"Oh." Yang Jiahui agreed thoughtfully.

The car left in a flash.

When I went to Zhang Jun’s home for the first time, Yang Jiahui was both shy and excited. What was shy was that their relationship was about to be recognized; what was excited was that the first level had passed in the eyes of her future mother-in-law. She held his hand and shook it gently, hoping that he could give her some courage.

Zhang Jun smiled foolishly and said, "My parents are easy to talk to. Besides, the ugly daughter-in-law will have to meet her parents-in-law sooner or later."

"You are annoying!" she said, turning around deliberately and ignoring him.

After a while, Yang Jiahui pulled Zhang Jun and said, "It's still early, can we go for a walk?"

"OK!"

Zhang Jun agreed very readily.

They went to Huafeng Supermarket, the largest supermarket in the city. Since today is not a weekend or a membership day, there are not many people inside. Zhang Jun gradually understood her idea of ​​buying some gifts, so he grabbed her and said, "Jiahui, you don't have to buy anything. My parents just want to see the ugly wife in the future."

Yang Jiahui ignored him and continued to wander around the supermarket. She suddenly saw a half-piece coat hanging in a clothing and gift shop. The big round double-breasted pair, black background and red flowers, especially a pair of square white buttons, which made it look more noble and looked particularly eye-catching from a distance. When the waiter saw them coming, he enthusiastically introduced: "This is a velvet fabric imported from South Korea. The style is beautiful, noble and elegant, and it shows its temperament."

The waiter said and took off the clothes. Yang Jiahui looked carefully, and the waiter said, "Who are you buying it for?"

"aunt."

"Then this one is just right, the price is not high, it is only 200 yuan," said the waiter.

Yang Jiahui picked up the clothes and measured them for a while and said to herself: "It's about the same size, it's just this one."

At Zhang Jun's home, his father and mother took leave early to go home, bought some vegetables in the vegetable market, and were busy at home. When his father heard that his future daughter-in-law was growing well, he was particularly happy and worked very hard when cooking.

With the sound of footsteps, Zhang Jun led her in.

"Hello, uncle, aunt!"

As soon as they met, Yang Jiahui said hello first.

"Welcome, welcome, hurry into the house." The mother said, holding Yang Jiahui's hands and looking up and down carefully.

It made Yang Jiahui's face look like a layer of red cloth was covered with, which made her even more adorable.

Zhang Jun felt relieved by his parents' enthusiasm. He had always worried about what his parents would think of her.

Yang Jiahui said generously: "Uncle, aunt, what can I help with?"

"All done, just rest." My mother said with a smile.

Zhang Jun smiled and said, "She cooks very delicious."

Yang Jiahui stood behind him embarrassedly and quietly hit him with one hand.

"Auntie, do you see if this dress looks good?" said Yang Jiahui.

Zhang Jun quickly broke through the cracks and said, "She bought it specially."

"It looks good, it looks good, and the ones Jiahui bought are all good." As he said that, he took out 500 yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into Yang Jiahui's hand.

"I made money." Zhang Jun said with a smile.

“Annoying.”

"Come and have dinner." My father shouted happily.

At the dinner table, the mother asked about Yang Jiahui's parents coming.

Yang Jiahui looked at Zhang Jun before saying, "My father is the boss of Sifang Company, and my mother is the supervisor accountant there."

Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that his lover was the daughter of the boss of Sifang Company. You know, Sifang Company is a large private enterprise in Liaoying City, with thousands of employees. It is said that the boss's value is over 100 million.

He didn't believe his ears, and after a while he said, "You haven't told me before."

"I don't want people to know, especially you." Yang Jiahui said very directly.

The mother said, "Is it called Yang Wencai?"

"Yes, my aunt knows it?"

"I know, an old acquaintance, haha.

“

My father is an intellectual and doesn’t care much about this. He only cares about topics such as study and grades.

"Are you studying finance?"

Yang Jiahui hurriedly said: "I graduated from the Department of Finance of a certain university."

The mother diligently advised the dishes: "Eat more, girl."

"Thank you aunt." Yang Jiahui answered politely.

After two glasses of wine, my father said more and more. He asked, "I heard from Dajun that you are good at trading stocks."

"It's okay." Yang Jiahui said very politely.

The mother was a little unhappy and said to her father: "You old man, don't always delay people eating food."

He immediately said, "Jiahui, eat more vegetables."

"kindness."

Zhang Jun didn't say much. He just ate the food silently. He felt that there was a clear gap between his family and her, so inferiority complex quietly arose from his heart. He always doubted her life experience. Today he finally knew it. It made him happy and worried. He secretly thought about his own thoughts in his heart. Yang Jiahui was still a little unnatural when she had dinner at his house for the first time, although his parents were very enthusiastic and thoughtful.

She looked at Zhang Jun who had not spoken and wanted to ask, but she swallowed it back when she was at her mouth.

After dinner, Yang Jiahui helped to clean up the dishes and chatted in the living room for a while. In fact, the young people and the elders had nothing to say. After sitting for a while, their parents happily sent Yang Jiahui to Zhang Jun's house, and then returned to the living room to watch TV.

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Chapter 48: Destroy the Heavenly Strategy

Chapter 48: Destroy the Heavenly Strategy

Speaking of which: Only when you have love in your heart can you tell the secret of heaven.

In Zhang Jun's room, the two young people relaxed because after all, they were too restrictive when they were with their elders.

When Yang Jiahui saw the rice paper on the desk and the brush on the pen holder, she couldn't help but ask: "Old Hou said that your calligraphy is very good, and it seems to be true."

"Please supervise and guide." Zhang Jun said with a smile.

"I want to write, too!"

Yang Jiahui said cutely, and she picked up a pen while saying that, and Zhang Jun opened the cover of the inkstone and let him express it with all his heart.

In fact, Yang Jiahui also learned calligraphy when she was in school, but she had been abandoned after not practicing for such a long time. The pen in her hand was still trembling slightly, and the words she wrote were also a little fluttering. Zhang Jun saw it and wrote it with his hands, writing it one by one. The soft and smooth hands made Zhang Jun intoxicated and obsessed.

Zhang Jun accidentally glanced behind him and found that his mother had closed the door of his room at some point. Yang Jiahui also noticed that she didn't feel her face turned redder. She hugged Zhang Jun's neck and said, "You are not allowed to bully me."

"Yeah," Zhang Jun said it very well. In fact, he is a very formal person and will not do anything else.
Chapter completed!