Qiao Zhenting looked at Helan Jin's abdomen and said to her: "Jin's girl, you have to fight hard and strive to have a girl!" Our family is not patriarchal. ”

She listened, feeling a lot of pressure.

After all, it is not her decision to give birth to a boy or a girl.

"You want? Find your own life. Qiao Hanye said immediately.

Qiao Zhenting wanted to say something, but heard Helan Jin shout in a low voice: "Mother-in-law? ”

"Ahem." Qiao Zhenting listened, thinking that she was calling herself, and when she was about to refute, she saw her walking forward quickly, and after a while, she saw an old woman being helped in by her.

Helan Jin looked at her happily and whispered, "Why are you here?" ”

This person is none other than a centenarian in the theater, she used to go to the theater to listen to the theater, and once she was attacked when she took Qiao Han to go at night, so she never went again.

"The garden opera is having New Year's dinner." She said.

The old man still has some style, doesn't talk much, and never talks to people, but a couple of sentences with Helan Hibiscus can be regarded as giving her enough face.

Seeing this centenarian, Qiao Zhenting's face changed greatly.

"How is she?" Qiao Zhenting stared in disbelief and turned around to escape.

But he was stopped by Helan Jin and said to him: "Grandpa, come quickly!" ”

"Bang" Qiao Zhenting was so excited that he hit the glass, he pushed the door open in pain, but he felt very ungraceful, immediately coughed twice, cleared his throat and turned to walk over.

He put his hands behind his back, pretending to be particularly noble.

"This is a centenarian in the theater, I have always wanted to take you to the theater to listen to the play, but unfortunately I have not had time, now I will introduce you to you, so it is convenient to make an appointment in the future." Helan Jin said.

"I'll leave the script for you to read, I'll go first." The centenarian said.

She got up and left, but Qiao Zhenting didn't come back to her senses.

"Grandpa, do you like the script, if you like it, next time I will accompany you to listen to a play with Hanye." Helan Jin said

Qiao Zhenting picked up the script like a ghost, flipped through a few pages, and immediately read it rotten.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" She asked.

"Why don't you eat yet? I am hungry. Qiao Zhenting said, grabbed the script and stuffed it into his arms, turned around and walked inside, leaving Helan Jin alone.

Qiao Han came over at night, and she immediately asked; "Am I upsetting Grandpa?"

"It's not." He said.

"Then why did he throw his face and leave?" Helan asked.

He said to her thoughtfully, "Maybe it's a problem with the script." ”

"There's nothing wrong with that script, it's just a story about a scumbag chasing people." She whispered, smiling and walking inside, startled after only two steps.

Immediately took his arm and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa is a little older, and although the centenarian is older than him, the two won't know each other, right?" ”

"That scumbag, is it grandpa?" She asked, with a hole in her head.

After all, all the scripts in the theater are carefully selected, and the person who wrote the script is a centenarian.

"Perhaps." Qiao Hanye said, just seeing Qiao Zhenting's demeanor, he could guess a little bit or two.

The two of them said as they walked inside.

Helan Jin saw Qiao Zhenting sitting there drinking and didn't dare to say anything, but heard him ask, "How often do you go there to watch a play?" “

"Not often, occasionally go." She said.

It was quiet and quiet, and every time she would go there and sit alone.

"Don't go, this script is not good." Qiao Zhenting said.