Chapter 134: White house widow

Zhao Lan sneered: "Do you mean it, I know clearly, I don't have to tell me this, well, let's go, my temple is small, I can't hold so many people."
How can the old lady be willing to pull Zhao Lan’s hand again, but Zhao Lan ruthlessly opened it:
Mrs. White, my Zhao Lan is stupid, but not a big fool, right or wrong can still be distinguished. Why do you want us to go, I know clearly, and why I am looking for me to return to the White House, my heart is also clear, words are more beautiful, and some people have to believe."
She pointed her finger to the outside of the house: "It's better to go to the village and ask someone to talk about it. Just tell the big guy what you just said to me, see if anyone will believe it - maybe there, three years old. Children may be able to believe."
Liu immediately changed his face: "Zhao Lan, you don't want to be indifferent, toasting and not eating fine wine."
Zhao Lan coldly said: "Then I will wait for your fine wine to see what it tastes like."
White old lady's temper also came up, looking gloomy Zhao Lan: "Zhao Lan, you don't forget, you are the widow of our white family, the wife of my dead son, the white hoe, but eat our white house. The rice grows up, what's wrong? Now that the wings are hard, I want to open our white house?"
Zhao Lan shook his head: "Wrong, it is not that we have to open your white house. It is your white family who opened us. When the family was separated that day, the whole village could see it. Who is impatient to take me and my nephew? Drive out of the house?"
She thought that when she faced the white family, she would be as impulsive and angry as before, but at this time she found out that she was surprisingly calm. Perhaps she had already thought about the white family, and the white family was at her. In front of us, it is no different from ordinary passers-by.
"Zhao Lan, are you there?" The voice of Hu Changlin came from outside.
Zhao Lan responded: "I am." She turned to the white old lady and Liu Shidao: "You go back, you don't have to come back later. From now on, we don't make water in the well water, every day."
Hearing the dialogue inside, Hu Changlin quickly walked to the door and saw Liu and Bai Laotai. He immediately extended his face and said: "Are you not going back? How come you find it again? What do you want to do?"
Hu Changlin had a plate in his hand, with two shelled eggs in it, two white noodles, and a bowl of thick porridge, which was faintly scented.
Think about the life in your own home. The porridge is the same as the rice soup. The former fried wild vegetables have also become boiled wild vegetables. They have no taste and no taste. Just eat it and you will be hungry. Compared with Zhao Lan’s current life, it is called A different day.
The unpleasant color on Liu’s face quickly disappeared, squeezing a smile:
We just didn’t have breakfast, just eat it here in Zhaolan.

Hu Changlin said with a cold face: "When you look at these two faces, who can eat it? Don't spit it out? Go quickly, don't worry about it here."
White old lady looked a sinking, with one hand on his hips and one finger on Hu Changlin: "Hu Changlin, you are polite, we are looking for Zhao Lan, not coming to you, how long we want to stay, how long to stay, shut your ?"
Zhao Lan stood behind the two men, and reached out and pushed them out. They pushed the two out together and they followed, and ‘啪嗒’ gave the door a lock.
She went to Hu Changlin: "Hu Big Brother, I think there are still some things to tell you, it is better to go to the front of the big house, let us eat and say."