"Oh." Xiaoran heard what Aunt Zhang said, so she didn't say much and stepped aside. This time Xiaoran wanted to see what they were doing.

Huang Yishui saw Aunt Zhang and walked over quickly.

"Are you Xiaoran's mother?" Huang Yishui asked.

"No, I'm that aunt. His parents are working outside. Are you Xiaoran's father?" Aunt Zhang said while mopping the floor.

"Yes, this is the small gift I brought this time. It's not a sign of respect." Huang Yishui smiled and put the things in his hands on the table, while Huang Dongqing was speechless as he carried a large bag of things and put them on the ground.

.

When Aunt Zhang saw it, she almost dropped the mop in her hand, 22 cartons of Chinese cigarettes, and all kinds of expensive wine.

At this time, Xiaoran's uncle also walked out of the room.

When Zhao Ruihe walked in from the room, he was stunned when he saw the Chinese smoke. When he saw the yellow water, Zhao Ruihe was surprised again.

"You, you, I know, I saw you in the news in City Z!" Zhao Ruihe pointed at Huang Yishui and said in surprise.

"Who is this?" Huang Yishui looked at Zhao Ruihe and asked.

"It's...my...husband." Aunt Zhang still didn't recover from the surprise and said hesitantly.

"Oh, it turns out to be my brother." Huang Yishui walked over and patted Zhao Ruihe on the shoulder.

"Who are you? I remember." Zhao Ruihe looked surprised.

"Remember what?" Huang Yishui asked.

"You are Huang Yishui, the deputy chief of the Z City Police Department. I saw it on the Z City Radio." Zhao Ruihe's face was filled with shock, and he could put an egg in his mouth.

But Xiaoran stood up quickly. Xiaoran naturally knew the purpose of these two people. From Liu Guofeng's phone call, Xiaoran got a clue. However, his uncle and aunt seemed to be very uneasy.

No way.

"Uncle, he is here to play today, just relax." Xiaoran said casually. Xiaoran had never seen such a person in his previous life. A small deputy director, Xiaoran crushed him to death with one hand in his previous life.

Naturally, I didn't take it to heart.

"Brother, order whatever you want, order whatever you want." Huang Yishui said.

"Ahem, are you giving these twenty sticks of Zhonghua cigarettes to me?" Zhao Ruihe pointed at the Zhonghua on the ground and said helplessly.

"Yeah, just think of it as a meeting gift with me. It's a small thing, let me take your time." Huang Yishui said a few polite words with a smile on his face.

But Zhao Ruihe was a little excited and speechless. In the eyes of ordinary people, this Chinese cigarette is a good cigarette. It costs more than 40 yuan a pack. Zhao Ruihe usually has never smoked it. This time the director came to the house.

, forget it, I even brought Chinese cigarettes, what does this mean?

"Uncle, isn't it Zhonghua? If you want to smoke, I will bring you a few boxes next time." Xiaoran looked at Zhao Ruihe and felt helpless.

"Haha, wait until you make money later." Zhao Ruihe smiled.

Xiaoran was speechless. Do you want to directly tell Zhao Ruihe that someone gave him hundreds of thousands? This is impossible.
Chapter completed!