This character is like their Tang family, and he is sincere.

Fortunately, Tang Yuxin didn't know what her second uncle was thinking, otherwise, she might have to touch her old face again, she obviously had a belly of heart. Where is the honest, where is the honest?

In the previous life, because she was too honest, Tang Zhinian suffered all her life, and she suffered a lifetime of grievances.

In this life, she definitely doesn't wronged herself, and she can't be honest.

Because this year is too early, the month of wax is over, so the weather is still very cold, and the wind blows on the face, which is a little painful.

Tang Yuxin's body was covered with a quilt, his little hands and feet were placed in the quilt, his face was also very well wrapped, and he was holding a thermos in his arms, so it was not cold at all.

She leaned her little face on Tang Zhinian's back, her small body seemed to have never grown up, and she could still be held in her father's arms.

She also breathed a sigh of relief when no one was around, finally, the family has money, it's good to have money, and with money they can live their lives, a penny is difficult for a hero, this sentence is not false.

Finally, he can pay back all the money he owes to others, and he doesn't have to worry when he opens his eyes, the rice is gone, the face is gone, where is the meal tomorrow?

And their family used to live such a day, Sang Zhilan's salary has never paid a penny to the family, and every month when he comes back, he has to take some money from Tang Zhinian, and then add the old woman of the Sang family, and take this and that.

Don't blame why, Tang Yuxin didn't even want to call that grandmother, she had consumed the last family affection for that mother, let alone that grandmother.

She still remembers that when her grandmother pointed at her nose and scolded in front of a bunch of people, it was very difficult for the rural people to scold, but she endured it and endured it.

What are you, the gray-haired old lady pointed to Tang Yuxin's nose, just like your father, they are all the same poor ghosts, how can you compare with my Jiani, our Jiani is a fairy daughter, you are a piece of.

With your looks, even a hair of our Jiani can't be compared.

Poor ghost, poor life, white-eyed wolf, unproductive, is her former name.

Wei Jiani is the rose in the garden, as for her, she is the little cabbage in Tukela, and no one loves the yellow leaves. So for Sang Zhilan and those people in the Sang family, she didn't even have any feelings, all her feelings were lost in her previous life and destroyed by their own hands.

Tang Zhinian took his daughter to the department store in the city, and then took Tang Yuxin's little hand and took her to buy clothes, although it was twenty-eight years old, but there were still many people in the department store, so it was very crowded, Tang Zhinian held his daughter's little hand tightly, and he didn't dare to let go.

He bought his daughter a red coat, which happened to be worn at this time, and a pair of small red leather shoes, both of which cost more than forty yuan.

And Tang Zhinian took out the money from his body, when the family was poor in the past, no matter how expensive the clothes were, he would buy them for his daughter, even if there was no money at that time, but he had never wronged his daughter, not to mention that now, the family has made such a lot of money all of a sudden.