The car drove through the bustling downtown area in a northeasterly direction. The tung trees on both sides of the road are transformed into thick camphor trees, with rich shade, green mountains and green waters, and a beautiful and fresh environment.

  Independent retro villas abound, integrating the charm of Jiangnan water towns and the simplicity of Europe and the United States.

  There are flowers in every house, water everywhere, outstanding people, and profound heritage.

  The car stopped in front of a villa full of osmanthus flowers, Zhao Tianqing got out of the car and opened the car door himself, helping An Ming to get out of the car. The corner of Xi Liancheng's eyes twitched, it seems that the young master really likes this Miss An, and they are veterans who have to see it clearly.

  The whole villa is surrounded by tall osmanthus trees, and the bottom end is crawling with moss-stamped imprints, mottled and mottled. The small bridge flows, and schools of fish swim happily in the water. Hearing that people were coming, they scattered in all directions, hiding in the water and grass and splashing, and then probed their brains out after the movement disappeared.

  Zhao Tianqing led An Ming into the hall all the way, and the combination of gray and white simple European style and national style was just right. Concise, atmospheric and low luxury, enough to describe the whole.

  On the coffee table in front of the sofa, the tea fragrance curls, Qiao Mei is wearing a white woven ink lotus pattern light silk cheongsam, shoulder-length curls on the left side with a pearl headband, Xu is the beginning of a serious illness, her face is a little pale, simple but very charming.

  Opposite Qiao Mei sat a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a pair of black suit pants and a white cotton and linen tunic. His face is three points similar to Zhao Tianqing, but he exudes an affinity and warmth, kindness and kindness.

  Seeing Zhao Tianqing leading An Ming in, his expression changed, obviously not knowing An Ming's existence. Zhao Tianqing has had many girlfriends, but never brought them home.

  Today is a family gathering, Zhao Tianqing brought people here, not to mention self-explanatory, which shows the importance of the girl in the family.

  Qiao Mei smiled softly and pulled An Ming to sit beside her, and Zhao Tianqing leaned back. I always feel that this meeting, my mother's attitude towards An Ming is much more friendly.

  "You're here, I didn't plan to let you run, your father is troublesome!How about it, the journey is still going well?"

  An Ming: "The journey was very smooth, and I didn't feel tired at all!"

  Qiao Mei: "You young people are in good health, but you are tired and take a rest and recover." We're older, and we can't recover in two or three days!"

  Zhao Tianqing: "Mom, how can you get sick?

  Qiao Mei glanced at Zhao Yuanji, who had an unnatural expression, and then looked at Zhao Tianqing, who looked concerned: "How can people eat grains and grains without getting sick? My health is good, and I came out after an injection, you see where the spirit and spirit are, it's okay! It's all because your father didn't explain things clearly, which makes you worried!"

  Zhao Yuandao coughed lightly twice, looking at Zhao Tianqing's eyes with a hint of pride and evasion: "If I say it lightly, will you come back? How long have you not come back?"

  The impression of his father, who is tall and mighty, has always been the benchmark for his learning, but when he grows up, many beautiful things are some ugly faces, although he has not seen it in person, but he has also investigated, the three views have collapsed, and his father's love has deteriorated, and he can't face it.

  Is it because my mother is not beautiful enough? No, is my mother not good enough? No, because my father is too greedy and affectionate, and there are so many beautiful women in the world.

  However, it is impossible to like it completely, because the moral bottom line does not allow it, the law does not allow it. Money can make ghosts grind, and those women are also products of money, and they are eager to make profits.

  "How long has it been since Dad has been back?"

  Zhao Yuan choked, unable to speak for a long time, guilty and sad, but did not repent. Qiao Mei's expression did not change, but the hand holding the teacup was paused for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

  Xu is because An Ming is there, every time he asks this question, Zhao Yuandao avoids the question every time, but this time he answered it.