think.

Whenever she saw a narrow and dirty home, she had to share it with her sister a little bit of the attic, and she hated her heart!

Some people are born with a car to pick up and drop off, amateurs have professional teachers to tutor, bright clothes, beautiful shoes, and bags of tens of thousands of dollars. The most important thing is that even if such people do not have talent and do not have to work hard, the future will be as bright as ever.

Why is she the daughter of the grocery store owner?

If she is the daughter of the mayor or the secretary of the municipal party committee, who dares to laugh at her again?!

Just looking at Wen Yuan's twisted face, Wen Shitong felt as happy as if she had drunk wine: he liked seeing someone like him, and he would take the bait when he was tempted.

Therefore, I hate Wen Shixuan and Manman so much, and I don’t envy those who only live their own lives.

What surprised him slightly was that Xu Yu'e was not happy when she heard this...

When Jiang Yan rushed home from school, Jiang's father was out of danger and returned to the courtyard from the hospital.

Jiang's mother was scolded by her husband and was unhappy, so she simply went to her eldest son's house to stay for a few days.

That night, Manman cooked in person and showed off her cooking skills in front of her father-in-law. Jiang Mei told the nanny at home that she would not cook anymore, and left the rice made by Manman with Xiao Dongzi.

I wanted to go into the kitchen as a woman to help my sister-in-law, but less than three minutes after entering, Jiang Mei turned around and said to her brother: "God, professional chef, I don't know how to do it."

Jiang Mei's terrible cooking skills, like him, would be misplaced by salt and sugar. Jiang Yan grabbed his sister: "Don't go in and cause trouble."

In the end, Xiao Dongzi was called in by Manman and became a dish tasting officer, responsible for tasting the taste.

It can be seen that Manman is very particular about anything she eats.

Everyone couldn't help but look forward to it.

After setting up the table, bowls and chopsticks, Young Master Jiang opened a bottle of red wine. Jiang's father could not drink alcohol, so he drank the chrysanthemum tea that Manman made at home with Xiao Dongzi.

Jiang Mei helped Manman bring out the dishes one by one, six dishes and two soups, picking a good intention. Look carefully, stir-fried wild vegetables with mushrooms, steamed pork trotters, stir-fried shrimps with soybeans, fried chicken with shrimps, fried egg jelly, green peppers and red peppers with eggs. One of the soup is light coix seed, and the other is a completely peeled old chicken. In line with the characteristics of northerners who like to eat pasta, Manman specially made small fried dumplings with wild vegetables. Those who don’t eat have noodles or cakes.

There are many dishes, but everything is exquisite and small. It takes care of sick elderly people and children, and also takes care of soldiers with a large basic appetite. The young daughter-in-law has a delicate heart.

Before she tasted the food, her father-in-law Jiang's father pretended to be angry and asked her son: "What are you doing? I think she doesn't have a wedding ring."

People like Manman don’t wear babies every day if they have wedding rings given by their husbands, and they are not showing off.

Seeing that someone misunderstood again, Manman hurriedly wanted to show off the wedding rings he wore around her neck.

When the time came, Mr. Jiang took out his long-loving proposal ring like a magic trick, opened the lid in front of his wife, and knelt down to propose to his wife again in front of the old man.

"Manman, be my wife for the rest of her life."

After proposing, Mo Wenyang and a group of friends gave Mr. Jiang a lot of opinions, and Mr. Jiang finally chose his own.

According to Mr. Jiang himself, it is simple and easy to understand. My wife cannot get along with her if she accepts it.

The old man, the adult, and the children were applauding and cheering like thunderous applause.

Under the ink hair, he had a pair of shining starry eyes, handsome face, firm and heroic long eyebrows, and the vow of a soldier promised a lifetime of favor.

Many times, it was like a dream. His slender hands stretched out, with the swaying dream, were tightly grabbed by him, and wrapped tightly in his thick and powerful palms.

He gently pinched her ring finger, and the ring that was ironed warm but not cool by him slid onto her small knuckles, and stopped to the right position and stuck, just right, even a little tight.

This time I really put my wife in my arms, got happy, picked her up, and whirled and flew in the living room.

"Ayan, you're almost knocking her out." In the end, Jiang Mei woke up and called her brother who had been walking around for ten times but still had no intention of stopping.

When Manman sat down, a halo was rotating above her head, and she was so happy that she was dizzy.

I looked down and looked left and right at the wedding ring. The simple white silver circle was a small one, with two wrapped red ropes engraved on it, which was not eye-catching at all. It was her favorite style in her mind. At a glance, I knew it was not the designer's idea, but the unique ingenuity of her husband.

Xiao Dongzi brought Xiaotou over and said, "Aunt, my classmates and I have told you that you are a painter, but they said that my paintings are not beautiful and do not look like you at all. Can you teach me?"

Rubbing the child's head, Manman smiled: "No problem. You ask your mother to take you to the gallery or come to my house to find me at night. As long as I'm here, I can teach you at any time."

Looking at Manman's crescent eyes that smiled like a crescent moon, Xiao Dongzi narrowed his cunning little eyes: "Aunt, I found that your eyes are the most beautiful."

After hearing what the child said, Manman suddenly remembered whether he could ask two masters to ask Xiao Dongzi's eyes to do something about it.

The same thought emerged in Young Master Jiang’s mind.

Without waiting for his wife to speak, Young Master Jiang planned to privately entrust Mr. Yao after returning to school.

"The two masters have asked for leave today and left early in the morning." During the class break, Mo Wenyang answered Mr. Jiang who had just come back to ask.

The two men are busy with everything, especially recently, they have been running home almost every day. It seems that something big happened to the Lu family or the Yao family.

What is the background of the Lu family? Because they are all Commander Lu's soldiers, Mr. Jiang and other soldiers are a little confident.

By the way, Mr. Yao is always called Mr. Yao?

"I heard others call this, and then call this." Mo Wenyang was embarrassed and scratched his head.

When he was free, he liked to quarrel around the world. He held two hands on each of them and booed mysteriously: "Don't you know why Master Yao called him uncle? Do you want me to tell you?"

When they met each other, Mo Wenyang and Mr. Jiang said in unison: You should keep it aside.

"Okay. I will only tell you two. If I don't say anything about the others, I will be soaked by Master Yao's cage." Gao Dashang said, while he was really careful and cautious. No one around eavesdropped on the side. "Listen, the bigger the official, the more low-key he is."

nonsense!

He glared at the one who said he wanted to burst the news.

"I mean, our Master Yao's father is higher than Jun Ye's father. Do you know what the secretary of our city party committee is named?"

Ordinary young people really don’t care about their local parents and officials, and it’s important to be busy with their own lives.

After the information was revealed, Gao Dashuai closed his airtight mouth.

Mo Wenyang quickly ran to the outlet to check the local government announcement information.

Young Master Jiang didn't need to check it, he could guess it, but maybe no one could have thought that Mr. Yao, who looked gentle and picturesque, had no momentum at all, would be the son of the municipal party secretary.

A car was parked at the gate, and Yao Ziye took off his military cap and clamped it under his armpit, trying to open the car door by himself.

But the driver secretary who came out was already rushing to open the door for him.

Master Yao is approachable, which is a good thing, but like the strict and rigid Jun Ye, after passing, it is a problem for those who want to make relationships.

"No need, I will do it myself." The narrow eyes, gentle and bright light, occasionally sharp glances like a small knife, were enough to quickly withdraw the other party's extended hand.

If possible, Yao Ziye didn't even have the intention to ask the driver to drive to pick him up.

But the place we are going this time is different, and he needs to have some official aura that he usually doesn't like.

Lu Jun has already set out first and meets with Commander Lu.

If nothing unexpected happens, a group of people gathered at the home of the old man in the Lu family.

The master of the Lu family is not called Mr. Lu, but Old Man.

It was Mr. Lu who wanted everyone to call him that.

Since retiring from an important position in the Military Commission, an old man who is still very influential in the military and political circles, his favorite thing to do every day is to carry a bird cage to raise birds and build a fish tank to raise fish. The balcony is filled with potted plants planted by the old man himself.

The stone slab in the middle of the small courtyard of the General Tower was itself a chessboard. Old friends from all walks of life came over, and the old man immediately invited him: Kill a plate!

The old man's chess skills are terrible. Yao Ziye and Comrade Lu Jun both remember that when they were young, they were caught by the old man to learn chess, one after another, and they were killed without any mercy and had no self-confidence. The old man forced them to continue playing.

You should know that in the battlefield of life-threatening death, soldiers do not have a word called giving up.

You cannot give up even if you die. This is called military soul.

Almost every child who has been cared for by Old Man Lu will not be bad when he grows up.

When the car parked in front of the General Tower, Yao Ziye seemed to have not come back from the memory.

Thinking of the time when Old Man Lu had just been rehabilitated and was settled in this general building, he and Lu Jun followed Old Man Lu. Old Man Lu looked at them and sighed: In this life, you and I have owed one person a debt that they will never pay off in their entire lives.

It's exactly what Nannan is talking about.

Mrs. Lu will give birth to Nannan in the countryside, and Nannan will be lost in the countryside. It all happened when Old Man Lu was framed by his political enemies and was imprisoned.

He stepped forward and walked on the sapphire path full of light. From a distance, he saw the old man and his son Commander Lu start killing on the chessboard.

Lu Jun stood behind his father, with a cold face as always.

A chair set up not far from the old man, a woman who was a little younger than Mrs. Lu and somewhat similar to Mrs. Lu, said slowly, "Grandpa, I don't mean to be partial. It's because Nannan has never been found, right? Moreover, Nannan may be married. It's because of this marriage with the Yao family since childhood to destroy Nannan's existing marriage. Besides, the marriage with the Yao family does not refer to Nannan. As long as it is a girl from the Lu family, it is okay?"

"No one said you were partial, my sister-in-law." Commander Lu couldn't bear it anymore and threw a chess piece.

No need to think about it, the long and long speech that this woman just repeated just now made people's ears calluses.

Yao Ziye has a very shallow impression of this woman. It should be said that this woman rarely appears in the Lu family, mainly her husband, the youngest son of Old Man Lu. She died of illness very early when she was in the army. She became a widow and had no children, so she didn't need to walk around her husband's house often.

The woman's name is Yang Le'er.

He never remarried, and once gave birth to a little daughter. None of the full moon heard that he died. This happened after her husband passed away, so he did not even mention it with the Lu family.

Now I suddenly mentioned the old story again, saying that the little girl was not dead, but was taken away by someone. This year, she happened to be eighteen years old and was just about to get engaged.

"Since my uncle has said in person that I am not biased and not caring about myself, do you think I should mention this marriage to the Yao family?" Yang Le'er gently knocked the teacup and asked several others to express their opinions on the spot.

"Is he really a child of the Lu family?" Lu Jun inserted his cold voice.

"Of course." Yang Le'er raised her eyebrows and looked at Jun Ye's cold face with frivolous eyes, with a smile on her lips, "I said Lu Jun, you are close to me inside and outside, do you have such a tone to talk to me, the elder?"

Speaking of which, Yang Le'er is Mrs. Lu's cousin, and both have the surname Yang.
To be continued...