Chapter 617 Helping the Poor

  Fu Ronglan saw that she was still arranging her clothes meticulously, smiled, pulled her past and walked out.

   "An ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws. Besides, you are not ugly, so don't be nervous."

   Taking advantage of his words, Xiao Jiuhan was actually nervous.

   "Hey, my hair..."

  Fu Ronglan touched her head casually: "It's not messy, it's fine, don't worry."

  The parents of the Fu family got the news early in the morning. The husband and wife stretched their necks so long that they were eagerly looking forward to their son bringing their daughter-in-law back.

  If it's a man, it's a man, anyway, the couple have already accepted their fate.

only.

  When they saw Fu Ronglan holding a waist-length hair, white hair and silver pupils...

   "Husband, is the one our son is holding hands with, is it a man or a woman?" Ms. Wen Cuicui whispered to her husband with some doubts.

  Fu Qingtao also looked at the shirt and trousers on Xiao Jiuhan's body, and then at the other's ridiculously beautiful face: "Girl?"

  Ms. Wen Cuicui was even more puzzled: "But isn't our son already out of the closet? Could it be that he's back to his old ways?"

"Uh, can't you? Rong Lan is not that kind of person. By the way, look at that girl, with silver hair and silver pupils. How many people in this world have silver pupils? Didn't I just say that the person Rong Lan fell in love with is High Priest of Shenjiang? No problem."

   is the High Priest of Shenjiang!

   But at that time, didn’t it say that the high priest of Shenjiang used a man’s body?

  Why did this change again?

  Wen Cuicui muttered: "Did they go to Thailand? Can't they? Look at Rong Rong's virtue. If he dares, he might be kicked into a **** by his daughter-in-law first."

  See in-laws.

   Xiao Jiuhan never even thought about this kind of thing in the past.

   But now this kind of thing did happen to her, so she was a little embarrassed.

How to do?

Fu Ronglan took her hand and came to Fu's parents: "Xiao Jiuhan, you know her, she will be my wife from now on, your daughter-in-law, haven't you been clamoring for a daughter-in-law? Now I will give her to you." You brought it back."

  Fu Ronglan raised his chin, complacent.

  Ms. Wen Cuicui raised her elbow and unceremoniously knocked him away.

Brat, look at your complacency. You haven't even got married yet, and you haven't received your certificate yet. This person might just run away, why don't you hurry up and collect your 2.58 million sand sculptures? You are not afraid that your future daughter-in-law will dislike you.

  Fu Ronglan listened to her "heart-to-heart" word for word.

   Sure enough, Fu Ronglan immediately glanced cautiously at Xiao Jiuhan, and saw that Xiao Jiuhan didn't seem to care about his so-called "sand sculpture appearance", so he coughed lightly, pretending to be indifferent.

   "Oh, daughter-in-law, we are looking forward to you."

  While Xiao Jiuhan was thinking about how to greet each other, the graceful and beautiful Ms. Wen Cuicui squeezed over, grabbed her arm, mouthed each daughter-in-law, and screamed so affectionately.

"You don't know that we have been about to give up on this son for so many years, thinking that he will be a bachelor for the rest of his life, but I never thought that my daughter-in-law has such good conditions, and you are willing to have him. Oh, my daughter-in-law, how can you She is really a good girl with a kind heart who helps the poor."

  Fu Qingtao feels that as a parent, the future daughter-in-law has not yet married into the family, and now it is not good to demolish his son in front of the future daughter-in-law.

  However, his wife is as big as the sky, so he couldn't refute this, so he had to go along with it: "Yes, yes."

  Helping the poor?

  Xiao Jiuhan looked suspiciously at Fu Ronglan, who had no sense of existence, and asked with his eyes: "What kind of existence are you in the eyes of your parents?"

I came back to update again, because I feel that this book is about to be finished, but the outline that was originally set later can no longer be used. I am not satisfied. I went to rewrite the outline of the last part. In the past few days, many people have asked me to update. I am really sorry to keep you waiting for a long time. I am very sorry, very sorry!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)