Three Hundred and Thirty-Five, Which Surname Is It? (Thank You, the Leader of Chi Xia Xin Sheng Wei Ran)

When Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo returned, in addition to Shen Youchu and Aning, yesterday's groom also brought the bride to see them off, and also carried souvenirs in his hands.

Chen Hansheng shook hands and hugged with a smile, and accepted the souvenirs without hesitation, but he didn't leave a word of promise to others.

Looking at the four people standing dazedly at the entrance of the alley, Wang Zibo thought that Shen Youchu and Xiao Aning had a reason to wait there, but there was no need for the young bride and groom, because Chen Hansheng didn't even bother to ask for their names.

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

Wang Zibo thought silently in his heart.

The two of them changed cars all the way to Chengdu. This time, even Wang Zibo took the initiative to buy gifts for Lu Yuzhen. If he went back a day late, he might be less scolded if he brought some gifts.

"Lao Chen can't ignore it either."

Chen Hansheng remembered his father, smacked his lips and bought four more cigarettes, all of which were local cigarettes 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 for a while and said to Wang Zibo: "Zibo, tear your dad up and let me smoke it, so as not to buy fake cigarettes."

"Fuck! What do you mean tearing my dad apart?"

Wang Zibo said dissatisfied: "Can't you tell me the whole story? Tear open the cigarette you gave my dad and try one."

"That's what you mean, why are you so literal-minded?"

"No! If you want to whip them, whip yourself."

"Look at how stingy you are."

"My pleasure."

The two complained to each other and boarded the plane back to Hong Kong City. They arrived home after just a short sleep. Standing at the door of the familiar Hualian Shopping Mall, Wang Zibo felt as if he was dreaming.

In the morning, I was still thousands of kilometers away in Sichuan and Chongqing, petting dogs and big cats, and teasing little Aning. Now I have returned to my hometown in the evening.

If it weren't for the cool breeze, Wang Zibo would have thought he was still dreaming.

"Why are you dazed?"

Chen Hansheng waved down a taxi: "Then you can take a taxi back yourself.

Don't look for me these two days. If you look for me, I won't be home. "

"Oh, oh."

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

"I have a girlfriend, I have money, I can buy gifts for my parents, and I didn't fail my exams."

Wang Zibo lowered his head and looked at the big and small bags: "At least it will be a good harvest year."

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Chen Hansheng didn't feel that much and trotted all the way back home. 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 flickered in the living room.

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

When Chen Hansheng came home, his first action was to change his slippers, and then he turned on the light with a "click" sound. His first words were not a greeting, but "distressed blame."

"Old Chen, do you need this little electricity at home? Don't let me buy you reading glasses in the future!"

"Turn off the lights and watch for comfort."

Chen Zhaojun replied and silently looked at his son.

In fact, Chen Hansheng missed seeing Lao Chen. After all, the last time he saw him was in November. However, he also developed a habit of putting down his luggage first and looking around from the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom, and found that there was no Liang Meijuan's figure came up with a famous saying.

"Dad, where is my mother?"

Lao Chen didn't take it seriously: "I know you are coming back today. She went out to buy groceries. She may have met a colleague or neighbor chatting with her."

Chen Hansheng curled his lips: "I don't even pay attention to my own son when he comes home."

Seeing Chen Hansheng about to go back to the bedroom to sleep, Chen Zhaojun stopped him: "Come here, I have something to ask you."

Old Chen's face was rarely serious. Chen Hansheng thought for a while and took the cigarette over first: "Dad, I respect you."

"oh."

Lao Chen took it over and looked at it, then put the cigarette on the coffee table and waited for his son to come out from washing cucumbers in the kitchen.

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

Although Lao Chen had something to talk about, he was still worried about Chen Hansheng's stomach upset when he saw him eating raw cucumbers like this.

"Just feel good."

Chen Hansheng sat down on the sofa, put his hands wet with water directly around Lao Chen's shoulders, stared at the women's volleyball game on TV, chewed a cucumber and said, "Come to me if you need anything."

In fact, Chen Zhaojun is very pleased with his son's attitude. Liang Meijuan is a strict mother at home, and he is not suitable for showing off his face anymore. Therefore, Chen Hansheng has not been afraid of Lao Chen since he was a child, but is very afraid of Liang Meijuan.

"How much money have you made this year?"

Lao Chen works in a government agency and usually doesn't directly ask about privacy like this, but this is his son, so there is no hindrance.

"More than 800,000 yuan. It was originally more than 900,000 yuan. The bonuses were scattered a bit, and an employee was given a car worth 200,000 yuan."

Regarding money, Chen Hansheng would not lie to his biological father. He didn't even think about what Lao Chen was asking for. In short, his money was his parents' money.

"so much?"

Lao Chen was a little surprised.

"Well, maybe more next year."

Chen Hansheng didn't sit properly while watching TV at home. He took off his shoes and stood directly on the coffee table when he suddenly bumped into something.

Chen Zhaojun reminded: "Don't break the bracelet your mother just bought, or you will curse me again."

Chen Hansheng picked it up and took a look at it: "This is obviously made of scraps left over from making jade. Instead, I went to a jewelry store to buy her a genuine one. I'm being stingy."

"None of that matters."

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

"Um."

Chen Hansheng nodded and admitted that Liang Meijuan knew about this.

"That's what I want to talk to you about."

Chen Zhaojun sighed: "I am optimistic about the daughter of the old Xiao family. This girl is beautiful, tall, polite, and has good academic performance. She saw your mother and me on the street two days ago, and she forced her to buy each of us. A set of down jackets, and the most important thing is that our two families know each other well."

Chen Hansheng stopped talking and listened quietly.

"But."

Chen Zhaojun shook his head: "Your mother prefers Shen Youchu. Of course she has her own reasons. Of course, I also like Xiao Shen. This is your attitude now."

"If you choose Xiao Shen, then we will make it clear to Lao Xiao, so that the two families will not become enemies; if you choose Xiao Shen, then break up with Xiao Shen as soon as possible."

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

How could Chen Hansheng choose? He said impatiently: "Dad, wouldn't it be nice for you to go to the Hong Kong Academy of Fine Arts to write calligraphy when you have time? This is my own private matter and I can handle it."

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

"Let me think about it."

"Can you make up your mind before the year?"

"I'm sleepy, Dad, I'm going to go back to bed first."

Chen Hansheng wanted to run away again, but Lao Chen had no choice but to change his approach: "Then tell me first who you like, so that when I meet Lao Xiao in the future, I will know how to deal with it."

Chen Hansheng thought that it would be impossible if he didn't give an answer today, so he wet his fingers with water and wrote a surname on the mahogany coffee table.

Unexpectedly, after Lao Chen read it, this middle-aged and elderly man with no temperament slapped the coffee table angrily.

With a "ding" sound, one of the bracelets Liang Meijuan bought broke.

"Holy shit."

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

Seeing Chen Hansheng running back to the bedroom to sleep, Lao Chen looked at the two bracelets with a sad look on his face.

After Chen Hansheng returned to the bedroom, he looked around here and there. Because he stayed up late last night and was traveling today, he actually fell on the bed and squinted for a while.

When I was half asleep and half awake, I heard someone talking and familiar footsteps in the living room. It was the Queen Mother Liang who was back. Chen Hansheng quickly got up and went to say hello.

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

"If it's broken, just break it. Han Sheng finally went home. He was careless. He's not very expensive. It's better to just pretend that it didn't happen. Don't put more burden on the child..." ·”

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