After hearing Li Xiangxiang say it, Rong Qian was at a loss and wanted to say something to comfort her, but she also knew that those words were false and useless at all. She grabbed her fingers and stood there.

Fortunately, Li Xiangxiang just said envy casually, waved her hand and stood up and stretched, "Girl, don't look at me with the look of sorry for me, although you abandon me if you have a man."

Li Xiangxiang joked as usual, and found some food at home. She was not afraid of weight loss in the middle of the night. "And I just said that my sister is not that conscious. If she meets the person she likes on a blind date, it will be good for everyone. If she doesn't meet, then others will definitely not be able to match me."

Although she ate and drank from home since she was a child, her parents gave her life.

But Li Xiangxiang has never been a person who accepts her fate. She would rather be sorry to others than sacrifice her whole life for others. It would be better to just burp on the spot and return her life. She will return her flesh for so many years. Seek a soul to be free.

Li Xiangxiang looks careless, outgoing and lively, but in fact she still has the extreme of domineeringness in her bones.

Rong Qian naturally didn't know Li Xiangxiang's plans. Seeing Li Xiangxiang say this, she breathed a sigh of relief and thought about it seriously, "Xiangxiang, if you have no place to go in the future, come to me at any time and I will make money to support you."

Li Xiangxiang laughed at the sound of this, and her teeth burst out laughing. She waved her hand back to the room as if she was casual, but turned around, but her eyes were red with a very unpromising look.

I was in a bad mood, and Li Xiangxiang got up and returned to her heartlessness when she was sleeping. She heard the sound of Rong Qian getting up at around six o'clock in the morning. She squinted her eyes and hung it on Rong Qian, urging Rong Qian to make a facial mask, choose clothes, put on makeup, etc.

Yan Lang went upstairs to pick up people at around 8 o'clock, and Li Xiangxiang seemed to send her daughter to get married. She joked and told Yan Lang to treat her girl well.

Yan Langduo glanced at Li Xiangxiang, nodded seriously, and took Rong Qian downstairs.

Rong Qian was very moved. She was still sniffing when she entered the elevator. When she remembered Li Xiangxiang's family asked her to marry, she looked up and looked at Yan Lang with a little pitiful look, "Xiangxiang's family wants to arrange a blind date for her, saying that she wants to marry. Alang, don't your family need a marriage?"

Don’t all wealthy families like to do these things?

Yan Lang raised his hand and put the person in his arms, without any touch. "Basically speaking, marriage does not have much effect, it is just a psychological comfort. When it comes to stepping on it, swallowing it and taking the blame, the in-laws will never be lenient. I don't need marriage to expand the capital accumulation of my family."

After saying that, Yan Lang turned his head to Rong Qian and raised the corner of his mouth. Although he was not smiling, he had an injustice in his eyes. "I think the more important thing about getting married is to optimize the genes of offspring. Just like us, you are so cute, our children will be more adorable in the future."

In the future, I can get the cutest one in the whole kindergarten.

Rong Qian had nothing to say, blushed and lowered her head, hit Yan Lang's chest with her head, like a coquettish kitten.

It was indeed quite early when I arrived at the old house in Yujing Mountain. Rong Qian began to wonder if it would seem that she was too urgent and not reserved enough. After seeing the time, she felt embarrassed to step in.

Yan Lang held Rong Qian's handbag and pulled Rong Qian's hand into his pocket, "Don't worry, my mother is too urgent and not reserved enough. Come on, I'll take you to see my little garden and toy room."

After hearing Yan Lang say that he wanted to take her to see where he left many memories of his life, he didn't care whether he was reserved or not. He hurriedly followed with his short legs.

Yujing Mountain is not a villa group, because it does not belong to a commercial development site. Several families also occupy the top of the mountain, including other courtyards and old houses.

Yan Lang and the others generally don’t live here. Yan Lang lived here when he was a child. When his grandparents died one after another in junior high school, Yan Lang started living in a small villa in the city. Later, after graduating from high school, he moved to a small apartment again.

However, when you see a daughter-in-law, you must go back to your old house. To put it in a scientific and feudal superstitious idea, today you will meet Rong Qian with the souls of their Yan family.

Of course, this is a saying. Only when Rong Qian gets married can she go to the ancestral hall to burn incense to her ancestors. Only then will she be considered a formal meeting, and Rong Qian will be added to the genealogy.

The old house of Yan Lang's family is said to have been in history for five or six generations. It belongs to the imitation Qing architecture of the Republic of China period. It was destroyed during a special period and was later restored and repaired. The pavilions and towers were preserved in a fairly intact.

Yan Lang doesn’t like the old house very much because it is too wide and too big to space. When he was a child, Yan Lang liked to lock himself in his own small space. He stayed alone for the whole day and didn’t like to talk.

It was not until he saw Rong Qian that Yan Lang felt that he had come to life and the world became alive.

This is the first time Rong Qian has seen such a place. Last time she was in the imperial kitchen, she felt that such an antique building was very charming. Now when she saw the old house of Yan Lang, she suddenly found that the layout of the imperial kitchen was still too small.

When Ms. Zhong was standing there waiting impatiently. When she saw Rong Qian, her eyes were about to shine. She held Rong Qian without letting go, and Yan Lang without letting go. So Rong Qian was a little embarrassed and held hands by the two of them, like an old lady being held by her.

When he met Mr. Yan who was reading newspapers and drinking tea in the front yard hall, Yan Lang pulled the person, "Mom, I'll take Qianqian to take a walk first, Dad, let's go first."

Lao Yan, who pretended to be serious in front of his future daughter-in-law, nodded, and Ms. Zhong could only let go with regret, "Okay, take good care of Qianqian."

After giving instructions, he asked the housekeeper to arrange for people to follow each other in a distance. At that time, Yan Lang and the others could find someone if they need them.

After leaving the main hall, Rong Qian quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Yan Lang looked at her little appearance and couldn't help but smile and pinched her face, "Why, I'm so nervous?"

Rong Qian nodded, then turned her head and looked around. It was mid-November now, and many flowers, plants and trees had begun to turn yellow. The next snow would basically fall on the leaves on the trees overnight.

"Your home is so big, there are many people responsible for cleaning every day?"

The cost of hiring someone to take care of flowers, plants and trees in a month is probably not small.

After really coming in to see it, Rong Qian suddenly remembered a question. Even if she had such a yard, she would probably not be able to afford the daily expenses of her usual life. The maintenance fee alone would be too high. It is probably similar to a foreign castle.

Yan Lang let go of the holding hand, raised his arm and put it on Rong Qian's shoulder, turned his wrist and opened his palm to press the tiger's mouth against Rong Qian's chin, gently grabbed Rong Qian's face with his five fingers, and pinched her mouth and pouted, "What is my home? This is our home."

Seeing that Rong Qian knew her mistake, she nodded and corrected her statement. Yan Lang then answered Rong Qian's question.

This is a family’s foundation. Just like their family, there is not a large population, where can’t they live?

But the old house cannot be abandoned in any generation. When it comes to the Yan family mansion in Yujingshan, outsiders are full of envy. This is no longer a simple yard, but also represents the foundation of their Yan family.

If one day the Yan family members can’t even afford to support their old houses and can only choose to abandon or sell them, then the Yan family will basically be abandoned.

It's actually a bit cumbersome, but the big families value this, which is the division of wealthy families.

Rong Qian nodded suddenly, thought about it and felt something was wrong, and looked up at Yan Lang in a daze, "So your family is actually not as rich as ordinary?"

Although Rong Qian had already learned yesterday that Yan Lang's family did not run a hotel, but a hotel.

But now Yan Lang is involved in the classification of wealthy families. Rong Qian looks at this courtyard that is not declining at all, so the Yan Lang family is actually a big family among wealthy families. Who has a deep foundation?

This question has stopped people. Yan Lang thought about it, "It should be, but it's still a bit far from going international."

Rong Qian didn't have such a specific concept division. After trying hard to imagine for a while, she could only say "oh" and give up and continue thinking about this issue. Then she was happily taken to see his small garden by Yan Lang.

Originally, Rong Qian thought it was just a place where flowers and plants were planted, but when she got there, she realized that poverty was indeed limiting her imagination.

Yan Lang's small garden is a pavilion converted into a glass house, independent of the center of the lake. Turning over the rockery and walking up the pier that extends to the center of the lake, Rong Qian passed the smooth and transparent glass and saw the various colors of flowers inside.

"Come in, I haven't seen them for a while."

Yan Lang pushed open the glass door and pulled Rong Qian in sideways.

After entering the glass flower room, Rong Qian found that she was still too childish just now.

I saw that the surroundings were high and low, either placed on flower stands or hung in the air. Some flowers were obviously not open in the same season, but because a separate glass cover was installed to form an independent space to adjust the temperature, light and humidity, flowers in spring, summer, autumn and winter all met in this small garden.

Yan Lang let go of his hand and let Rong Qian turn on himself. From then on, he went to the laboratory table next to him to open the book hanging. There were various seeds soaked in the test tube next to him.

Planting flowers is like doing experiments. Rong Qian feels that she claims to be very smart when she writes. However, in reality, Rong Qian is very ashamed. When she knows that all this is something Yan Lang likes to play when he went to elementary school to junior high school, Rong Qian began to wonder if she had traveled to another world in parallel space.

Yan Lang was very satisfied with the people who helped take care of this flower room. After reading the booklet, he commented on it, then found scissors and cut a few flowers, tied them into a bunch of beautiful ribbons to give to Rong Qian, "It's actually more beautiful here tonight. You stay here. I will take you here to see you when the time comes. There are plum blossoms in the backyard, and it will be about to bloom in a while..."

Later, Yan Lang took Rong Qian to see his toy room, which was the place he spent the longest time when he was a child.

I saw the works placed on the shelves on both walls, which contained the simplest building blocks, the city garden farm. The further I went, the more difficult it was, and in the end I made something myself.

Some were spliced ​​with various things, and some were simply carved by themselves. When Rong Qian saw a Jurassic Park, she nodded and confirmed that her family Alang had indeed had a childish childhood, so she felt a little relieved.

There are also small welding and fusion cutting tools in the room, not to mention the sand cloth sharpening knives and other tools, all kinds of models are available, just like a workplace.

Fortunately, with the small garden as the leader, Rong Qian felt that after seeing this so-called toy room, she still had a good ability to withstand it.
Chapter completed!