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143. Chapter 143 School Flowers and School Grass Ranking Posts 1

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Ming Fengcao smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's very strict. The Ming Feng family should be similar. The rules are so big that my father will remove him from the list because he wants to marry a foreigner. Can this be what modern people do? I am actually very glad that my father has left there, otherwise I wouldn't know what I would be like now."

Wang Bing stood up from the grass, held his chest and lowered his head, walked a few steps in a small way, then raised his head and rolled his eyes playfully: "Maybe you have to walk like this! Then, there are some other things that can be kneeled for an hour every day, and maybe when eating, you have to wait for the elderly to finish eating before eating."

"Puchi, it's really miserable!" Ming Fengcao laughed so hard that he almost couldn't sit steadily, so he simply leaned on Shaville, looked up at Wang Bing and asked, "Binger, your family has a history for many years? I remember that there are many people in your family, although they don't live together like that Yin family."

Shaville liked Ming Fengcao's move to lean over, her eyes were soft, and she gently held her shoulder so that she could sit up comfortably. Ming Fengcao turned around and gave Shaville a smile.

Wang Bing pointed at the two of them and shook his head: "Hey, hey, how long have you known each other? Is it really okay to be so tired?"

"Is it so fucking?" Ming Fengcao turned around and kissed Shaville on the cheek. Shaville's deep and quiet eyes lit up in an instant, and he also kissed Ming Fengcao's tender and bright red cheeks.

Wang Bing covered her face speechlessly.

Ming Fengcao smiled for a while, rubbed his eyes and yawned: "Bing'er, you haven't said that yet, what's your family like?"

"My family, according to my father, I can't get into the genealogy after having a daughter two generations ago, but now it's OK."

"Wow, it sounds so miserable. If you were born twenty or thirty years ago, wouldn't you be invisible in the family?"

"Puchi, invisible! Cao'er, what you said is really interesting, but that's the case. If you don't have the genealogy, only my family will remember me to mess with you after I die!"

“What is the genealogy?”

Ming Fengcao looked at Shaville and replied: "The genealogy is, for example, when Bing'er and Han Junyang got married and had children, he would take a notebook to write down the names of the family in order. When their children got married and had children, they would also write down the names of the family. In this way, they would accumulate from generation to generation and become a very thick notebook with names, which is the genealogy."

Wang Bing's face turned red in an instant, and he pointed at Ming Fengcao and stamped his feet: "Cao'er, you bastard! Why do you use me as an example!"

Ming Fengcao raised his eyebrows, and he had the meaning of your patience to me.

"So that's it." Shaville nodded, looking at Ming Fengcao calmly, thinking that he could write a book when he got married and had children in the future...

"You are really here." A gentle and magnetic voice came, but Han Junyang was holding a bag of books in his hand, smiling around several trees and walking to them.

This young and handsome assistant teacher was wearing a very casual light gray sportswear today. She rolled up her sleeves and looked like she had just finished exercising.

"Yangyang, you are here!" Wang Bing instantly forgot the embarrassment he had just now and became happy.
Chapter completed!
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