"Uncle Yang, your godson is no good. You can't afford to lose."

"It's not that he can't afford to lose, but he refuses to admit defeat. This kind of person is often very scary. You should avoid him in the future." Yang Jun said with a smile.

"Tch, I'm not afraid of him. If he wants to cause trouble, I'll beat him until he surrenders."

Except for Yang Jun, Sun Zhaocai has never been afraid of anyone.

Afterwards, Yang Jun chatted with them for a while and then went back.

The next day, Wang Yuying packed her luggage and left again.

After much thought, I felt that it was not appropriate for the old man to be taken care of by Ma Sanpao.

It wasn't that she was reluctant to part with the money, but that she was afraid of being scolded, and her family had no one left, and the old man's disease might relapse at any time, so she decided to go back to her hometown to take care of the elderly.

This time she didn't have anyone to accompany her and took the train back alone.

Yang Jun personally drove to the train station. When he got on the bus, he gave him a bulging cloth bag with money and tickets inside.

Watching the train slowly pull out of the platform, Yang Jun turned around and left the train station.

Time flies.

The weather is slowly approaching June, and people on the streets are beginning to wear short-sleeved clothes.

Yang Qingxiang is now showing her pregnancy, coming back from outside with a big belly.

Song's mother had just completed a pregnancy test with her in the hospital, and she was looking at Yang Jun with a smile on her face.

"Lao Yang, are you happy that I'm pregnant with a boy this time?"

"Happy."

Yang Jun said with a grimace: "I'm very happy."

As the day of delivery drew closer, Yang Jun began to become anxious.

He didn't know what was going on, but he always felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders. Even if he didn't do anything, he always felt a heaviness all over his body.

Others are afraid of marriage, but he is probably afraid of children.

"How do you know it's a boy? Aren't the checks very strict?" Yang Jun asked.

"Why is it so strict? During the B-ultrasound, I secretly gave the doctor a red envelope of twenty yuan, otherwise he would have told me?" Yang Qingxiang said.

"You are quite smart."

When Yang Jun heard this, he just smiled.

Twenty yuan is enough for him to earn one and a half months' salary. As long as the doctor is not stupid, no one will have a grudge against money.

However, when he heard that he was his son, Yang Jun frowned even deeper.

To be honest, he would rather have a daughter than a son.

People who have never given birth to a son don’t know that if I have a boy in the family, I will lose ten years of my life. It will be much easier to have a daughter. A daughter is known as a little cotton-padded jacket, and the longer she grows, the better she is.

It will make you younger by a few years.

"I'm not smart. In the future, it will be great if my children are half as smart as you. In that case, you don't have to worry."

Yang Qingxiang gently stroked her slightly bulging belly with a sweet smile on her face.

"No, it's better for the child to be with you. At least you won't have to worry about getting a wife in the future."

Yang Qingxiang is very beautiful, and her genes are good. If the child follows her, there is really no need to worry about not being able to marry a wife.

"What are you talking about? Your son won't be able to get a wife? I'm afraid he'll have to wait in line."

"Hey, I hope so." Yang Jun sighed.

This child will have to bear the reputation of being an illegitimate child as soon as he is born. Yang Jun really doesn't know if it is a drag on the child to have a father like him.

Yang Jun can't recognize him publicly, so he can't help him openly, and all his resources can't be fully used on him. In other words, this child's future height will not be too high.

However, Yang Jun hopes that he can become a rich man and stop entering this big dyeing vat. It would be nice to be carefree all his life and not have to scheming all day long.

"Lao Yang, Mother Song went shopping again, how about we try the new bathtub."

Yang Qingxiang suddenly wrapped her arms around Yang Jun's neck and acted coquettishly at him.

Since moving to this courtyard, the two of them have never taken a bath together. The newly renovated bathroom was specially designed by Yang Jun and is the type commonly used in hotels in later generations.

The bathroom and kitchen are separated, so there is no need to run back and forth to change hot water.

"Don't let Mrs. Song go shopping for groceries in the future. We can't leave people at home. Just let her stay in the front yard."

Since moving here, Yang Jun has always said that he wants to find an old woman who can cook, but there has never been a suitable one. If every time Yang Jun comes over, Song's mother goes out to buy food, and there will be no one to take care of the family.

In the past, it was inconvenient to have a single courtyard, but now there are two courtyards. Even if Yang Jun and Yang Qingxiang were fighting in the back, no one would know.

"I can do whatever you want, just listen to you."

Yang Qingxiang said coquettishly.

Afterwards, the two of them found a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

…

In the afternoon, Yang Jun came out of Yang Qingxiang's yard and went home in high spirits.

As soon as he got home, he saw Yang Chengwu sitting dejectedly on the steps under the eaves like a worshiping rooster.

"What's wrong with your face?"

Yang Jun saw a large bruise on his face.

At this time, Yang Laosi happened to come back from school from outside.

"What's wrong? Your son was beaten."

Yang Jun glared at her: "My son was beaten, why are you, an aunt, so happy?"

Yang Yu: "Your son is rushing to be beaten, can I stop him?"

After Yang Laosi finished speaking, he jumped back to the yard.

Yang Jun looked at Yang Chengwu, who had a bruised nose and swollen eyes, and said, "Xiao Wu, are you looking for Sun to attract wealth again?"

The only one who can make Xiao Wu suffer is Sun Zhaocai.

Moreover, according to Xiao Wu's personality, he was beaten up and the situation must be recovered.

Xiao Wu rubbed the bruised area on his face, rubbed his neck and said, "Sooner or later, I'll find this place again."

Yang Jun smiled when he heard this.

He took out his cigarettes, lit one, and then threw another one to Xiao Wu.

"Godfather, I don't know how."

After saying that, he wanted to return the cigarette.

Yang Jun didn't answer, but said quietly.

"You are not young anymore, it's time to learn to smoke."

"Smoking is a good thing. It can make you forget your worries. Besides, you have joined the society now. What can you do if you don't learn to smoke?"

Yang Jun said that he would be anxious to anyone who wants to tell him that smoking is harmful to health.

Those who do not smoke or drink may not live longer than others.

Smoke is a good thing. It can not only make people forget their worries, but also shorten the distance between people and enhance the emotions between people.

His son Yang Jun must learn to smoke, otherwise he will be kicked out of the house.

Yang Jun threw the match to him.

"Take two puffs."

Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, then lit the fire.

After taking two puffs, I didn’t feel the uncomfortable coughing feeling I had the first time.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he saw it.

This guy has potential. He will have another gun in the house in the future, and his safety will be even more guaranteed.

"How does it feel?" Yang Jun asked.

"I don't feel it. Smoking this thing is worse than eating two taels of chili noodles."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, I have the tobacco pot left by your great-grandfather in my study. Let's try it some other time."
Chapter completed!