When Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo returned, in addition to Shen Youchu and Aning, yesterday's bridegroom also took the bride to see them off, carrying some local specialties.

Chen Hansheng laughed and shook hands and embraced, and did not refuse to accept the souvenirs, but did not leave a promise to others.

Looking at the four people standing at the entrance of the alley with dementia, Wang Zibo thought that Shen Youchu and Xiao Aning had a reason to wait there. This was unnecessary for the young bride and groom, because Chen Hansheng didn't even bother to inquire about their names.

"Why can Xiao Chen's heart be so hard."

Wang Zibo thought silently.

The two changed cars all the way to Rongcheng. This time even Wang Zibo took the initiative to buy gifts for Lu Yuzhen. He went back one day late, so bringing some gifts might save him less scolding.

"Old Chen can't ignore it."

Chen Hansheng remembered that he still had his father, so he slapped his lips and bought four more cigarettes, all of which were from Sichuan and Chongqing, such as Jiaozi and Yuxi.

Wang Zibo saw it and bought four of them.

Chen Hansheng was worried that the cigarette was fake, so he thought about it and said to Wang Zibo: "Zi Bo, tear up your dad and smoke it for me to avoid buying fake cigarettes."

"Fuck! What do you mean to tear my dad."

Wang Zibo said dissatisfied: "Can't you tell me the whole story, tear up the cigarette you gave to my dad and try one."

"I mean, why are you so literate."

"No! If you want to smoke, smoke your own."

"Look at how stingy you are."

"My pleasure."

The two complained to each other on boarding the plane back to Hong Kong City, and they arrived at their hometown after just a nap. Standing at the door of the familiar Hualian Shopping Mall, Wang Zibo felt like dreaming.

In the morning, I was still in Sichuan and Chongqing thousands of kilometers away, petting the dog and the big cat, teasing Xiao Aning, and now he has returned to his hometown in the evening.

If it weren't for the cool breeze, Wang Zibo always thought he was still in a dream.

"What's in a daze?"

Chen Hansheng beckoned and called a taxi: "Then you can take a taxi and go back. Don't look for me these two days. You will not be home when you find me."

"Oh, oh."

Wang Zibo waved goodbye in confusion, and took out a cigarette and smoked it "Bata Bata". He felt that the year passed too quickly, but thinking about it, the harvest was quite big.

"I have a girlfriend, I have money, and I can buy gifts for my parents, and my exam results are not down."

Wang Zibo looked down at the big and small bags: "It's a good harvest year anyway."

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Chen Hansheng didn't feel that much, and ran back home all the way. Chen Zhaojun was sitting on the sofa watching sports programs.

He didn't turn on the light either, only the light from the color TV was flickering in the living room.

"Why don't you always turn on the lights."

The first action of Chen Hansheng went home was to change slippers, and then turned on the light with a "click". The first sentence was not a greeting, but a "distressed blame".

"Old Chen, do you lack this electricity bill at home? Don't let me wear reading glasses for you in the future!"

"It looks comfortable with the lights off."

Chen Zhaojun replied and silently looked at his son.

Actually, Chen Hansheng missed Lao Chen very much. After all, the last time he saw him was in November, but he also developed the habit of putting down his luggage first, walking around from the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom, and found no With Liang Meijuan's figure, a famous saying came.

"Dad, where is my mother?"

Old Chen didn't care too much: "Knowing that you are back today, she went out to buy groceries, maybe she met a colleague and neighbor who was chatting."

Chen Hansheng curled his lips: "I don't care about my son going home."

Seeing that Chen Hansheng was going to go back to the bedroom to sleep, Chen Zhaojun called to stop him: "Come here, I have something to ask you."

Old Chen's face was rare and serious. Chen Hansheng thought for a while and wanted to bring the cigarette over first: "Dad, honor you."

"Oh."

Old Chen took it over and took a look, and put the cigarette on the coffee table casually, waiting for his son to wash the cucumbers out in the kitchen.

"It's so cold, you have to eat these raw and cold melons and fruits."

Although Lao Chen had something to talk about, he was worried that he would eat a raw cucumber just like that.

"Just cool."

Chen Hansheng sat down on the sofa with his wet hands around Lao Chen's shoulders, staring at the women's volleyball game on TV, chewing cucumbers in his mouth and saying, "What is it?"

In fact, Chen Zhaojun is very pleased with his son's attitude. Liang Meijuan is a strict mother at home, and she is not suitable to hold another face. Therefore, Chen Hansheng was not afraid of old Chen since he was a child, but was very afraid of Liang Meijuan.

"How much did you make this year?"

Lao Chen works in government agencies, and he usually doesn't ask about privacy directly, but this is his son, so there is no obstacle.

"More than 800,000 yuan, originally more than 900,000 yuan, the bonus has been scattered, and another employee has to be equipped with a 200,000 car."

In terms of money, Chen Hansheng would not lie to his father. He didn't even want Old Chen to ask him what to do. In short, his own money is his parents' money.

"so much?"

Old Chen was a little surprised.

"Well, maybe more next year."

Chen Hansheng didn't have a serious sitting posture while watching TV at home. He took off his shoes and leaned directly on the coffee table when he suddenly bumped into something "ding-ding-ding".

Chen Zhaojun reminded: "Don't touch the bracelet that your mother just bought, or you will swear."

Chen Hansheng picked it up and looked at it: "This is obviously made of scraps left over from making jade. It's clear that I'll go to the jewelry store and buy her a genuine one. It's petty."

"These are not important."

Chen Zhaojun looked at his son and asked, "Are you going to send Xiao Shen again?"

"Ok."

Chen Hansheng nodded and admitted, Liang Meijuan knew about it.

"This is what I want to talk to you about."

Chen Zhaojun sighed: "I'm the daughter of the old Xiao family. This girl is beautiful, tall, polite, and good at school. I saw your mother and me on the street two days ago, and he just bought each for us. For a set of down jackets, the most important thing is that our two families know the bottom line."

Chen Hansheng stopped speaking and listened quietly.

"However."

Chen Zhaojun shook his head: "Your mother likes Shen Youchu more. Of course she has her own reasons. Of course, I like Xiao Shen too. Now it's your attitude."

"If you choose Xiao Shen, then we will make it clear to Lao Xiao, so that the two families will not be enemies; if you choose Xiao Xiao, you can get rid of Xiao Shen as soon as possible."

Chen Zhaojun gave an ultimatum: "So, you have to come up with a result."

How could Chen Hansheng choose? He said impatiently: "Dad, it's not good for you to go to the Hong Kong Academy of Fine Arts to write Braille when you have time. This is my own personal matter and I can handle it."

"Then what are you going to do with it?"

"Let me think about it."

"Can you pay attention a year ago?"

"I'm sleepy, Dad, I'll go back to sleep first."

Chen Hansheng wanted to escape again, but Lao Chen had no choice but to change the method in the end: "Then tell me who you like first, so that when I meet Lao Xiao in the future, I know what attitude to deal with."

Chen Hansheng thought that if he didn't give an answer today, he seemed to be unable to do so, so he put his finger on the water and wrote a surname on the mahogany coffee table.

I don't know that after Lao Chen finished reading, the middle-aged and elderly people with no temper patted the coffee table angrily.

Just listening to the "ding" ~lightnovelpub.net~ The bracelet that Liang Meijuan bought directly broke one.

"Damn it."

Chen Hansheng was taken aback and quickly moved away from the scene of the accident: "Dad, you broke it, it has nothing to do with me."

Seeing Chen Hansheng ran back to the bedroom to sleep, Old Chen looked at the two bracelets with a sad expression.

After Chen Hansheng returned to the bedroom, he looked around here and there. Last night, because of staying up late and the trip today, he really fell on the bed and squinted for a while.

When I was half asleep and half awake, I heard someone talking in the living room and the familiar footsteps. This is the Queen Mother Liang's return. Chen Hansheng quickly got up and asked for peace.

As a result, before Chen Hansheng opened the bedroom door, he heard Lao Chen explain the broken bracelet.

"If it is broken, it will be broken. Han Sheng finally went home. He was not careful, and he was not very expensive. It is better to just treat this as it did not happen, and don't add to the child's heart burden... ·"

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