Nan Yan looked at Song Xiuru with a vigilant expression and said, "Why are you looking at me with your eyes, you look weird and panicked!" ”

Seeing Song Xiuru open her mouth to speak, she hurriedly flashed to the side, raised her voice and said: "Stop, stop, I'll say it again, I don't have the money to buy a house for Nanqiang, you want to buy it, don't pull me into troubled waters." Yikes! Don't come here! Yikes!! ”

Song Xiuru chased after Nan Yan and reprimanded with an annoyed expression: "When did Mom say that you would buy a house for Nan Qiang?" Ah, you damned girl, you distorted the facts and framed me! ”

Nan Yan pursed her lips and muttered quietly, "That's not what it meant......

"What are you muttering about?" Song Xiuru raised her rolling pin.

Nan Yan shrunk her neck and said with a smile: "I said, it's better if you don't mean that." ”

Song Xiuru glared at her angrily, lowered her head and grabbed a handful of flour and sprinkled it on the dough, her fingers rolling flexibly.

Nan Yan wanted to step forward to help with a sneering expression, but was blocked by Song Xiuru sideways, and said in a cold tone: "I don't dare to work for you." ”

Nanyan was choked by Song Xiuru like this, and her temper also came up, she leaned towards the cupboard with her arms in her arms, and pouted: "Okay, what are you angry about, you don't know, my family's little money is for studying in Beibei, and no one can move, besides, I didn't earn that money, what confidence do I have to ask for money with my family." ”

"You have also relied on my dad to support you all your life, and you should have a better understanding of what it is like to open your mouth with people than I do. I remember when I was a child, my family was poor, you fancy a piece of floral fabric in a state-run store, you wanted to buy it but didn't dare to tell my dad, later, you ruthlessly still took out some money from the living expenses to buy it, who knew that this matter was known by my dad, he was already hot-tempered, knowing that you were spending money behind his back, so angry that he lifted the dining table, and cut the broken cloth hidden in the big closet, I remember very clearly, you were standing in the messy room with cups and plates, your face was swollen purple, and you trembled and confessed to my dad, promising that you would never dare again. But that night, when I got up to relieve myself, I saw you nesting in the corner and biting the broken piece of material with your teeth and crying silently, and that scene was seared in my mind like a pinprick in the face, and I have always remembered it all these years, and I have never forgotten it. Mom, I guess you hated my dad at the time, right? ”

Song Xiuru's dough rolling movement became slower and slower, and finally stopped, she raised her hand, rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand, and said in a low voice: "What do you know." At that time, your dad, he ...... He's really hard. ”

"Whew!" Nan Yan snorted and said, "You, you can't escape from my father's palm in this life, no matter what wrong thing he has done, how to embarrass you, in your heart, he is a good person, a good man, right!" ”

Song Xiuru nodded without hesitation this time, "Your father is a good person." ”

"You...... You...... I was really brainwashed by my dad. It's not saved, it's not saved. Nan Yan sighed helplessly.

"You're hopeless. Your madness towards Chen Jiaqi is not called brainwashing, it is called demonism, it is called ...... It's a ghost ......"

"Mom-" Nanyan protested.

Song Xiuru pulled back a city, only then did she smile, she rolled out a dumpling skin, then looked at Nanyan, and said, "Yan'er, Mom really has something to ask you today." ”

"As long as you don't buy a house for Nanqiang, you just have to say other things." Nanyan said.

"Do you remember your sister-in-law's little sister? It's called Xiaozhen, your brother got married, and she came to our house. Song Xiuru said.

Jia Xiaohui's sister-in-law?

Who is it.

Nan Yan shook her head in confusion, "I don't remember." ”

"Oh, what kind of memory do you have, just the little girl who kept pulling your skirt on the day your brother got married. Think about it, think about it. Precious...... Her name is Jia Xiaozhen. Song Xiuru reminded.

Nan Yan blinked, and a vague image in her mind gradually became clear.

The weak and thin little girl, combed in a ponytail, wearing a wide and cheap floral cloth shirt, a pair of slender Danfeng eyes full of novelty and cowardice, after seeing her, she was enchanted to pull her gauze skirt with her hand stained with dim sum dregs.

By the way, there is also a photo of her and Xiaozhen together at home.

At that time, she was unhappy because she couldn't get rid of Xiao Zhen's black face, but Xiao Zhen leaned her neck and looked at her with a longing expression.

"I seem to be a little impressed. What's wrong? Nan Yan asked.

"Aang." Song Xiuru looked at Nanyan and said, "Just remember." She came to Shuoyang. ”

Nan Yan nodded, "It's okay to come and shop, she's not too young, is there twenty?" I asked Nanqiang when she got married, and it seemed that she was eleven or twelve years old, and it had been seven or eight years. ”

"Twenty." Song Xiuru put down the rolling pin, and her eyes suddenly became warm, "Yan'er, this is what my mother asked you for today, you go back and talk to Jiaqi, look, see if you can let Xiaozhen work in the store......"

"Mom!" Nan Yan raised his eyebrows.

"Anyway, Jia Qi always has to hire people, and it is reliable to have one of his own people by his side, besides, your sister-in-law has opened her mouth, I ......" Song Xiuru was snatched by Nanyan before she finished speaking.

"Don't listen to that goblin! You forgot the old relative she introduced to her last time, she was too lazy to do it, and she embezzled business funds, if it weren't for her vigilance, the things in the store would have been emptied by her. Well, the last loss hasn't been settled yet, and she still has the face to introduce her sister to work again! No way! Even if Jiaqi agrees, I can't agree, what does she think of us, soft persimmon? Nanyan was resolute.

"Yan'er, I've seen this Xiaozhen, she's quite honest, unlike the cousin last time......" Song Xiuru still wanted to persuade.

Nan Yan rolled her eyes, "What good can I do if I have a mother with a little goblin?" One set in front of you and one behind the other, have you suffered less over the years, stop, stop, Mom, don't mention this again, I beg you, make dumplings quickly, I'm starving to death. ”

"Starve you!" Song Xiuru pulled down her face and muttered.

"It's okay for me to starve to death, but Beibei is your heart's meat, you won't starve Beibei, right?" Nanyan said.

At the mention of the north and south, Song Xiuru's expression automatically softened, she grabbed the rolling pin and waved it at Nanyan, and continued to work with a muttering mouth.

The mother and daughter played at Nan's house until it was dark before returning to Phoenix.

The lights at home are dark, and Chen Jiaqi has not come back yet.

Nanyan urged Nanbei to take a bath, and as soon as her daughter entered, she heard a knock at the door.

"Jiaqi—" Nan Yan pulled her hair behind her ears and ran towards the door.

Chen Jiaqi stood in the shadow of the foyer, his black clothes almost blending with the door behind him.

As he changed his shoes, he looked up at his wife, who was running towards him like a fawn.

A familiar warm current passed through my heart.

He straightened up, spread his arms, and caught his gentle wife.

Today, like every ordinary day, when he came home, there was such a warm hug waiting for him.