"Brother..." Of course, Zhang Yiqing didn't want to be called a pretentious lady, but facts were more eloquent. During the years when Zhang Shidong was in the army, Zhang Jun and Kong Mei put all their favor on her, and they didn't do any housework. They had never been in the kitchen. They barely had instant noodles, fried eggs and fried rice, and the taste was so ordinary that they didn't have the appetite to taste it for the second time.

Lu Cheng nodded: "I know, I have told my parents, brother, you know, I am the only son in their family, in their eyes..."

Zhang Shidong nodded: "I understand, don't worry about your two problems now. Lu Cheng, don't think about it all day long. It's a man who has responsibility. This is right, but don't delay in the past few years. You can actually learn a lot of things in college and practice well. One day, you two get married, your family is happy, and our family is satisfied, and I have all the rest. As for your future development, you think it's all the things from your parents' home. Then you can make a profit and buy it yourself. Remember, youth is used to absorb things inward, not to overdraw in advance."

"And you, Xiaoqing, I pamper you because I love you. Don't use this as a reason for being arrogant and domineering. Even if you are really together in the future, you are not allowed to bully Lu Cheng. You are beautiful, rich, and you have family background. These are important in the eyes of ordinary people, but in my eyes, what Lu Cheng has is expensive, hardworking, sincere, capable, and affordable. You should feel honored to match you with these qualities. Do you understand?"

Until she entered the room, Zhang Yiqing pouted her mouth, with a little wetness in her eyes. She convinced her brother, but she felt a little disappointed. It turned out that she was not as good as she imagined.

"Oh. What's wrong with our little baby?" My aunt Kong Zhu's laughter came from the house. Seeing Zhang Yiqing feeling wronged, she immediately came over and hugged her and asked.

"It's okay, I said a few words to her, aunt, why did you come here? Didn't you say you'll be here after the New Year?" Zhang Shidong signaled Lu Cheng to sit, but he couldn't sit there. He seemed to be used to this house. After dipping his butt on the sofa, he quickly got up and went to the kitchen to help Kong Mei.

Zhang Jun was not at home, Kong Mei glared at his son and blamed him for not going home for so long. Zhang Yiqing got into the room and changed her clothes at home.

Kong Zhu's mental state is much better than during the Chinese New Year. She doesn't have to be tired of life, and she is also relaxed. She has never been a good person. According to Zhang Shidong's understanding of her aunt, she is just a little bourgeois woman who is suitable for living in a constant calm state. She has an ordinary job that is stable and does not worry about, and a family has devoted their energy to a small family all day long.

Drift will never be suitable for her.

"It's my eldest nephew who is too busy. I've come here several times, but I haven't even seen someone's shadow."

Facing my aunt's joke, Zhang Shidong touched his nose and smiled. His mother's anger could not rule out that the aunt would speak out from it.

In general, children have special feelings for their aunts and aunts. In the past, when there were seven or eight children in the family, aunts, aunts, uncles and uncles were likely to be about the same age as children. They were said to be old and young, but most of them were friends with peers. Some of them could not be presumptuous in other elders, so they could be very relaxed here.

Zhang Shidong pointed at Kong Zhu, which means you should ruin me in front of my mother. He stood up and opened the box he carried up, took out the cigarettes and wine inside and put it into the drawer and wine cabinet under the coffee table, and then delivered a box of things prepared for his mother to the kitchen. He hugged his mother and admitted that he was wrong and saw the smiley face, and then he made a victory gesture at Kong Zhu.

"By the way, son, your aunt lives in your room for the time being, is it okay?"

Zhang Shidong spread his hands: "No problem, I warmly welcome my aunt to become a member of this family. It will be fine for how long I am willing to live."

In fact, just saying hello, the room where Zhang Shidong's emptied his belongings has long become Kong Zhu's private territory.

"By the way, son, your uncle and your aunt will come tomorrow, and you will come here early tomorrow."

"Mom, how tired you are at home, go out and eat."

"Yes, sister, you're quite busy this day. Isn't there a surgery tomorrow morning? Listen to Xiaodong, I'll go out to eat, I'll treat you. I haven't invited my eldest nephew and niece to have a good meal yet."

Zhang Shidong leaned on the sofa, pillowing his hands behind his head: "Xiaoqing, what do you want to eat, sharpen the knife quickly and slaughter it hard."

Zhang Yiqing, who was walking out of the room with her hair tied her hair, was wearing a very loose cartoon nightgown. When she heard this, she waved her arm: "Sichuan people have a lot of flavors, eat Sichuan cuisine."

"What Sichuan cuisine?" At this time, Zhang Jun opened the door and walked in from outside and asked in surprise.

Behind him, Zhao Ya walked in with two plastic bags. Seeing that Zhang Shidong was as natural as if he had just sent him to work in the morning, Zhang Yiqing pulled Kong Zhu and whispered, completely unable to understand the way they got along. He said it was close. Zhao Ya admitted that the two had not met alone for a long time, so he said it was far away. But now, some of them were naturally not pretending, but they really stopped the scene of each other's separation from each other at the moment.

"Have you had surgery?"

After Zhao Ya sat down, Zhang Shidong asked.

"Yes." Zhao Ya, who was a little tired, nodded, requiring high concentration of surgery to consume his mind.

"Tonight, take you out for a walk and relax." Zhang Shidong greeted his father who had washed his hands and took off his clothes, indicating that there was cigarette in the drawer.

Zhao Ya handed the ashtray to Zhang Shidong, asked him to put out the cigarette he smoked almost, stood up and went to the kitchen to help. She was more familiar with this house than Lu Cheng, and more natural than Lu Cheng. Even if the scene of Su Xixi coming in the middle appeared in the middle, she could not erase her traces of this house.

Zhang Jun looked at the cigarettes: "This time I don't have to spend money on giving gifts. I will take a leave in two months and go out for a trip with your mother."

Zhang Shidong said: "Dad, aren't you? You've learned bad things. I sponsor 100,000 yuan. As long as you two have time to go out, I sponsor 100,000 yuan every year to let you travel. Is it OK?"

Zhang Yiqing was not willing to be outdone: "That's right, dad, you are becoming more and more stingy now. I haven't seen you give me pocket money for months. It's really, no wonder people say that the bigger the official position, the more stingy the person."

Kong Mei walked over with an apron and pointed at Zhang Jun's head behind the sofa: "This time my son and daughter are back, someone will punish you."

Zhang Jun smiled bitterly. As his status outside grew higher and higher, he yearned for this stress-free family warmth."

A cell phone ringing rang, and Lu Cheng took out his cell phone from his pocket to answer the call, his face changed instantly, and he said goodbye to the whole family in a hurry: "Uncle, Auntie, I have something to do at home, I have to go back first." After that, he didn't wait to agree. He was really anxious. He didn't care about tying his shoelaces even when he put on his shoes. He opened the door with a choking grin and said to the other side of the phone: "Dad, don't be anxious, I'll go back now."

"I'll go and have a look." Zhang Yiqing put on a spring windbreaker and left. Kong Mei asked Zhang Jun with some concern: "Do you want to follow and have a look?"

Zhang Shidong stood up and said, "I'm hungry, eat. Lu Cheng is a man. He also has his own pride. If we don't want to say it, why do we have to ask the bottom of it? If we really need help, he will not speak up."

Zhang Jun nodded and signaled everyone to have a meal first.

At the dinner table, Kong Zhu kept observing Zhao Ya secretly. She had a deep impression of Su Xixi, but when she saw Zhao Ya in recent times, she also had a deep impression of her. She was a very good girl with a good family background and a good temper. The key was that she was really good to Zhang Shidong, and there was a tacit understanding between the two of them who lived together for a long time.

There is no intention to pick up food or serve rice. The things you like and I like to eat are clearly divided, and they are all in a random movement, without any intentional pretentiousness. Even Zhang Shidong is full of food, and he has the habit of drinking soup after eating...

In the secret, Kong Zhu nodded to his sister. Miss Su was too arrogant. Even if she was so dependent on her nephew, she always gave people the feeling that she couldn't see clearly. She was not like Zhao Ya, who was real, visible and touched, and was more suitable to be a wife for Xiaodong.

"By the way, Secretary Zhao told me that you have helped me arrange the old man's birthday party. It's coming, so you won't forget it, right?"

Zhang Jun now has another fun, and he is trying to hit his son. Aren’t you showing off your happiness with Xiaoya? I’ll put a nail in your arms to see if Zhao Ya feels comfortable?

As a result, Zhao Ya's expression did not change at all. After Zhang Shidong accompanied Ling Jingyun to experience the departure of her mother, he knew that sooner or later, Zhao Ya would be a woman like Ling Jingyun's mother. She was a person who was paranoid for one thing for life, and her status in her heart would not shake that thing.

Zhang Shidong picked his teeth while picking his teeth, "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely arrange a role for you that I will never forget forever."

Looking at his son's smirk, Zhang Jun was a little uneasy. He glared and wanted to take out his majesty as a father, but found that everyone was laughing at him. Finally, he could only sigh that his son was his nemesis.

Zhang Shidong's cell phone rang.

"Brother, come quickly, he, they are bullying people too much!"

Listening to Zhang Yiqing's slightly choked voice coming from the phone, Zhang Shidong frowned, and Zhang Jun was even more arrogant and snatched his son's phone number: "What's going on, Xiaoqing, tell me slowly."

"Dad...they, they are so bullying. Come on, my brother and I, we are in a sales center called Diamond City..."

The signal on the other end of the phone was a little noisy, and Zhang Yiqing's voice was no longer near the microphone, as if the phone was taken down from his ear.

"You let go, isn't it just a house? We bought it..."
Chapter completed!