When Xiao Rongyu said this, Wang Zibo also heard him. He didn't say anything, but when he lined up to get on the bus, Wang Zibo pushed Chen Hansheng's waist, and both knew it well.

In the car, Chen Hansheng naturally sat with Xiao Rongyu. After the bus passed the Yangtze River Bridge, Xiao Yuer fell asleep on Chen Hansheng's shoulders.

"When I went to Jianye to sign up in my freshman year, it seemed to be the same."

Chen Hansheng looked at Xiao Rongyu beside him, Guazi's face was red and charming, and his mouth pouted cutely.

"Ding."

Chen Hansheng received a message from his mobile phone and sent it from Wang Zibo sitting behind.

"Xiao Yu'er was not joking just now."

Wang Zibo asked: "She said it was true?"

Chen Hansheng: It shouldn't be a joke. In fact, they can't avoid it. They must meet one day.

Wang Zibo: The scene must be miserable.

Chen Hansheng: Yes.

Wang Zibo: Are you ready?

Chen Hansheng: It is being arranged, Xiao Yuer's reaction is expected.

Wang Zibo: What are your routines?

Chen Hansheng did not answer again, and put his arm around Xiao Rongyu's shoulder to rest.

Xiao Yuer felt the affection of the people around her, she smiled sweetly with her eyes closed, and tried to shrink into Chen Hansheng's arms.

When Wang Zibo saw Chen Hansheng put his mobile phone away, he also consciously stopped asking. After more than four hours from Jianye to Gangcheng, after the bus got off the highway, the familiar face of Gangcheng came into view.

At this time, people began to get off the bus. Probably in a big city like Jianye, the traffic control is a little stricter, and buses must stop at the Central Gate Passenger Terminal.

But everyone in Hong Kong City doesn't care so much, especially those who call "stop" still speak the Hong Kong City dialect. Drivers who are also from Hong Kong City often stop at a certain roadside to remind passengers not to forget their luggage.

Chen Hansheng stood up and packed his luggage, turned his head and said to Wang Zibo, "Go ahead and talk to the driver.

Time to stop. "

Wang Zibo looked at the driving bus and said hesitantly: "We'll just take a tricycle at the station. It's not expensive anyway."

"I know it's not expensive."

Chen Hansheng frowned, "Isn't this a waste of time, it takes a lot of trouble to turn back."

"Oh."

In fact, Wang Zibo didn't want to do this. He felt that in front of all the people in the car, he said to the master "please stop, I want to get off", which is very difficult to say.

Wang Zibo also doesn't know the specific reason. He feels that he has more psychological barriers than raising his hand to answer teacher questions in high school.

But he was afraid of being scolded again, so he could only bite the bullet and walk to the driver's seat, wondering whether it would be better to say "Master, stop at the intersection ahead" or "Master, stop at the big pharmacy in front".

"It's best if someone gets off the bus in Haining Community, so I don't have to shout."

Wang Zibo secretly looked forward to it, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. He looked at his best friend, and Chen Hansheng was already breathing out fragrance.

So Wang Zibo swallowed vigorously, cleared his throat and was about to speak. Unexpectedly, the driver who was driving would have noticed a person next to him. He took the initiative to ask, "Young man, where are you going to stop?"

Wang Zibo Rumeng amnesty: "Haining Community."

The master nodded: "Then the big pharmacy, where there is a place to park."

"Thank you, master, thank you, master."

Wang Zibo quickly thanked him.

The driver didn't take it seriously. This kind of performance is like a college student. It is relatively young and a little cute.

"Xiao Chen, the big pharmacy ahead is going to get off."

Wang Zibo rushed back to his seat, and Chen Hansheng couldn't help but sneered: "If you speak more slowly, we will be in America."

"Shoot, stop at random, irregular."

Wang Zibo murmured rebuttal.

Xiao Rongyu's round eyes were open. She looked very funny from the side. In fact, she did the same every time, as if she had to muster a lot of courage.

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After getting off the bus, the three of them took a deep breath at the same time. Autumn in Hong Kong City can be said to be high and refreshing. The sky is blue and there are no white clouds. This is something you can't experience in Jianye.

Chen Hansheng took out his cell phone and called Liang Meijuan, telling himself that he had gotten out of the car and was almost hungry.

When walking downstairs, Chen Hansheng saw Liang Meijuan holding a handful of green onions in her hand and wearing an apron, waiting while cleaning up.

"Hey, the specifications are pretty big."

Chen Hansheng himself was very surprised: "It has been so many years, this is the first time your old man came downstairs to pick me up."

"Don't put gold on your face!"

Liang Meijuan didn't look at her son at all, and kindly said to Xiao Rongyu: "I came to see Xiaoyuer, our sweet little princess."

"Auntie Liang~"

Xiao Rongyu took Liang Meijuan's arm affectionately, and took out some bottles and cans from the bag: "This is the cosmetics I bought for you. Please don't pay me. It's not expensive. I eat a few less meals. Sweets will do."

"It's better to be a little fish. It's a pity that I raise a son for nothing, and come back empty-handed. It's envious."

While Liang Meijuan expressed her gratitude, she did not forget to stab Chen Hansheng a few words.

Chen Hansheng turned a deaf ear to his ears. When she went upstairs, she ran into a neighbor Aunt Xia. She was in the same unit as Liang Meijuan. When she saw Chen Hansheng, she said, "Han Sheng is back. Your mother said you don't want to hold a 20th birthday party, so we paid directly. ."

Neighbors in small places are more harmonious. If you add the relationship between colleagues, this is basically a "relative" for the happy events.

"I don't want to operate, so that I will always be a 19-year-old boy."

Chen Hansheng said with a smile, "Aunt Xia is going out."

"expensive."

Aunt Xia was a little fat. After walking a few steps, she suddenly remembered something: "Meijuan, I will tell you something."

Liang Meijuan raised her head and said to Chen Hansheng: "You go up first, I will talk to your Aunt Xia."

Because Xiao Rongyu was holding Liang Meijuan's arm, she wanted to behave well: "I'll stay with Aunt Liang."

Chen Hansheng reminded seriously: "Don't regret it, they forget the time when they talk."

Aunt Xia didn't believe it herself: "I have something else to do, and I will leave in a while."

Liang Meijuan also waved the green onion in her hand: "I'm still waiting for the seasoning, you are about to be your father, and I always like to draw conclusions."

Xiao Rongyu wanted to talk about how long it would take, three or two minutes at most, and she followed Chen Hansheng: "Go, go, don't disturb our chat."

Chen Hansheng wondered whether he would listen to the old man's words, and he would suffer a lot.

Only Old Chen was in the living room. Wang Zibo went up and said hello: "Uncle Chen."

"Ok."

Old Chen nodded, and he looked at Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo. The two young men were in good spirits, and Chen Hansheng did not have the lowness after business failure.

"Where is your mother?" Chen Zhaojun asked.

"Downstairs and Aunt Xia are bragging."

Chen Hansheng watched "Animal World" for a while, and Zhao Zhongxiang's honest voice echoed in the living room.

"After mating, the male bear has fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, and the legend of the female bear has just begun..."

Soon, there was another uproar downstairs, Xiao Hongwei and Lu Yuqing, and Wang Zibo's mother Lu Yuzhen also came.

It seems that they were invited to eat together.

Two middle-aged women also joined the chat team, Xiao Hongwei went straight upstairs, and the voices of the women spoke from below from time to time.

When his wife was chatting, her husband called himself a gentleman and would not interrupt him, especially a good-tempered person like Chen Zhaojun.

Unless I can't help it anymore.

When the clock pointed to one o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Chen walked to the window, but he just moved his mouth, and finally said to Chen Hansheng: "How long your mother has been talking, go and call it."

Chen Hansheng was unwilling: "I'm going to shout that I will be scolded, Zi Bo go and shout."

When Wang Zibo heard this, he let himself out again. He quickly refused: "I'm not very hungry either. It's uncomfortable to ride in a car."

Chen Hansheng looked at Xiao Hongwei again, "Hong Kong City Old Yanzu Wu" glared at him: "I am in a mess, dare you command me?"

"Dare not dare."

Only Chen Hansheng stood up. He came to the window and wanted to blow so hot.

Aunt Xia is in a hurry, it's been more than 20 minutes;

The Queen Mother Liang is even more exaggerated, she still holds green onions in her hand;

Aunt Lu, you are a high-cold civil servant somehow;

Lu Yuzhen also smiled happily, occasionally mixing a few sentences.

The only sad reminder is Xiao Rongyu~lightnovelpub.net~ She is not interested in the short topics of these parents, but Liang Meijuan is holding her arm again. Now she wants to walk and can't walk, she can only bend her legs and rest her feet imperceptibly.

Chen Hansheng watched silently for a while, but also did not speak.

Dissuasion at this time will not only prevent the "moms" from chatting, it will only have counterproductive effects.

However, Chen Hansheng did not flinch. Under the gaze of the other three men, he picked up a few folding stools and ran down, shouting: "Mom, I moved the chairs for you. You sit down and talk. Right."

Wang Zibo didn’t understand Chen Hansheng’s intentions, and he was still wondering, but it didn’t take long before Liang Meijuan’s cursing voice came: “We’re just chatting for a while, and we will go up soon. You’re fine with what a stool does. I’ve never seen you so positive. What..."

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of walking in the corridor, and the menopause tea party finally ended because of a few stools.

Xiao Hongwei and Chen Zhaojun looked at each other, and Old Xiao quietly gave a thumbs up: "Friend of Women, it is a pity that Han Sheng did not join the Women's Federation."

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