Su Jingao couldn't help but mourn for Xiang Wanwan's mother for a minute in his heart.

The face is thin, and the trust is not human.

But because of the situation, I still have to say: "Uncle is so blessed." ”

Xiang Cong suddenly patted him on the shoulder and said: "Wanwan's personality is the same as her mother, admit to death, if she recognizes you, it will be you in this life, nine cows can't pull it back, even if you beat her and scold her in the future, she will only accept it." ”

Su Jingao: "I won't, I will love her well." ”

Xiang Cong: "Of course! I'm not dead yet! If you treat her badly, I won't agree! Actually, with the conditions of the late evening, and the fame, you should find a big money, take advantage of hundreds of millions of dollars, you, alas, almost meaningful." However, I know Wanwan's character, mainly because I know her mother's character, so it's useless to beat the mandarin ducks, let you go. ”

Su Jingao: "Thank you, uncle, for your success." ”

While speaking, Xiang Cong led Su Jingao into a dilapidated building, surrounded by dust, the gray walls were occupied by all kinds of disorderly graffiti, and the corridor was full of debris.

Down the stairs, they climbed six floors.

Xiang Cong was already out of breath, leaning against the wall and said to Su Jingao: "That, Xiao Su, is there an elevator in the house you rented for me? ”

Su Jingao stretched out his hand to help him, but waved his hand to Cong and refused.

Su Jingao said: "Don't worry, there are elevators, hot water, heating, everything." ”

Xiang Cong moved forward slowly and said, "Yes, yes, I can't imagine that I'm getting old, I'm really stained with my daughter's light, I didn't give birth in vain, I didn't raise ...... in vain."

Walking to the iron door, Xiang Cong took out the key and opened the door.

"Come in, Xiao Su. ”

Su Jingao has never worried about food and clothing since he was a child, and he has never seen such a scene: the living room is about twenty or thirty square meters, there are several bunk beds along three walls, quilts and pillows are thrown at random on the bed, and all kinds of sundries are piled up.

The floor is the most ordinary concrete floor, and the walls are not scraped.

There were cigarette butts and waste paper, and there was almost no place to put your feet on.

There are all kinds of lunch boxes in the corner.

Su Jingao followed Xiang Cong and walked inside, and saw that in addition to the outer hall, the other two rooms were also arranged like this, and the bunks were full of people.

There was a table in the dining room, but it was probably never brought to dinner, with scattered mahjong and playing cards on it.

The tablecloth was burned with smoke.

And not to mention the smell of the whole room.

Xiang Cong lived in the innermost bedroom, on the lower bunk by the window.

Su Jingao followed him into the house and said, "Uncle, do you need me to help clean up?"

The other people in the room couldn't help but take a few more glances when they saw Xiang Cong bring a neatly dressed and handsome young man.

Someone asked: "Hey, Lao Xiang, didn't you say that you were going to recognize your daughter? Why didn't your daughter recognize her, but she recognized a son!"

Xiang Cong chirped: "Go, go to the side! This is my son-in-law! In the future, but it will be sooner or later! What is the identity of my old Xiang's daughter? Can I come and let you see it? You guys, let's watch it on TV in the future!"

The good deed person pulled Su Jingao's clothes and said, "Are you really his son-in-law? His daughter is really a star? Not bragging?"

Su Jingao tried to maintain a decent demeanor and a gentle attitude with self-cultivation, and said: "Indeed, there is no bragging. ”