Ma Dafu was a man who wanted to save face, so he did not seek refuge with his eldest son in a separate family. Even when he was desperate, he only went to Zhao Jun's house to ask Ma Ling for two yuan to buy dry food.

He was also afraid that Zhao Jun would misunderstand, so he didn't say anything and went into the house. There was no other way, so the father and daughter just whispered outside the fence.

Zhao Jun had long known that Ma Ling hid money for Ma Dafu. When he bought guns and dogs, he used Ma Dafu's small treasury.

Zhao Jun remembered what happened that day very clearly. Ma Ling asked Ma Dafu to come home for dinner, but Ma Dafu said nothing.

Knowing that her father was stubborn, Ma Ling could only give more than ten yuan in her pocket to Ma Dafu. When she returned to the house, Ma Ling told Zhao Jun everything about Ma Dafu being exposed and kicked out of the house.

At that time, Ma Dafu's small treasury was almost exhausted by the couple, but Zhao Jun said that even if he borrowed money, he would still have to settle his father-in-law's account.

Ma Ling felt confident upon hearing this, but when she went out to catch up with Ma Dafu, Ma Dafu said this.

"My dear, where are my father's two sons? I still have my boss, so I won't have to worry about them when they are old. Dad put this money here for you to cross the river."

These words made Ma Ling hug her father and cry. Ma Dafu said nothing and refused to let Zhao Jun go out to borrow money. In the end, he withstood Wang Cuihua's anger by himself.

Regardless of this life or past life, Zhao Jun respected his father-in-law. In his previous life, life was just that difficult. In this life, Zhao Jun wants to try his best to prevent Ma Ling from touching the money.

If nothing else, it was Ma Dafu's love for his daughter, which he will keep as a thought in the future.

"Ling'er, I don't want to wear that one." Zhao Jun hurriedly persuaded Ma Ling, "My mother has made several cotton-padded jackets for me, but I can't even wear them. We don't want to buy that one."

After saying that, Zhao Jun tugged on the cotton-padded jacket on his body again and said: "Let's just take pictures like this today. We'll go down the mountain before we do things. It will be warm by then. Wear the clothes my aunt made for me. That's it.

Let’s take a few more photos.”

"Okay." After hearing what Zhao Jun said, Ma Ling stopped insisting. At this time, the photographer sent the couple away and came back to greet Zhao Jun and Ma Ling.

Zhao Jun took out two rolls of film from his pocket. Zhao Weipeng really didn't take a few photos, but he couldn't handle the large Zhao family. In addition, Zhao Jun led Ma Ling to take photos along the street, which took two rolls of film.

The photographer was shocked when Zhao Jun said that both rolls of film would be developed into photos.

The film Zhao Weipeng bought has thirty-six frames in one roll, and seventy-two frames in two rolls.

Paying 30 cents a piece, Zhao Jun was charged a total of 21.6 yuan, and he didn't even give zero cents.

Also, I couldn't get the photos today. The photographer and Zhao Jun agreed to pick them up in half a month.

Zhao Jun did not give the money first, but asked the photographer to take a photo of himself and Ma Ling, and then settle the accounts together.

This time the photographer did not hesitate and gave Zhao Jun a dime, charging him twenty-two in total.

After paying the money, Zhao Jun took the ticket and Ma Ling came out of the photo studio. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhao Jun glanced at the cucumbers and garlic sprouts in the car, fearing that they would get cold, so Zhao Jun decided not to see Zhang Yuanmin today. He would come back in half a month, and Zhang Yuanmin would probably be discharged from the hospital by then.

On the way home, Ma Ling suddenly took off the hairpins on her head and said to Zhao Jun: "Let me put my mother's hairpins with you first."

"Huh?" Zhao Jun, who was driving, was startled, and then heard Ma Ling say: "Brother, don't you want to give me one? Now that you bought it for me, he must be upset."

Zhao Jun: "..."

Zhao Jun Kaba, Kaba, my eyes feel bad. As a sister, Ma Ling is looking forward to Ma Yang's birthday gift for her. Even if there is no surprise, she will be very relieved and happy.

"Um..." Zhao Jun forced a smile and smiled at Ma Ling: "Could I have bought it for someone else?"

"Go!" Ma Ling thought Zhao Jun was joking with her. She smiled and raised her head at Zhao Jun and said: "When my little brother was born, I was the only one who held him every day. I was only five years old at that time. He usually followed

I am the best, neither my father nor my mother are good."
Chapter completed!