Xiaobu always thought that Yang Yifeng's home was nearby, but he didn't live with his parents, but he didn't expect that his hometown was so far away and so big.
"Brother Yifeng, where is this?" Xiao Bu asked.
When she woke up, she saw in front of her eyes endless grasslands, green fences, and cattle and sheep grazing leisurely. It felt like she had walked into a natural oil painting where the wind blows the grass and makes the cattle and sheep invisible.
Xiaobu, who grew up at the bottom of the city, was particularly surprised.
Yang Yifeng continued to drive along the winding cement road. He looked straight ahead and said with a smile, "This is a ranch. It covers an area of more than 8 million square meters. What you see in front of you is just a corner of the ranch."
"Wow, it's really not that simple..." Xiaobu looked around and saw that it was very empty. "Is there no one watching this ranch? Will we be discovered when we drive in?"
"Haha, of course we will be discovered. We just passed a checkpoint and there are cameras. I think the owner of the ranch already knows that we are inside."
Xiaobu was shocked. She didn't understand why Yifeng continued to drive in. "Brother Yifeng, let's leave quickly before they come. What if there's a fight?"
Yifeng shook his head and laughed at her ignorance, "Silly girl, this is our family's pasture... As you can see, the place with the big windmill in front is our home."
Xiao Bu looked in the direction of Yifeng's finger, "Wow, what a beautiful windmill..."
Certain memories flashed into her mind. Once upon a time, she had seen a very similar scene. A huge white windmill would never stop turning as long as there was wind. Next to the windmill was a western-style building with a red roof and white walls.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and the purple curtains floated out of the window with the wind.
The car drove closer and closer, and the windmill became bigger and bigger. Xiao Bu couldn't wait to look at the house under the windmill.
"Wow, it's just like in my dream, the red roof, white walls, and huge floor-to-ceiling windows, it's really the same, so magical~" Xiao Bu exclaimed, she only thought those fragmented memories were dreams.
Yang Yifeng smiled and shook his head. He really couldn't do anything to his little wife, "Sit tight, I'm going to speed up~"
"Great!"
After a while, the car came to a park-like place, with blooming flowers planted on both sides of the door and two stone lions standing guard.
The iron door was open, and a man of about fifty years old stood at the door, waving to the car.
Although he didn't know him, Xiaobu smiled and waved to him. When he came to Yang Yifeng's house for the first time, he always wanted to give him a good impression.
"His name is Han Jiang. He is a housekeeper. He has been working as a housekeeper for more than thirty years. You can call him Uncle Han from now on." Yang Yifeng introduced and slowly drove the car into the courtyard.
"Butler? Isn't that a higher level than a nanny?" Xiao Bu's smile became a little stiff.
Yifeng glanced at her and consoled her, "Housekeeping and nanny are both professions. There is no distinction between high and low professions. Don't belittle yourself, understand?"
Xiaobu nodded vigorously, "Well, I knew Brother Yifeng wasn't that superficial, hehe."
"Okay, you will join my army, right?! The girl has become smarter~"
"You just realized it, how stupid you are!"
The car stopped and Butler Han came forward to open the door, "Master, you are back. Miss, please..."
Xiao Bu quickly waved her hand, "Don't dare, uncle, I'm not a lady!" She grew up at the bottom of society, and her subconscious inferiority complex can't disappear in a few days. When she hears others calling her "Miss," she listens.
Very awkward to wear.
Han Jiang was a little embarrassed by her, "Master, this..."
Yang Yifeng got out of the car, walked around to the passenger compartment and took Xiao Bu's hand, "Uncle Han, her name is Xiao Bu, just call her by name...and, please call me by name!"
"Yes, Master Yifeng." Han Jiang nodded and bent down.
Yifeng shook his head helplessly. He had only come back a few times in the past few years, so Butler Han might not be able to change his mind in a hurry.
When Han Jiang saw Yifeng holding Xiao Bu's hand, he thought he was a girlfriend, so he responded accordingly and said, "Miss Xiao Bu, you are welcome to be here as a guest."
Xiao Bu became anxious again, waving his hands and quickly correcting, "Uncle Han, call me Xiao Bu, don't call me Miss."
There are people pushing and shouting here, and at the door of the foreign-style building over there, Yang Quanxin has a sullen face and a long and disgusting face. Humph, this traitor is finally willing to come back to see me!
"Dad, Mom, come out..." Yifeng led Xiao Bu forward, "This is my wife, Fang Xiao Bu. Xiao Bu, call me mom and dad."
Xiao Bu's heartbeat quickened. This was the first time she met Yang Yifeng's parents, so she had to call her parents directly.
Father Yang in front of him was about fifty or sixty years old. He was wearing a black tunic suit and had some gray hair on his temples. However, he had a majestic appearance and was in good spirits. He was probably even worse than most young people in their twenties and thirties. He stared in front of him.
Two young people, their focused eyes are intimidating.
Mother Yang looks very young. Although the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes reveal the secret of her age, she still has the charm of a middle-aged lady. She is not like those smeared ladies in the city. Her dress is very simple and she stands seriously.
Father Yang seems to be a typical good wife and mother.
This was Xiaobu's first impression of them. She felt that this mother was easier to get along with than her father.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to scream, Yang Quanxin stopped him with a scolding, "What wife, what parents? What the hell are you doing?" His son only came back to inform his parents after he got married. What the hell is this?!
Xiao Bu was startled, a little aggrieved and hurt. She lowered her head and bit her lip, as if she had done something wrong.
Yang Yifeng held Xiao Bu's hand more firmly and touched her ring with his thumb, "Dad, Mom, we have registered, and she is your daughter-in-law."
"What, you... you," Yang Quanxin pointed at the two young people in front of him, "Yifeng, you still don't take me as a father seriously?! It's unreasonable to have a marriage in advance and later!"
Zheng Shu, who was standing next to her, supported her husband, stroking his back to help him calm down, and at the same time chiding, "Yifeng, it's true, you have to discuss such a big matter with us in advance..." Looking at Yang Quanxin
She was so angry that she was blowing her beard and staring, and she was also worried, "If you are not in good health, don't be angry with the child. Let's talk about it in the house first... Little girl, come in first."
"Oh...thank you!" Xiaobu said cautiously, his voice so low that he could only hear it if he stood in front of him.
Zheng Shu looked at the thin cloth, shook her head, turned around and helped Yang Quanxin into the house.
"Let's go, don't be afraid...I'm here!" Yifeng leaned close to Xiao Bu's red ear and whispered.
Xiao Bu opened his eyes wide and looked innocent, "Brother Yifeng, help me tell your parents that I can wash and cook, and I can also give birth to children."
Yifeng chuckled. In this situation, only a simple-minded person like Xiaobu would think like this. He gently scratched the tip of her nose and said, "Little fool, it goes without saying that I have my own sense of proportion."
A jealous look appeared in the floor-to-ceiling window next to the door. A tall woman with a beautiful face stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched.