After agreeing on a time with Song Chuxiong, Qin Hao went to bed in the afternoon.

An Ran also fell asleep next to Qin Hao. Qin Hao was a little uncomfortable at first. After all, there was a beautiful woman lying next to him. It would be a lie to say he was not excited.

But this was a ward, and Qin Dahai and Liu Xiaohong were both there, so there was nothing they could do. At this time, Qin Hao regretted his persistence.

You shouldn't decide to wait until Qin Dahai is discharged from the hospital before moving into the villa.

He fell asleep in a daze, and when Qin Hao woke up, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

An Ran packed up and bought fast food. It was already nine o'clock in the evening after everyone had eaten.

With nothing to do, Qin Hao took An Ran for a walk. The two of them came to the Yangtze River, enjoying the wind and feeling very comfortable.

"Qin Hao, how many days will it take for our dad to be discharged from the hospital?"

Qin Hao touched An Ran's head and said:

"It's coming soon, it will only take a day or two."

"When the time comes, we will move into the villa, and I will have a home in the future."

Yes, Qin Hao finally has his own home.

"Husband, tell me honestly, have you and Song Hyena really never done that?"

"How did you hold it back? Also, don't you think about it at all?"

While An Ran was talking, he began to tease, and his hands kept stroking Qin Hao's body.

"Don't make trouble, this is happening, it won't be good if someone sees it!"

An Ran smiled "hehe".

"Honey, do you want to try it in the car?"

If such words were said by others, Qin Hao would definitely be surprised, but when An Ran said it, he would not be surprised at all.

After all, Anron was like that, speaking without scruples and boldly.

He has that kind of carefree personality, and it is because of this kind of responsibility that he is An Ran.

After listening to An Ran's words, Qin Hao licked his tongue. Just when he was about to take action, An Ran's words made him lose his passion.

"You have a beautiful idea, but I don't want my first time to end like this. I want a good environment and a sense of ceremony."

The two of them were blowing in the wind like this, hugging each other occasionally, and reminiscing about their classmates' past together.

At this moment, a guitar player attracted the attention of Qin Hao and An Ran. Looking into the distance, it turned out that it was a wandering singer singing, and what he sang was Lao Lang's "My Deskmate"!

will you remember tomorrow

The diary you wrote yesterday

Will you still miss me tomorrow?

You used to cry the most

The teachers have forgotten

You who can’t guess the problem

I also look through photos accidentally

I just remembered you at the same table

This is a boy in his early twenties. He sings very softly. Many people who come to play nearby are attracted by the singing.

Qin Hao is no exception.

Who married you who is sentimental?

Who read your diary?

Who tied up your long hair?

Who made your wedding dress?

This song is very familiar. Almost many people have heard it, especially those who have stories. It is easy to be pulled into memories by this song.

Qin Hao and An Ran are no exception. Qin Hao once sang this song at a freshman celebration.

It's just that Qin Hao's singing is really not good, far less good than this person's singing.

"good!"

"Bah bang bang!"

After the song was finished, everyone began to applaud, and some people began to take out their wallets and give some money, but most people still chose to have sex for free.

Qing took out his wallet, which contained only three hundred yuan in cash.

Qin Hao originally planned to find ten yuan in change, but An Ran snatched his wallet and gave all the money directly to the wandering singer.

Now, Qin Hao had no choice but to come back.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go back!"

An Ran directly took Qin Hao's hand and walked towards the parking place.

"An Ran, I'm going to use the three hundred yuan to refuel tomorrow!"

After getting in the car, Qin Hao was still struggling with the matter of the three hundred yuan just now.

"You are not short of money now."

"Also, haven't you noticed that this person looks a lot like you a few years ago?"

"It's just that the two of you have different methods. He chooses to sing, and you choose to set up a street stall."

"Actually, the most fundamental nature is the same. For the sake of living, I was thinking at that time, why no one is willing to buy an extra pair of your socks."

"Why do others have to bargain with you for a two-dollar keychain? In fact, you were no different from the person just now."

"They all use their own labor to get the results they deserve, so if you give him a few hundred yuan more, maybe you can help him."

Qin Hao was stunned by what An Ran said, so he stopped talking. What An Ran said was right.

Two or three hundred yuan is really nothing to him now. Maybe you can really help others.

It seems that An Ran's kindness is still as good as ever.

"Actually, I think the song he sang is really nice, at least better than what you sang before!"

"Okay, you actually think my singing is ugly. You didn't say so at the beginning."

The two of them chatted and laughed all the way and arrived at Song Chuxiong's villa. There was still a quarter of an hour before the agreed time.

"Uncle, Sister Ranran!"

Song Tingting seemed to know that Qin Hao was coming, so she waited at the door.

"Tingting, with the way you are dressed, are you planning to go to the ghost market?"

Qin Hao asked curiously.

"Of course, I am your assistant and the owner of the antique shop."

At this time, Song Chuxiong walked out of the villa, carrying two canvas bags in his hands.

It's heavy and seems to be quite heavy.

"Xiao Hao, come and help me."

"Brother Xiong, what is this?"

Qin Hao took a package, but the weight was nothing to him.

"Money, one million per bag, two million in total!"

"Brother, I won't take any action tonight. I will do everything for you to prepare for the opening of your antique shop."

"Brother Xiong, I have prepared one million."

Song Chuxiong put the canvas bag into Qin Hao's trunk and then said:

"Although the things in the ghost market are cheap and there are a lot of them, they only accept cash."

“If you come across something good and you don’t have enough money, you can only stare at it, so be prepared!”

Qin Hao naturally didn't say anything else. If he really missed out on good things because he didn't have enough cash, it would be a big loss.

After getting ready, the four of them got into Qin Hao's car, but this time the driver was Song Chuxiong.

After all the twists and turns, Qin Hao forgot the road anyway. After about half an hour, the car stopped in an abandoned auto repair shop.

I looked at the time and it was only a little after twelve o'clock.

"Brother Xiong, how long will it take for the ghost market to open?"

Song Chuxiong opened the car door, looked into the distance and said:

"It's still early, let's take a rest first."

"Usually the ghost market is in the middle of the night, and it probably lasts for a few hours."

So next, Song Chuxiong began to teach Qin Hao the rules and precautions of the ghost market.

"Xiao Hao, if you like something, don't make a counter-offer. Just tell me and I will make a counter-offer."

"The water in the ghost market is very deep."

Qin Hao nodded, Song Chuxiong was indeed more professional than him in this matter.
Chapter completed!