Chapter 1232: Zeng Family Storm (3)

As soon as Cheng Xiaojing heard that he didn't pick up Yang Zimei, he immediately went to Zeng Zhenlong, "Grandpa, it's not good, Ziqing lost Niuniu!"
"What do you mean?"
When Zeng Zhenlong heard it, he immediately slaps the desktop, "Is it impossible to take such a simple thing as a person? It is a waste!"
"Yeah, if it were my Zimo, it would never be so unreliable!"
Cheng Xiaojing said the trend.
Zeng Zhenlong went out loudly.
When Zeng Ziqing saw him, he hurriedly hid behind Ye Wenxin, clutching her clothes nervously, "Mom, save me!"
"Zeng Ziqing!"
Zeng Zhenlong poked anxiously at the crutch in his hand, "What about people?"
"Grandpa Zeng, I ... my car broke down halfway. When we rushed, everyone left."
Zeng Zi trembled in the Qing Dynasty.
"Grandpa, as the saying goes, there are unexpected circumstances, Ziqing is sincerely trying to pick up his cousin, but the car broke down and he couldn't help it? Last time he said he wanted to change the car, you do n’t Will you change him? Isn't it that the moment is bad? It's no surprise to him. "
Ye Wenxin hurriedly guarded his son, "What's more, Niuniu is so big, don't you say she is very smart? How could she be lost if she is so smart? I will definitely come here safely."
"Useless waste!"
Zeng Zhenlong said angrily, "If you can't do things well, you just rely on the car. There are millions of cars. What else do you want? If you don't find Niuniu immediately, don't step into Zeng's door in the future!"
"Grandpa, how can you do that? Ziqing is your great-great-grandson. That girl is just a great-granddaughter. As for relatives and relatives, you have to be thrown behind a few streets. You actually want to drive Ziqing away for her What kind of world is this? "
Ye Wenxin was unwilling to argue.
"What world? Only an ignorant woman and child like you can raise such an indifferent son, and it's mad at me!"
Zeng Zhenlong raised the crutch in his hand and swept fiercely towards Zeng Ziqing's leg.
Although he was old, but his movement was not slow, Zeng Ziqing was swept by him fiercely, and he jumped in pain on the ground.
At this time, Zeng Zimo took the luggage in hand, and hurriedly came in from the door. As soon as he entered, he asked, "Grandpa, Niu Niu?"
"Zimo, you're finally back. You should come back early. That's great. Let Ziqing pick up someone, he can pick up people. Grandpa is angry."
As soon as Cheng Xiaojing saw his son return, he immediately frowned, reached out and took his son's luggage in his hands, and patted him on the dusty road, "If you let him pick it up, you will never lose it!"
"Niuniu hasn't arrived yet?"
Zeng Zimo understood the reason, took out his mobile phone, and said to Zeng Zhenlong, "Grandpa Zeng, don't worry, I asked my uncle Niuniu's mobile phone number this morning, and I'll call to see."
"Okay, hurry up."
Zeng Zhenlong's anxious mood eased a little, exhorted.
"Oh, it ’s still my family's business to be thorough. I asked for a mobile phone number in advance, otherwise, Beijing is so big and I need someone, that's just a haystack."
Cheng Wenjing looked at his son with appreciation.
Ye Wenxin listened with a black face, but now she is more distressed that her son was beaten, and she doesn't have the mood to stir her mouth.
"Why didn't you expect to ask your cousin for a mobile phone number? Really!"
She squinted as she squatted to see her son's beaten leg.
"Who knew she would have a cell phone? I thought a country girl wouldn't bring a cell phone at all."
Zeng Ziqing muttered.
"Countryside girl? Don't think that you were born and raised in Beijing. You look like a villager, and you can't even compare it with a countryman. It's a mess.
Zeng Zhenlong was angry when he heard Yang Zimei said in a scornful tone.