Zhou Zixi raised the corners of his lips, and the smile on his face was a bit proud.

"Xiao Yu, you pay so much attention to Shen Yuan, haven't you noticed that whether that girl meets or gets married to Shen Yuan, Yan Hua doesn't even see her, so it's obvious that she doesn't like her!"

Hua Qingyu lowered her eyes: "If you don't like her, why don't you let A Yuan marry her?"

In the end, I still couldn't get over what the old man wanted.

He is the eldest elder in the family, and it is for the health of his great-grandmother. Who dares to resist?

Zhou Zixi glanced at Hua Qingyu and snorted in his heart, feeling that this woman wasn't that smart either.

He couldn't think of such a simple question?

"Getting married is a stroke of genius from Grandpa. No one else had time to react." Zhou Zixi said with a sharp stab: "Do you think Yan Hua has no idea? This person has already been brought home, and he didn't ask Shen Yuan to take him there.

Give her a look, what do you think it's for?"

Hua Qingyu looked at Zhou Zixi: "What Uncle Xiaojiu means is that Aunt Yan is preparing to drive away He Xiaoran later?"

If you don't see him, you will be a stranger, and you will have no worries when you drive him away.

Hua Qingyu glanced at Zhou Zixi and said, "Thank you, Uncle Jiu, for the suggestion. Then I can rest assured and wait until Aunt Yan drives them away. By then, A Yuan and I will have no burden."

Zhou Zixi couldn't help but sneer: "Xiaoyu, I thought you were a smart person, but I didn't expect that you, a person who got into college based on your ability, would be so naive."

Hua Qingyu's face turned cold: "What does Uncle Jiu mean by this?"

"It's very simple. Even if Yan Hua wants to drive people away, he won't do it now. When are you going to wait?" Zhou Zixi sneered: "When their child is born?"

Hua Qingyu paled, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

"How did the old man find He Xiaoran?" Zhou Zixi tried his best to suppress the pride in his voice, "Isn't it because of superstition? There are many kinds of fortune tellers. Which fortune teller is more accurate? It's not just about whose mouth is better.

sharp?"

Hua Qingyu's heart moved, and she looked at Zhou Zixi, "What Uncle Jiu means..."

"Hey," Zhou Zixi stretched out his hand to stop her from speaking: "You have to fight for your own happiness. I just watched Xiaoyu follow Shen Yuan thousands of miles away, and in the end I could only watch A Yuan kissing me with that girl in a daze.

, but I forgot Xiaoyu and couldn’t bear it.”

After saying that, Zhou Zixi turned around and left, unable to suppress the pride on his face.

My steps became brisk.

He Xiaoran, you are dead!

-

In a two-story apartment building.

Quiet.

After a while, someone finally opened his mouth and stumbled: "A Yuan, what is this?"

Four or five people all lowered their heads and stared at the turtle crawling on the ground, with confused expressions on their faces.

Look at the turtle, then look at Zhou Chenyuan, then look at the turtle, then look at Zhou Chenyuan.

Zhou Chenyuan had a cold face, without any smile on his face. He sat down on the sofa, folded his arms and said nothing.

The five people in the room followed Zhou Chenyuan from home to abroad, and from abroad to home again.

He is a friend openly, but he is a death guard secretly.

To put it bluntly, from the day they were born, these children were destined to be tied to Zhou Chenyuan, and they were truly linked to each other in life and death.

Among them, Jinji is the largest and Zongtang is the smallest.

Zongtang has grandma-gray hair, wearing light blue ripped jeans and a white hoodie on his upper body. He is lying on the ground with his butt sticking out, staring at the turtle with big eyes.

He lowered his head and took a closer look, and suddenly found words written on the turtle shell with a dark green pen.

He raised his head: "Ayuan, who is Zhou Chenchen?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Chenyuan flew over with a knife in his eye. He wished he could fly into pieces.

Zongtang: “…”

Then an idea flashed: "Isn't Zhou Chenchen the name of this turtle?"

From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure approaching, but before he could speak, Jin Ji had already kicked him to the ground.

He looked down at Zong Tang: "If you don't know how to speak, just say a few words. Who are you insulting?"

Zong Tang: "I...no, it really says Zhou Chenchen on it."

Jin Ji half-crouched on the ground and came closer. Sure enough, on the plastic block, the words Zhou Chenchen were written in black pen.

He turned to look at Zhou Chenyuan: "Ayuan? Did you buy it?"

Zhou Chenyuan said with a gloomy face: "These days, who would buy a turtle as a pet with 250 yuan?"

"You didn't buy it, so where did this thing come from?" Jin Ji's expression was slightly surprised.

Zhou Chenyuan was a little angry: "I brought it back to stew the soup! I'll stew it tonight!"

Jin Ji glanced at the turtle. There was a missing piece of the turtle's shell and it was replaced with plastic. Are you sure it was brought back for soup?

Isn't someone's turtle lost?

Jin Ji frowned: "I'll notify you right away." After thinking about it, he felt worried and asked again: "Really stew?"

"Let it stew for you! What are you doing with all the nonsense?"

After Zhou Chenyuan finished speaking, he hugged the pillow in his arms angrily, while still staring at the turtle.

He Xiaoran also wanted to take Wugui away, but he didn't let her get her wish!

snort!

When he thought that He Xiaoran couldn't find the turtle anywhere, he felt a little happy for revenge.

Deserve it!

"Zhou Chenchen? Zhou Chenchen! Is that your name Zhou Chenchen? You will be stewed tonight. If you don't say anything, you won't see the sun tomorrow."

Zongtang and several others chatted with Wugui.

The turtle's head and limbs were huddled in the shell and ignored.

"Zhou Chenchen? It can't be your master's name, right? It's quite destined to be our A-Yuan. There's only one word difference..."

Zhou Chenyuan kicked him over, and Zong Tang fell onto his butt again.

He raised his head aggrievedly: "A Yuan!"

Zhou Chenyuan asked: "Who do you think is destined to whom?"

Zong Tangchao's boss Jin Jin sent out a distress signal. Jin Jin's face had no expression, his eyebrows were clear and his expression was cold. But Zong Tang was stunned to see the four characters "ask for more blessings".

In desperation, Zongtang had an idea, "I mean, A Yuan is destined to be the former owner of this turtle!"

Zhou Chenyuan frowned and stared at him without making a sound.

Zongtang continued: "This turtle is so big. It was probably raised by people. Later, it was no longer wanted and was simply thrown away. Ayuan, you picked this up, right?"

Zhou Chenyuan glanced at him sideways and snorted coldly from his nostrils: "Humph!"

"Stew! It must be stewed! No one is qualified to have a name similar to A Yuan!" Zongtang clenched his fists, "I will ask the kitchen chef to stew this thing according to the standards of a state banquet later!"

Zhou Chenyuan went upstairs with a sullen face.

Zong Tang picked up Zhou Chenchen and walked towards the opposite floor: "Chef Li, I will bring you some ingredients! The young master said that he wants to eat stewed turtle tonight!"

upstairs.

Zhou Chenyuan was barefoot, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, with his head lowered and a tablet control platform in his hand: "If you can't afford that price, don't rush to finalize it and look for other suppliers. Don't spoil them and think you're divorced.

Their factory can no longer operate. What I hate most is being pinched by someone’s neck..."

There was a knock on the bedroom door. Zhou Chenyuan raised his head with an expression on his face, but the broken hair on his forehead fell down, softening his violent eyebrows. He stared at the person at the door without making a sound.

Zongtang swallowed his saliva: "Ayuan, it's time to eat. Chef Li stewed the turtle you brought back. It's quite big and the soup is white."

"Zhou Chenchen?"
Chapter completed!