Chapter 382 He wants to personally award the honor
Han Jiangxue was like a proud swan, lying on Brother Zhang's back and patrolling the crowded food street.
Standing high can see more people and a larger world.
Thinking about the fragmented family that I was confined to back then, it seemed like the whole world was gray.
So what if the family is not beautiful?
Isn’t it enough to just build a beautiful family by yourself?
A married daughter is like water thrown out. I shouldn’t have had my surname Han long ago!
Brother Zhang became an orphan at the age of eight and served as a soldier in the army for ten years. Look at his miserable life experience.
Aren't you just smiling every day, as happy as a fool?
Only open-minded people will love life.
After visiting the food court, Mr. Han suggested going shopping.
It is impossible to say that Yuan Mei's absence would prevent the capital city from being massacred with blood.
The money Mr. Han has in his pocket can buy the entire street.
"These shoes, this skirt, and this bag." Han Jiangxue's face was full of arrogance, and her white bare hands pointed casually.
"Wrap it up!" Zhang Ruoyu followed behind and said to several discerning sales assistants.
"No." Han Jiangxue curled her lips and glanced sideways at Brother Zhang.
Alas, for people from the lower classes like Brother Zhang who come from poor backgrounds, the situation is still small...
"Except for these few, I'll wrap up the rest." Han Jiangxue shrugged, like a rich woman taking a pretty girl out for a night out.
"Okay!" Several sales assistants smiled happily.
They had already guessed that this beautiful lady was going to play this trick...
None of the items she ordered just now could be sold. How could they possibly catch the eye of this great beauty?
Zhang Ruoyu raised his brows and curled his lips and said, "Why did you buy so many? Can you exchange them?"
"You're not buying it for me alone." Han Jiangxue rolled her eyes at Brother Zhang. "Didn't you see that Yuanmei wears her Kung Fu outfit every day? In the future, when you attend a high-end occasion with me, why don't you wear a few decent outfits?"
Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows, this girl is quite considerate.
"Also, have you said hello to your aunt? We finally came to Yanjing, why don't we go and see your aunt?" Han Jiangxue glared at Brother Zhang.
Zhang Ruoyu said nothing.
But the more I looked at Xuebao, the more pleasing I became.
This girl is not only easy to coax, she is also very good at coaxing people.
Initially, Zhang Ruoyu felt that Xuebao and his aunt were a bit uncomfortable with their auras, and was afraid that the atmosphere would be too tense when they met. Unexpectedly, Xuebao took the initiative to invite him, and even prepared gifts.
It's considered worthy of being in the hall.
Later, he taught her how to make braised pork and stir-fried abalone, and she became one of the best in the hall.
Mr. Han frantically swiped his credit card and bought a bunch of things, except for Brother Zhang.
Brother Zhang didn't say anything, but he felt very depressed.
Even if I can support myself, I can't just not buy it, right?
Do you understand what it means to be light on etiquette but heavy on affection?
Seeing Brother Zhang feeling depressed while shopping, Mr. Han curled his lips and rolled his eyes at Brother Zhang: "How can I buy the things that Brother Zhang uses from such crappy street products? I always find someone to customize them."
Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette in the wind and said calmly: "I've only worn these jeans for three years. It's no problem if I keep wearing them for another three years. You don't have to worry about it."
Mr. Han was so happy that he put his arm around Brother Zhang in front of people on the street, tilted his head and asked, "Brother Zhang, are you angry?"
Mr. Han really enjoyed shopping in a strange city with his arm around Brother Zhang.
It's like returning to the youthful eighteen years old, full of energy.
"Angry? I laughed." Brother Zhang blew out a smoke ring and said coldly. "I'm a clothes racket like me. I can wear a bed sheet and look like an international fashion brand. I don't need you to customize it for me? Who are you scolding?
Woolen cloth?"
Han Jiangxue spat. She was tired after walking for a long time. She bought two boxes of Haagen-Dazs and sat on a chair on the side of the road to blow in the air and eat ice cream. It was very comfortable.
The two of them just sat side by side, eating, blowing, and enjoying the neon lights and busy traffic on the roadside, feeling happy both physically and mentally.
"Brother Zhang, actually I have always had a doubt." Mr. Han took a mouthful of ice cream and tilted his head and asked. "Your aunt is only five years older than you, and she is not a real relative. How could you two skip the generation? You are so bad-tempered.
, can you bear it?”
Mr. Han doesn't know whether Brother Zhang can bear it.
But Olaf felt weird.
Calling a woman who is five years older than me aunt always makes me feel like I am being taken advantage of.
"I refused at first."
Zhang Ruoyu took a bite of ice cream, a trace of nostalgia for his youth appeared on the corner of his lips, and muttered: "In the earliest days, I insisted on calling her sister."
"Then how come you become an aunt after shouting?" Han Jiangxue asked, tilting her head.
Brother Zhang refused.
Han Jiangxue also felt that she had been taken advantage of.
Even if Han Jiangxue analyzed it from the perspective of aunt, which woman wants to be called aunt?
Doesn’t that call you old?
She is really an aunt, she wishes for men to call her sister!
The relationship between Zhang Ruoyu and Lin Qingxi is very subtle.
Seeing that she was about to confront her aunt again, Han Jiangxue wanted to know more about this woman who put a lot of pressure on her.
"My aunt said she called my mother sister, so I have to call her aunt." Zhang Ruoyu curled his lips, but there was a trace of the past hidden in his dark eyes.
"Can you just judge yourself?" Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows. "I don't want to be called aunt by a man who is five years younger than me. I am called old."
"It's awkward for me to shout." Zhang Ruoyu shrugged.
"Call Auntie. She is an elder. She sounds authoritative and can control you." Han Jiangxue tried to analyze Lin Qingxi's psychology. "Auntie should be a very domineering and controlling woman."
"She has never taken care of me." Zhang Ruoyu sighed and sighed. "She is not overbearing either."
"Huh?" Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows. "Then why do I force you to call me aunt?"
"When I was a child, I was very rebellious and loved to fight. I often overestimated my ability and would fight several people." Zhang Ruoyu said slowly. "She said she was my sister, and the male classmates were not afraid at all. But when she said she was my aunt, they knew she was
The parents are here, and if you don't stop, you may have to ask the teacher to invite the parents."
There was bitterness on Zhang Ruoyu's lips: "Just because she became my aunt, I received a lot less beatings."
"Later, after shouting for a long time, I got used to it and couldn't change it."
