In the evening, Zhou Yuan drove to a quiet street in the city. This is a famous old district in Haicheng. This old district is not the same as an ordinary old town, but refers to this area that represents the most historical connotation of Haicheng. It is densely shady and quiet in the noise. More importantly, although this area is not big, it has the best garden villas in Haicheng. Each of these old villas hidden in high walls and green shades has its own outstanding history, and the people living in it are not rich or noble.

Zhang Qingyan's home lives in one of them. He turned in from an inconspicuous path. At the end, he could see a gray door. When he entered the door, he suddenly became clear. A private road went straight forward. After more than 20 meters, he could see the white Spanish-style villa in a green area.

This house is the ancestral property of Zhang Qingyan's family, but it was lost for a while in a special period and later returned to the Zhang family. The Zhang family then carefully repaired the house and even redecorated the entire garden, which is what it is now.

When it comes to value, it is probably several times more than that of Zhouyuan's villa, and it is not something you can buy with money. Because the houses here are basically priceless and there is no sign of being sold in the market.

I parked the car on the side with a familiar road, and saw Zhang Qingyan running out of the villa with a jumping jump, waving his hand to Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan smiled and waved to her, then took out the gift he brought from the car, closed the car door and walked towards the villa.

"Come on, why do you bring so many things? Your injuries have not healed yet." Seeing Zhou Yuan carrying the things, Zhang Qingyan hurriedly stepped forward to help take them over, and said complainingly.

"It's already fine." Zhou Yuan handed him the thing he held in his left hand, and continued to hold it himself in his right hand. At the same time, he moved his arms and smiled: "I haven't seen Uncle Zhang and Aunt Jiang for a long time. Besides, where can I come to visit elders without a hand?"

"You know the rules." Zhang Qingyan laughed and called Zhou Yuan in, and shouted as he entered the door: "Dad! Dad! Look who is coming?"

Zhang Zijian, who was sitting in the living room reading newspaper, looked up at the door, and a smile appeared on his face: "I said why Xiaoyan was so happy today. When he heard the noise, he ran out impatiently. After a long time of trouble, he was A Yuan coming! You kid haven't seen your Uncle Zhang for many days..."

"Uncle Zhang!" Seeing Zhang Zijian, Zhou Yuan greeted him respectfully, and at the same time picked up the gift in his hand and said, "Some days I haven't seen you, your complexion is still as good as ever. I brought you something. I remember you like to drink red wine. This wine is good. Although it is not famous, it is produced by a private French winery. I will try it for you."

"A Yuan, you have the intention." Zhang Zijian nodded with a smile. He always treated Zhou Yuan as his nephew. Zhou Yuan was not only Zhang Qingyan's father, but also the elder who helped him.

After Zhou Yuan's parents passed away, if Zhang Qingyan's father Zhang Zijian had not come forward to help, the Zhou family's property would have been swallowed up by those bastards. It was precisely because of Zhang Zijian that Zhou Yuan could finally save his family property. Zhou Yuan would never forget this kind of kindness.

After patting the empty space next to him, Zhang Zijian asked Zhou Yuan to sit down and asked Zhou Yuan’s recent situation with a smile, especially how Zhou Yuan’s injury recovered.

"Thank you for Uncle Zhang's concern. It's just a scratch. It's okay." Zhou Yuan said with a smile, and at the same time he deliberately moved his injured arm again.

"It is a good thing for young people to be bloody, but you must also understand the principle that a gentleman does not set up a dangerous wall. Although there is a reason for this, you still have to be careful in the future." Zhang Zijian nodded and persuaded as an elder.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, don't worry. Actually, I was afraid afterwards." Zhou Yuan scratched his head and said awkwardly. Zhang Zijian suddenly burst into laughter when he saw him like this, and then talked about other things.

Zhang Zijian was in a good mood today, and he hadn't seen Zhou Yuan for some days and was very talkative. He immediately started chatting with Zhou Yuan, chatted for a few words, and Zhang Qingyan returned to the living room and sat down next to Zhou Yuan, listening to Zhou Yuan chatting with his father with a smile.

After listening for a while, Zhang Qingyan took advantage of his father's inattention and quietly kicked Zhou Yuan. Zhou Yuan smiled knowingly and asked naturally with the opportunity to pick up the cup to drink tea: "Uncle Zhang, why didn't you see Aunt Jiang? She is not at home today?"

"You don't know your Aunt Jiang's temperament? How could she be idle at home? Now, I have to go to have afternoon tea with a few best friends every day, or do beauty treatments, and today is no exception. But..." Speaking of this, Zhang Zijian looked up at the floor clock in the living room and smiled, "It's almost time to calculate it, and I'm coming back soon."

"Aunt Jiang is a person who understands life. With such a wife, you are so lucky. Uncle Zhang."

"Boy, flatter you." Zhou Yuan's words immediately made Zhang Zijian laugh, and he pointed at him and shook his head repeatedly, but judging from his expression, he was extremely happy.

Zhang Zijian and his wife are very loving. Anyone who is familiar with them knows that, not to mention that they also have a baby daughter, Zhang Qingyan.

The couple's personalities are completely different. If Zhang Zijian is a calm, generous and elegant businessman, then his wife Jiang Xin is an extroverted and straightforward person.

Someone once said that the most suitable thing between husband and wife is actually complementary personality rather than the same personality. Because people with the same personality often become more suitable friends, but cannot become loving couples. Instead, couples who can complement each other in terms of personality and habits will be more suitable and can also go hand in hand for longer.

This is the case between Zhang Zijian and Jiang Xin. At least since Zhou Yuan met them, he had never seen their husband and wife blush and were always loving.

As soon as Jiang Xin was spoken, the sound of a car horn came from outside. Sure enough, with the sound of high heels, a woman with exquisite makeup and decent care and graceful graceful woman walked in from the door.

"Aunt Jiang." Seeing Jiang Xin, Zhou Yuan stood up and greeted him politely.

"Oh, it's A Yuan, why are you here today?" When Jiang Xin saw Zhou Yuan, she immediately smiled and said happily.

"I was busy a while ago, so I took the time to come today and came here to see Uncle Zhang. Of course, it was mainly because I haven't seen you for a long time and I miss you a little."

"You are sweet-mouthed, why haven't you seen you coax people so well before? But... I'm happy to hear this." Jiang Xin smiled happily, and looked at Zhou Yuan after approaching, and said, "A Yuan is so big in a blink of an eye. I still remember when you first came to my house. Time flies so fast. You have become an adult, and our Xiaoyan has become an older girl. Auntie... Alas... it's all old."

"Aunt Jiang, what you said, are you old? You look very young. If we go out together, people will definitely think you are my sister." Zhou Yuan smiled and joked. He and Zhang Zijian's family had a close relationship. Zhang Zijian and his wife always regarded him as their nephews, so they didn't have so many concerns on weekdays.

"Little Flatter!" Jiang Xin reached out and pinched Zhou Yuan's face, and a flower even smiled.
Chapter completed!