Yang Zimei stopped the car, pushed the driving door, and walked out.
The village chief and Huang Yingqi welcomed it, and other children also surrounded with flowers. The elder sister was calling her short, her face was full of enthusiasm and expectations.
It seems that the village head is black and knows how to play a child.
As a person with a little conscience, they are unwilling to let children grow in this environment where droughts are about to make people unable to survive.
"Niuniu, you are finally here, we hope that you are looking forward to your necks."
Huang Yingqi stepped forward and used a slightly careful tone to Yang Zi.
"Yeah, Niuniu, the last time it was the people in our village were wrong. I heard the nonsense of your grandmother.
It depends on you all. This is Huang Xiuli's mother's house, you don’t want your mother to have no even a mother's house. "
The village chief said aside.
Hearing his last sentence, Yang Zimei frowned slightly.
Mom attaches great importance to this mother's family, but this mother only recognizes clothes and does not recognize people. When they are poor, they are rushed as a family dog.
When Huang Yingqi saw her frown, found that the village chief said something wrong, and hurriedly pulled his clothes and gave him his eyes.
The village chief also found that the way he said was not right, so he raised his hand and slapped himself, and laughed at Yang Zi's eyebrows, "My mouth, really don't understand talking, Niuniu, you don't want to compare with my stinky mouth.
, I have no other meaning ... "
"fine."
Yang Zimei answered faintly, "Yes, if this is not my mother's family, I really won't come back, nor will I care about whether it is drought or waterlogging here. My mother has always remembered here, remembering you, although
You have been so cold to her, she still urges me to come here to help you solve the problem. "
She sells this humanity to her mother.
I hope that when my mother will return to her mother's house in the future, she can get the due treatment.
As a daughter, she knows how much her mother is eager to be accepted and respected by people in the village.
"Xiuli is the best daughter cultivated by Huangcun. With her, it is really the great luck of our Huangcun. In a few days, we have to rebuild the ancestral temple and write the beautiful names into the credit.
Remember the kindness of your mother and daughter, and enjoy the worship of our Huangcun. "
The village chief hurriedly said.
"Thank you."
Yang Zimei is very satisfied with this approach.
This will increase the merit of her mother and make her life better. Even in the next life, it will be healthy because of this.
Huo Wenhua got off the co -pilot seat. Because of dryness, he coughed a few times.
The eight followers who followed the tight -fitting black bodyguard hurried forward and took water to serve him.
The villagers found that Huo Wenhua was extraordinarily atmospheric, his clothes were good, and he looked more familiar, and he wondered if it was coming.
"Niuniu, this is ..."
The village chief felt the difference between Dao Huo Wenhua sensitively and asked carefully.
Yang Zimei did not answer him.
At this time, it doesn't make sense to disclose Huo Wenhua's identity.
What's more, a Hong Kong man coming here will also make people doubt what an attempt will be.
Some things, the simpler the better.
However, things have not developed in the direction of Yang Zimei.