During the meal, Mo Yin's mother was very hot and only made dishes for her son. She also held her Jia Longhui into Jiang Zhihan's bowl. Jiang Zhihan smiled and thanked her. She turned around and picked up a piece of braised pork for Wu Yin. Wu's father looked at the two of them, Wu Yin lowered his head, chewed it slowly and ate it.

Wu Cong seemed very happy and had a good appetite. He quickly finished a bowl, patted the table, and "added rice."

Before Wu Yin could stand up with reflexes, Jiang Zhihan had already brought Wu Cong’s rice bowl sitting beside him. During the meal, Wu Cong strongly asked to sit with Xiaohan.

Wu's father put down his chopsticks and said majesticly: "It's a woman's business to add food."

Jiang Zhihan looked at him and smiled and said, "It's all the same." The man had already stood up.

Wu's father snorted heavily, and Wu Yin's mother stood up and said, "I'm here."

Wu Cong suddenly shouted: Xiaohan "Give me some more!"

Jiang Zhihan looked at him and said, "It's better to obey your orders than respect." This sentence is too difficult for him.

Walking to Dingfanxiao, Jiang Zhihan turned around and asked Wu Cong, "Congcong, how much?"

Wu Cong said: "The most is." So he got a full bowl as he wished.

Jiang Zhihan secretly observed Wu's father. He didn't say a few words in a meal, probably because he wanted to show his majesty. But he was a little at a loss. Wu Yin's mother asked a few questions, how on the road, where to live, and the food was as good as the taste. Although he came from the countryside, Jiang Zhihan felt that she spoke more appropriately and calmly than her husband.

After dinner, Wu Yin quickly stood up and began to clean up the dishes and gave Jiang Zhihan a wink, telling him not to move. After a while, the mother and daughter put all their things into the kitchen, and Wu Yin walked back and gave three men a cup of tea.

Wu's father knocked on the table and pondered for a while. He spoke, "Have you brought it with you by one hundred thousand yuan?"

Jiang Zhihan was inevitably a little angry at such an opening remark. He said lightly: "Money is not a problem. I came here this time to solve the problem." He stared at Wu's father sharply.

Wu's father looked at him for a long time and asked again: "What are you planning? Are you going to get married?"

Jiang Zhihan was unexpectedly surprised by this question. He thought for a few seconds and replied, "I have this plan." But I haven't graduated from college yet, so I'll talk about it after graduation."

Then, the table became silent.

Wu Cong next to him was bored playing with the gifts brought by Jiang Zhihan, rubbing his butt on the stool.

Suddenly, he patted Jiang Zhihan's arm and pointed to the magic bullet.

Jiang Zhihan understood and said, "Do you want to let go now?"

Wu's father frowned and said, "It's not yet the New Year."

Wu Cong also frowned, and Jiang Zhihan, who was sitting next to him, said in his heart that the frowning expression was inherited completely, and it was made of a mold.

Jiang Zhihan clapped his hands, stood up and said, "You can also put it on the 26th day of the New Year, right? Congcong? Where is the balcony?" He didn't even look at Wu's father and pulled Wu Cong away.

In two minutes, Wu Cong's cheers came out.

On the balcony, Jiang Zhihan and Wu Cong each had a new magic bullet, and colorful fireballs flew straight to the sky. This day was not the time to set off fireworks. After a while, many heads were poked out on the balcony of the unit building opposite, and a child was shouting, "Someone has fired up the magic bullet!" attracted more bystanders.

Ten magic bullets, six hundred, were like shooting a machine gun, and they were all solved in less than half an hour.

When I returned to the living room, I saw Wu’s father still sitting there, with blue smoke scattered in his hands. Wu Yin and her mother stood between the kitchen and the living room, as if they were at a loss.

Wu Cong shouted to his mother, "Senior!" This is what Jiang Zhihan just taught him.

Wu Cong's mother smiled and took her son into her arms lovingly. Although her son was half a head taller than her and was as heavy as forty or fifty kilograms.

He raised his head and said, "Let's find a hotel to live in. You are not married yet, so it's not suitable to live in the house."

Jiang Zhihan smiled, "I think so too." He didn't say much, and nodded slightly at Wu Yin, then smiled and said to Wu Yin's mother: "Auntie, I'm safe."

Finally, it was Wu Cong. "Congcong. See you tomorrow and let the plane go."

Wu Cong said anxiously: "Where to go?"

Jiang Zhihan ignored him, turned around and walked out the door.

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Wu Yin's mother hesitated for a moment and said, "Xiaojiang is not familiar with the place, so Xiaoyin goes to point out the way. There is a good hotel in the past two streets."

Wu Cong was caught by his mother, looked up and frowned. "Why go?"

Wu Yin's mother said, "Brother," suddenly remembered that her son was eight years older than Jiang Zhihan. She changed her words and said, "Xiao Han has something to do, I will come to you to put the plane tomorrow."

Wu Cong understood, but insisted: "I'll go and send it."

He glanced at her husband and saw that he had no intention of objection. Wu Yin's mother let go of her son's hand and instructed: "Be careful of the car on the road." Xiao Yin and take good care of your brother."

After going down the stairs, the people in the yard saw a very harmonious scene: the tall and magnificent young man held the silly son of the Wu family in one hand and the beautiful college student in the other. No, he was the daughter of a graduate student, and he was walking comfortably in the winter night.

Wu Yin was wearing a white down jacket, but she didn't look bloated at all, so she looked a little cute, like a little bear curled up inside.

Jiang Zhihan let go of her hand and gently embraced her waist. The girl shook her body, but did not refuse, but leaned her head gently over.

Although he still had a good impression of Wu Cong, who was only ten years old or five years old on his right hand, and Jiang Zhihan had his first meeting, at this moment, he felt pity for his girlfriend.

It was a long journey, and my daughter took her boyfriend home for the first time. The first sentence I heard today was to sit down. The third sentence should be "Did you bring 100,000 yuan?" Is Wu Yin's treatment the same way when she went home in the winter a few years ago? During the Spring Festival, when you go back to this place called "home", welcoming your greetings comes from your dearest parents, and they are just the value you can generate.

Jiang Zhihan has also experienced adolescent rebellion and a cold war with his parents. Among the friends he knows, his parents have conflicts. It is not rare to know what parents and children do not understand each other, but he is really the first time he has heard of in his life in such a situation like Wu Yin.

At this moment, Jiang Zhihan seemed to be able to feel the pain, as if that thing really happened to him. On a cold winter night, he suddenly let go of Wu Cong's hand, turned around, and hugged his girlfriend tightly in his arms.

There was nothing else, he said again, "I'm sorry."

I don't know whether it's for myself, for her, or for others.

Today’s second chapter, thank you for your support!
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