think.

Whenever she sees a narrow and dirty house, she has to share it with her sister in a small attic, and she hates it!

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

Why is she the daughter of a 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 distorted face, Wen Shitong felt as happy as if he had drunk wine: he liked to see 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 you and just live by yourself.

To his surprise, 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 her father-in-law showed off her skills and was praised by her husband. Jiang Mei told the nanny at home that she would not cook anymore, and left Manman to cook 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 had a bad cooking skills, and like him, they would make mistakes in 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 to eat.

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, so he drank Manman's chrysanthemum tea with Xiao Dongzi at home.

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, peeled egg jelly, green peppers and red peppers, and one was light coix seed, and the other was a completely peeled old chicken. In conjunction with the northerners' special preference for eating pasta, Manman specially made a plate of wild vegetables and fried dumplings, which did not eat, and there were noodles or cakes.

There are many dishes, but everything is exquisite and small. It takes care of sick elderly people and children, and takes into account the basic appetite of soldiers. 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 when they give their wedding rings, not showing off.

Seeing that someone misunderstood again, Manman hurriedly wanted to put a wedding ring on her neck to show it out.

When the time came, Mr. Jiang took out his long-loving proposal ring as he used magic tricks. He opened the lid in front of his wife, 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 himself.

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

The elderly, adults, and children applaud and cheer like thunderous.

Under the ink hair, he has a pair of shining starry eyes, a handsome face, a firm and heroic eyebrows, and a soldier vowed that promises will be a lifelong favor.

Many times, he was like a dream, stretching out his slender hands, swaying dreams, and was tightly grabbed by him, and his thick and powerful palms were tightly wrapped in his heart.

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

This time I really put my wife in my arms, I became happy, picked her up, and the living room was spinning and flying.

"Ayan, you made her faint." Finally, Jiang Mei woke up and shouted for ten circles but still had no intention of stopping her brother.

When Manman sat down, a halo was rotating above her head, and she was dizzy in happiness.

She looked down and looked left and right at the wedding ring. She was a circle of plain silver, with two wrapped red ropes engraved on it, which was not eye-catching. She loved the style in her mind. At a glance, she knew it was not the designer's idea, but the husband's unique ingenuity.

Xiao Dongzi brought Xiaotou over and said, "Auntie, my classmates and I have told you that you are a painter, but they said that I don't paint beautifully and don't look like you. 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 am, I can teach you at any time."

Looking at Manman smiling like a moon-shaped moon-shaped eyes, Xiao Dongzi narrowed his cunning little eyes: "Aunt, I found that your eyes are beautiful."

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

The same thoughts 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 leave early in the morning." During the class break, Mo Wenyang replied that he had just come back and asked Mr. Jiang.

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, Mr. Jiang and other soldiers feel 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 I was free, I liked to quarrel around, and I held the two of them with my hands 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 Dashuai said, while he was really careful and cautious. No one around eavesdropped on the side. "Listen, the more important 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 father Yao is higher than Mr. Jun'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 here, Gao Dashuai closed the airtight.

Mo Wenyang quickly ran to the Internet 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 of it. He looked gentle and picturesque, as if he was not as powerful as Master Yao. He would be the son of the Municipal Party Secretary.

...

When a car was parked at the gate, Yao Ziye took off his military cap and clamped his armpit and wanted to open the car door by himself.

But the driver's secretary 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 get in touch with each other.

"No need, I will do it myself." The narrow eyes were as gentle as water, and occasionally sharp as a small knife, which was enough to make the other party reach out and quickly withdraw it.

If you can, Yao Ziye didn't even plan to ask the driver to drive him to pick him up.

But this time I have to go to the place differently, he needs to not like the official momentum.

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 of 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 the Military Commission retreated from an important position, the military and political circles are still very influential. An old man now loves to do things every day, bringing a bird cage to raise birds, and building a fish tank to raise fish. The balcony is filled with old man planting potted plants by 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 on the battlefield of life-and-death, there is no word called giving up for soldiers.

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, and no one will be bad when he grows up.

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

Thinking of the time when Old Man Lu had just been rehabilitated and was settled in this general building, he, Lu Jun and Old Man Lu looked at them and sighed: In this life, you and I have owed one person to pay off the debt for the rest of their lives.

It's said it's Nannan.

Mrs. Lu will give birth to Nannan in the countryside, and Nannan will lose her in the countryside. It is all happening when Old Man Lu was framed by his political enemies and was imprisoned.

As he stepped forward, the light spread all over the stone path. From a distance, he saw the old man and his son Commander Lu start to fight.

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

Not far from the old man, a chair was set up. One was a little younger than Mrs. Lu, who was a little like Mrs. Lu. He said slowly, "Grandpa, I mean it's not that I am partial. It's because Nannan has never been found, right? Moreover, Nannan may be married. It's because of this. He has been married to the Yao family since childhood to destroy Nannan's marriage. Besides, it doesn't mean that she is a kid with the Yao family. As long as she is a girl, isn't it?"

"No one said you were partial, my sister-in-law." Commander Lu could no longer bear it and threw a chess piece.

No need to think about it, the woman just repeated the long speech, which made her ears calluse.

Yao Ziye has a very shallow impression of this woman. It should be said that this woman rarely appears in the Lu family, mainly because of her husband, the youngest son of Old Man Lu. She died of illness when she was in the army very early. She became a widow, had no children, and did not 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. After her husband passed away, 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 Lu family child?" Lu Jun inserted in coldly.
To be continued...