Chapter 2005: Fan: Money jar vs little aunt

Chapter 2005 Fan: Money Jar vs Little Aunt
Qianzhuang's intuition is very sensitive.
He knew too much about his parents' urine.
As expected.
When Kankan kicked out of the gate, the sound of a whip breaking from behind was loud and powerful.
The banker instinctively dodged and forced himself back into the hall.
Looking around, sitting around his great-grandfather and great-grandmother, his grandmother, his second uncle and second uncle ... and so on, all calm, not squinting, commonplace.
He did not plead with him.
Wronged.
Qian Zhuang smirked and looked at the woman who raised her eyebrows and raised her whip, "Mother-"
"You're twenty this year, son." Shi Xianrou retracted his whip and smiled kindly at his mother. "Coquetry won't work for me."
Qian Zhuang couldn't spit out an old blood stalk.
He is so big. When did he coquettishly work with his mother?
"Our family has always been enlightened, but whenever you look at anyone else, I should just nod with your father, except Qin Yi." After more than two years of trouble, enough, Shi Xianrou said the first time .
Speaking of which, Qian Zhuang held his expression and pursed his lips. "Mother, I will never marry anyone except my aunt."
"Then you hit a bachelor for a lifetime."
"..."
This is '.
Dear.
"Your father and I were also forced to grow up by your grandfather. I know the taste, but if there is any other way, do you think your father is willing to force you to this?" Qian Wanjin's breath blocked also Disappeared, changed his face and bitterly, "Qin Yi is the old lady of your grandmother Xiao Xiao, who cares like a life-giving son. He was raised in accordance with the royal etiquette since he was a child. Either you have a high weight or learn to get rich in five cars, what do you have? Take off the name of the Qian family, you ca n’t even afford to be your second ancestor, and you dare to miss your little aunt? Nor do you depend on your succession. "
"..."
This is his father.
Dear.
Murderous heart!
The bankruptcy was battered.
...
Cangwu Town, Xinghua Village, March in Yangchun.
"Shake it, shake it to grandma's bridge, grandma praises me good baby ..."
In the alley next to the courtyard window of the room, there were nursery rhymes newly learned by the children. The voice was immature and full of vitality.
Inside the window, the girl sat leaning against the window, and the smoke-colored rompers outlined her delicately and softly, with skin-like eyes as if cutting her pupils. I wonder if it was infected by the laughter of children outside the hospital wall. I still thought of some happy pictures. With a shallow smile.
Such as spring pear blossoms, refreshing.
"Auntie, what's so funny thinking?" Minzi came in from outside, her mouth sulking.
Qin Yi turned back and smiled, "I have time to come and make a joke, and Croton has gone crazy again?"
"His temperament, he just sits still and doesn't care about him if he doesn't run out in a day." Just mentioning his name, Minzi's eyes were soft and unscrupulous. He attracted the woman in front of the window to play with it, and then he turned the topic away. Isn't it boring in the room every day? I walk with you to the hospital. The peach blossoms on the mountain are just right. "
He couldn't help but talk about pulling Qin Yi out.
Qin Yi was helpless and took the opportunity to walk. "Is my father worried again?"
A word is broken.
"You go out of the house less these days, Grandpa Qin can bear it now. It's good for you. You're the old man's baby, who cares if you don't care?" It was indeed the old man who came to her and asked her to come and see the situation.
"I'm so quiet by nature, it's not surprising that I don't leave the door."
"You didn't go out for a few days like this before." Minzi hesitated and broke his words. "This year, the small pot has not come."
Qin Yi paused undetected.
I suffered another thunderbolt. Fu Fei will be officially finished tomorrow. I only have one night to finish writing T.T. I can't sleep. I hope to complete the plot as much as possible without leaving regrets.
(End of this chapter)