heard the voice, high-pitched and even slightly out of tune. He jumped in fright, his hand shaking so badly that he nearly dropped the bronze bird.He hastily placed the bronze bird on the table and t...To make Wu Sansheng so angry he wants to swear, it's very simple. Just one Wu Xie and one Wu Ling, plus a bunch of mischievous friends would be enough.

"Hee hee hee hee."

At this moment, Wu Ling's laughter, like a little rooster crowing, continued and even grew louder.

He leaned his head against these old guys' shoulders, laughing until his face was flushed red, his eyes shining like stars.

Two slightly mischievous canine teeth peeking out from his mouth, paired with eyes that held a hint of aggression, made him appear both wild and docile.

Combined with his messy golden hair, he looked just like a cute but undeniably fierce fighting Golden Retriever.

However, this little Golden Retriever didn't have a very good memory and was even a bit too mischievous.

He seemed to have forgotten that his life was still in Wu Sansheng's hands, acting timidly like a little dog and nudging his shoes with his foot, showing off a row of white teeth.

Imitating the tone of that woman just now, she waved her hand delicately and said in a coquettish voice:

"Uncle Three, what's wrong with the old man What's wrong with being a little older What's wrong with being over 40 I just love him, I want to have babies for him! Kekekeke."

After saying that, Wu Ling didn't know which joke had hit her again, and she laughed out loud once more, laughing even more wildly than before.

It turns out that not only yawning is contagious, but also happy laughter.

After Wu Ling let out a giggle, the stifled laughter in the car erupted into a chorus of guffaws.

Of course, Black Bear and Xiaoshanqing would be laughing their heads off.

Pan Zi and Wu Xie, who had been suppressing their smiles beside him, couldn't help but laugh along with the little giggles.

Even Zhang Qiling and Shen Yunxi, who were usually stoic, couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.

It's not that the sentence itself is funny, but rather Wu Ling's laughter is just too delightful, too infectious.

Then, plus Wu Sanquan's expression was too distorted, like he had eaten poop.

Pan Zi has followed Wu Sansheng for more than 20 years.

He had never seen his Third Master look so humiliated in the past 20 years. It was truly a sight to behold.

If Pan Zi were in front of outsiders, he certainly wouldn't smile like this.

But at this time, everyone sitting in the car was a familiar face.

In this kind of environment, the atmosphere between them and their respective spirits are very relaxed.

Listening to Wu Ling's naturally somewhat comical laughter that day, even someone with a cold face couldn't help but smile along.

But these people were happy, Wu San province was not happy.

He listened to the laughter of these scoundrels, his head throbbing in pain.

At this moment, he was like a firecracker about to be lit, and Wu Ling was the fuse.

His eyes widened, he looked at his nephew who was laughing so hard he was about to pass out, and hadn't even spoken yet.

He saw Wu Xie with a smile on his face, suddenly protecting the laughing hysterically Wu Ling in his arms.

He then looked straight at himself and, in a leisurely tone, defended Wu Ling.

"Uncle Three, Xiaoling is still young, probably just playing with you. Don't be angry, children speak without thinking, children speak without thinking."

"That's right, Uncle Three," Wu Ling leaned comfortably against Wu Xiayi, looking like a relaxed little salted fish.

After hearing what his older brother said, he rolled his eyes, grinned, revealing a row of pearly white teeth, and chuckled:

"Uncle Three, I'm still just a little kid who hasn't even grown any hair yet. Don't be angry with me, please be more generous."

Wu Ling does not hold grudges, because he usually retaliates on the spot.

He repays evil with evil.

Wasn't Wu San province just saying that his hair hadn't grown in yet

He was just a baby with no hair yet, firing back.

Looking at the way these two sang in unison, Wu Sansheng only felt a tightness in his chest, almost spitting out blood.

"You two bastards, are you trying to kill your old uncle"

Seeing Wu Sansheng's face pale as if he was having a heart attack, Wu Ling sprung up like a carp out of water, reaching out to pat his chest while chattering away:

"Uncle Three, don't be angry, don't be angry. Anger makes wrinkles, and one wrinkle means you can't help me find Aunt Three. I still want a little sister."

At the beginning, it was fine, but the last sentence made Wu San province so angry that he slapped him on the head and shouted:

"Go ** yourself, you little **!"

Wu Ling was photographed with a somewhat grimace, but he didn't forget to retort:

"No, Uncle Three, my mom is getting older. Having a baby again at her age would be dangerous."

"Uncle Three, you're different. You haven't married a wife yet, so keep trying! I believe in you. Strive to find a young, beautiful woman who has her eyes on your wealth. That way..."

When Wu Ling was chattering, Wu Sanshen glared at him with a black face.

Wu Ling said a word, and Wu San Sheng's face darkened immediately.

In the end, Wu Ling's voice got quieter and quieter, and finally she just stopped speaking.

It's not that he was afraid of his third uncle getting angry, it's mainly because he was afraid that if he spoke again, his third uncle's face would turn as black as Bao Qingtian's. It was creepy at this late hour, looking like a wrathful Black Imp.

While Wu Ling was muttering to herself in her heart, Wu Sansheng got so angry that his beard bristled and he glared.

He clicked his tongue, looking around. After finding nothing, he decisively drew out the counterfeit cowhide belt from his waist and pointed it at Wu Ling, grinning savagely:

"Brat, I see these days your brother has almost spoiled you rotten. Today, I'll make sure you know what it means to receive love from elders!"

At this time, Wu Xie, whose gaze had been fixed on his younger brother the whole time, sensed something was amiss from the current situation.

He immediately covered Wu Ling's still chattering mouth and winked at the few people in front.

Wu Ling looked at her third uncle's furious expression, and took a deep breath.

Wuhan, it seems like I'm having a blast.

Damn it, I'm done.

Wu Ling is not a good person, the only advantage is that he can bend and stretch.

He pulled his older brother's hand down and gave Wu Sansheng a ridiculously quick and endearingly silly smile.

Her face was full of innocence, you wouldn't have guessed she had just been so angry.

"Uncle Three, I was wrong. Please don't be angry, calm down, calm down. We are not allowed to have flammable or explosive items in the city now. Please calm down! Getting angry is not good, it's not good."

"You little bastard, shut your mouth! If I were an explosive, you little punk would be the goddamn tinder!"

Wu San Sheng was furious and reached out to grab Wu Ling.

However, Wu Ling was cunning and wouldn't just sit there and take a beating from Wu San Sheng.

He saw this, and like a little mudfish, he slid right out of his older brother's arms.

Then, with a quick dash, he darted forward.

He was thin, and besides, the car was spacious anyway.

So he easily leaped over his own row and dashed to the front row.

After darting to the front row, Wu Ling grabbed a random person and hid by his legs, squatting like a scared ostrich. She said in a timid voice:

"Uncle Three, beating children is illegal. This is considered domestic violence."ng also proved with facts that his brother was really his brother, not some alien being.As his thoughts drifted back, Wu Ling recalled the feel of his subordinate's abs before. He inhaled softly, lift...