Han Jiangxue was like a proud swan, lying on Brother Zhang's back and patrolling the crowded food court.
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 been named Han a long time 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 smiling every day, as happy as a fool?
Only open-minded people will love life.
After visiting the food street, Mr. Han suggested going shopping.
It is impossible to say that without Yuan Mei, there will be no bloodbath in the capital.
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 hands were pointing 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 it be possible to get into the eyes of this great beauty?
Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows 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. "Have you not seen Yuanmei wearing her Kung Fu outfit every day? Will you accompany me to a high-end occasion in the future? How about wearing 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 see your aunt?" Han Jiangxue glared at Brother Zhang.
Zhang Ruoyu said nothing.
But the more he looked at Xuebao, the more pleasing he became.
This girl is not only easy to coax, but she is also good at coaxing people.
Originally, Zhang Ruoyu felt that Xuebao and his aunt were a little uncomfortable with each other's 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 masters.
Mr. Han frantically swiped his credit card and bought a bunch of things, except that he didn't buy much 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 people to customize them."
Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette in the wind and said calmly: "I have only worn these jeans for three years. It will be no problem if I keep 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 everyone 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 such a arrogant person. I can wear a bedsheet and look like an international fashion brand. Do you need to customize it for me? Who are you scolding?"
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 enjoy the breeze and eat ice cream. It was very comfortable.
The two of them just sat side by side, eating, blowing, and admiring 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 bite of ice cream and tilted his head and asked. "Your aunt is only five years older than you, and she's not really a relative. How could you two skip a generation? How can you tolerate such a bad temper?"
Mr. Han doesn't know whether Brother Zhang can bear it.
But Olaf felt strange.
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 even 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 a man 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't you just judge yourself?" Han Jiangxue raised an eyebrow. "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 the elder. She sounds authoritative and can control you." Han Jiangxue tried to analyze Lin Qingxi's psychology. "My aunt is probably a very domineering and controlling woman."
"She never cared about me." Zhang Ruoyu sighed and sighed. "Not overbearing either."
"Huh?" Han Jiangxue raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you forced to call me aunt?"
"When I was a child, I was very rebellious and loved to fight. I often overestimated my abilities and would fight several people." Zhang Ruoyu said slowly. "She said it was my sister, and those male classmates were not afraid at all. But when she said it was my aunt, they knew it was a parent coming. If they don't stop, they might 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."
"Then I yelled for a long time, and I got used to it, and I couldn't change it."
