-hai Zhang replied to Zhang Ting with a face of surprise and surprise.
"Come on, you go home." Zhang Tingchao waved to the couple.
After seeing off their family of three, Zhang Ting went home and prepared to go back to her room to have a rest. Halfway through, she met her in the corridor waiting for her to fight tin.
"Sister Zhang Ting" Zhan Xi saw Zhang Ting Ma Chao Zhang Ting coming here to meet him and hold Zhang Ting’s arm with a face of heart.
Zhang Ting glanced at Zhan Xi and patted the back of his hand. "Why didn’t you take a nap?"
Zhan Xi smiled. "I have something to tell Zhang Ting’s sister. I’m going to sleep when I’m finished."
The brother and sister are talking as they walk.
"Is sister Zhang Ting’s family of three really your uncle and aunt?" War tin holding Zhang Ting walked on.
"Yes, they are my uncle and aunt. What’s wrong with them? Why do you ask them?" Zhang Ting side head to hold her arm tin asked.
Zhan Xi touched his head and smiled at his darling child. "It’s nothing. I’m just curious. Is it true that Xiaokang said that Zhang Ting’s sister and Xiaokang have been bullied by that uncle?"
Zhang Ting walked on. "Well, it was before."
"Elder sister, do you still hate him now?" War tin looked at Zhang Ting asked.
"I hated those things long ago, but I don’t hate them now." Zhang Ting thought carefully, as if talking to himself, and said what he was thinking now.
"I know sister Zhang Ting, you go back to your room and rest first, and I will go back to rest." Before you know it, they are at the door of Zhang Ting’s usual rest room.
Zhang Ting glanced at tin and stopped him when he was about to leave the war. "Wait a minute, tin."
After a few steps forward, Xi stopped when he heard Zhang Ting’s words, "Sister Zhang Ting, did you call me?"
"Why do you want to ask me this?" Zhang Ting stared at the tin and asked.
Zhan Xi’s eyes flashed with a guilty answer, "Nothing means nothing, just curious to ask."
As soon as Zhang Ting heard his answer, he knew that this guy must be hiding something from himself.
"Come here," Zhang Ting shouted at Zhan Xi.
Hesitated the first world war, Tin moved his feet and took small steps to approach Zhang Ting again.
"Tell elder sister honestly whether you want to teach Zhang Dahai and them a lesson?" Zhang Ting stared at the war tin asked eyes tightly staring at his face expression.
Sure enough, after Zhang Ting asked this question, Tin’s eyes flashed with a surprise.
Zhang Ting held his hand. "Sister Xiaoxi knows that you want to be angry for my sister, but I don’t need you to do this. Do you know that if I wanted to get back at them, I would have done it long ago, and I don’t need to wait until now?"
"Elder sister, don’t you hate him? He bullied you like that before?" War tin looked at Zhang Ting asked.
Chapter 62 Infected?
Zhang Ting shook his head. "I hated it before, but I don’t hate it now. If a person has been living in hatred, what’s the point of living like that? We should look towards the heart instead of hating Bai. Sister also hopes that you can live like this and don’t remember those things before."
Master Jia seriously shook his head gently. "No, you are a girl who doesn’t suffer."
