Qiao Ping raised his head and smiled with relief, Xu is still uneasy in his heart. After that, he didn't dare to look at An Nanxuan's sincere-looking eyes.

Men are full of experience. But according to his more than four years of understanding. He is also a man who has revenge. He really didn't blame him for saying this to him, or was there some conspiracy to unfold?

Qiao Ping is not an ordinary person, he is a first-class master who looks at his face and looks terrible. Therefore, the play has to be done sufficiently. An Nanxuan sent the gift box he was carrying in his hand to Qiao Ping in an exaggerated manner, and said in a playful tone, "Uncle Qiao! This is the tea I brought with me from Jiang Province. Misty Mountain Green Buds! This tea is a special product of Jiang Province, produced on the top of Wuyi Mountain, moistened by light rain and surrounded by mist. I drank it to clear heat and detoxify, and my mouth was fragrant. ”

Qiao Ping laughed dryly. In the end, it is difficult to solve the doubts in my heart. But he took it happily.

While walking towards the path leading to the villa with An Nanxuan, he quipped: "I haven't seen you for a while." You're about to become a Jiang provincial. Speaking of the specialty of Jiang Province, the head is the Tao. ”

An Nanxuan's eyes were complicated green, and he said more and more seriously, "I'm not joking. In Jiang Province, I drink this tea. After trying it out, I think it's good. I brought it to Uncle Qiao. By the way, I was in a hurry and I was not prepared. I brought two boxes back, one for my dad to taste, and one for Uncle Qiao. ”

I only brought two boxes. But I gave myself a box. It doesn't matter how much the tea is priced. This heart is really precious. Qiao Ping suddenly felt that he was thinking too much.

An Nanxuan is a person who has revenge. But he is also a man who will repay his kindness. Without himself, how could he be as beautiful as he is today.

In the gentle breeze, the shadows of the trees moved. The flowers are swaying gently.

Qiao Ping stopped and turned around later. Twisting his eyebrows, he stared at An Nanxuan seriously. "Nanxuan! You're dead...... Really don't blame Uncle Qiao? ”

An Nanxuan was still smiling, looking still so sincere, "Uncle Qiao! Received the grace of dripping water, when the spring reciprocates. Besides, I have always regarded you as my own uncle. You know, my dad didn't have a brother. You are my own uncle. I used to think that even if the company didn't do well one day...... As long as I have a bite to eat, Uncle Qiao is indispensable. ”

An Nanxuan's words were true, and the more he got to the end, the more sad he became. Big man, say this. It was heartbreaking to hear.

"Nanxuan! It's uncle's fool! Qiao Ping avoided An Nanxuan's gaze and didn't turn his head to wipe his red eyes.

An Nanxuan had never seen Qiao Ping so excited. Although it was prepared. In the end, it is inevitable that the fake drama will be done, and it will be sad to follow.

There is not a word. The two chatted and came to the eaves. Lao Wang Tou enthusiastically moved two rattan chairs outside and made tea.

Look at the patchwork of the garden. An Nanxuan said according to the words that had been brewed on the way here, "Uncle Qiao! I bought a few hundred acres of land in Huaxiang Village on Qinghu Island. I'm going to build a villa there. It is said to be one, but it is actually composed of three villas connected to each other. Construction is underway. It will be completed by the middle of next year. Qinghu Island is named after the water, the environment is quiet, the air is fresh, and the villa is surrounded by clear water on three sides. The dust hustle and bustle is far away. I've thought it all through. If Uncle Qiao doesn't start a family. From now on, you and my parents will live there with me. It's okay, just plant flowers and plants. ”

Qinghu Island is located in the middle of Qinghu Lake. The island is beautiful with trees and onions, and ancient vines depend on each other. Wildflowers are everywhere. There is a village on the island, with only a few dozen households, and the village is called Huaxiang Village.

Huaxiang Village is surrounded by water on three sides. A winding road leads to the outside world. In those years, there was a lack of transportation. So now there are only a few farmhouses in the village. The land is also barren.

The water level of Qinghu Lake is stable all year round, and the water quality is clear. The lake near the city is full of lotus flowers as soon as the season comes. It's not a scenic spot, though. However, the citizens of X City have always regarded it as a natural leisure resort, and in season, they will invariably go to the lake to enjoy the lotus flowers.

With the change of the times, with each passing day, people's consumption concept is also quietly changing. Once a swarm of swarms poured into the city, now they have taken the quiet route, and people with money and brains are choosing places with good air and good environment to live.

Qiao Ping secretly swallowed the saliva in his lower throat. Being able to buy a few hundred acres of land on that small island can be said to buy almost the entire Huaxiang Village. And the environment there can be described as a paradise on earth. If Qinghu develops into a tourist attraction in the future, if you don't do anything, just renting land is a lot of income. An Nanxuan's mind is really unmatched. The most rare thing is that he actually has himself in his future plans.

That's just the way it goes. What he just said was from the bottom of his heart.

"Nanxuan! How much does that cost? ”

"More than a year ago. I'm just scratching up the idea there. The price of acquiring wasteland and old houses is different. There are expensive and cheap. Overall reasonable. An Nanxuan smiled open-mindedly, and then, looking at the green bathed in the sun not far away, "Uncle Qiao! Sooner or later, Lina will get married. You live alone. Staying with my mom and dad. There is also a companion for each other, and there is a response. ”

Qiao Ping let out a long sigh, "You're right. Lina will leave me sooner or later. It's time for me to plan for the future. ”

An Nanxuan said: "We are like a family. What else do you need to plan? ”

"Your daughter-in-law ......," Qiao Ping said uneasily.

An Nanxuan reached out and covered Qiao Ping's hand on the armrest of the rattan chair, "My daughter-in-law Xiaoyu is naturally kind and has a gentle temperament. You can rest assured! She can't wait for a lot of people and a lot of fun! It's just that Uncle Qiao is young, how can he not become a family? ”

These words immediately hit Qiao Ping's heart.

A person lives alone. The light and shade are unbearable. Married to this age. Besides, girls nowadays are running for money. It's even harder to find someone who really likes it. What's more, there are unspeakable hidden.

I don't know how the woman I've been thinking about all these years is doing?

"Starting a family...... I'll have to think about it. Qiao Ping said.

That's clear enough. Served as a reminder. An Nanxuan smiled again, stopped talking, and only focused on watching the scenery.

Qiao Ping's eyes became more and more dim, and Xu recalled the sad past many years ago.

As soon as those old things were brought up, he could no longer control his emotions, "Nanxuan! You know. Over the years, I have been inquiring about Jane's whereabouts, consciously or unconsciously. But she has not been heard from...... You know that, too. Something happened when I went to the United States to look for her in my early years...... This has led to the inability to have children......"

Qiao Ping's early years, An Nanxuan knew from his drunken mouth. Otherwise, there was no such thing as Xu Hancheng threatening Huang Zhongxiang to reveal this to Qiao Lina. But every time Qiao Ping told him about these old and rotten sesame pasts, he became a loyal viewer. Don't say a word. Only sympathy.

Today, he could not even show a hint of joy. Therefore, the light in his eyes was as deep as the night, with a faint light of sorrow, still affectionate and silent, expressing sympathy. (To be continued......)