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Beicheng.
Jiang Zhiran and Cui Jiadong took their daughter as soon as they got off the train and took the bus to the door of a courtyard. This courtyard is a single-family house, covering an area of about two to three hundred square meters. It is the home of Jiang Yihong and Yan Rou.
"Ping the doorbell twice more. Maybe your parents are in the house and don't hear it."
Jiang Zhiran pressed the doorbell but could not hear any movement from the yard. Seeing this, Cui Jiadong couldn't help but urge.
"My parents probably aren't home."
Although he said this, Jiang Zhiran still followed Cui Jiadong's instructions and pressed the doorbell twice more, but still couldn't hear any sound from inside the door.
"Go to Yan's house."
Cui Jiadong had no expression on his face. He said this and turned around to go on his own.
Behind him, Jiang Zhiran bit his lip, holding the suitcase in one hand and his daughter in the other, chasing him quickly.
Clinker, when they arrived at the door of Yan's house, the doorbell still didn't ring.
Cui Jiadong's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Today is the weekend. There is no one at your parents' house, not even your grandpa's house. Did they know in advance that we were arriving in Beicheng today, so they all hid early in the morning? out?"
"impossible."
Jiang Zhiran blurted out: "My parents don't know that we are going back to Beicheng."
"Then tell me what happened?"
Cui Jiadong looked at Jiang Zhiran: "Speak!"
"I have no idea."
Jiang Zhiran whispered back.
Holding back his anger, Cui Jiadong took a deep breath and asked, "Where are we going now?"
"Why don't you go to Wen's house!"
The Wen family in Jiang Zhiran's mouth undoubtedly refers to her biological father's family.
"Since you're going over there, why are you standing here?"
Cui Jiadong looked annoyed: "If you hadn't had the brainpower to cut off the relationship with your parents, we could have lived like this!"
Hearing this, Jiang Zhiran didn't say anything, but she felt extremely aggrieved.
If not to be with him, could she have severed ties with her parents?
Now that you are complaining about her, have you ever thought about her feelings?
Jiang Zhiran's eyes were slightly sore, as if he noticed something was wrong with her mood. Cui Jiadong stopped and turned to look at Jiang Zhiran. Seeing that the other party was about to cry, he couldn't help but feel irritated and scolded: "You are acting like that. Who should I show it to? Let me tell you, when you get to the Wen family, you'd better act happy for me. If your biological father mistakenly thinks that I bullied you, I won't be done with you again!"
"I won't let my dad misunderstand."
There is no doubt that the "my dad" mentioned by Jiang Zhiran at this time does not refer to the father who has raised her for many years, but her biological father.
"You'd better remember this. If you slip up, you should know the consequences."
Withdrawing his gaze from Jiang Zhiran, Cui Jiadong continued to move forward.
About an hour later, a family of three arrived outside a family compound in the south of the city.
In order to avoid being stopped by the door, Cui Jiadong played a trick and followed a group of people with Jiang Zhiran and their daughter Cui Yifei into the family home.
"Whose children are you from? Why do I look so unfamiliar with you?"
About a hundred meters after walking into the gate of the family courtyard, an elderly aunt asked Jiang Zhiran.
"My father's surname is Wen."
Jiang Zhiran responded.
"It turns out he is Director Wen's daughter and son-in-law!" The aunt looked at Jiang Zhiran and Cui Jiadong, then turned her attention to the little girl Cui Yifei, and then said, "Is this little girl your daughter?"
"Um."
Jiang Zhiran nodded.
The aunt's surname is Wang, and her home is in the same building as the Wen family. She said: "That child Xuanlang was raised very sensible by your parents. You haven't seen that child for many years. Go back and have a look!"
"Then let's take the first step."
Jiang Li responded, holding his daughter and suitcase, and followed Cui Jiadong for two quick steps.
After the three of them had gone away, Aunt Wang, who was talking to Jiang Zhiran, said to the old sisters beside her: "I have never seen such cold-blooded parents in all my life."
One of the aunts, an aunt named Li, answered: "You mean Director Wen's daughter and son-in-law?"
"Who else could it be if they weren't them?!" Aunt Wang curled her lips: "There is no need to have a child in college. She hurriedly obtained the certificate to get married. After the child was born, she left it to Director Wen and his wife to raise. Who would have thought that the young couple graduated from college? We didn’t even borrow the child. Instead, we went back to the man’s hometown within two years to develop our lives together. We were away for several years..."
…
Beicheng.
Jiang Zhiran and Cui Jiadong took their daughter as soon as they got off the train and took the bus to the door of a courtyard. This courtyard is a single-family house, covering an area of about two to three hundred square meters. It is the home of Jiang Yihong and Yan Rou.
"Ping the doorbell twice more. Maybe your parents are in the house and don't hear it."
Jiang Zhiran pressed the doorbell but could not hear any movement from the yard. Seeing this, Cui Jiadong couldn't help but urge.
"My parents probably aren't home."
Although he said this, Jiang Zhiran still followed Cui Jiadong's instructions and pressed the doorbell twice more, but still couldn't hear any sound from inside the door.
"Go to Yan's house."
Cui Jiadong had no expression on his face. He said this and turned around to go on his own.
Behind him, Jiang Zhiran bit his lip, holding the suitcase in one hand and his daughter in the other, chasing him quickly.
Clinker, when they arrived at the door of Yan's house, the doorbell still didn't ring.
Cui Jiadong's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Today is the weekend. There is no one at your parents' house, not even your grandpa's house. Did they know in advance that we were arriving in Beicheng today, so they all hid early in the morning? out?"
"impossible."
Jiang Zhiran blurted out: "My parents don't know that we are going back to Beicheng."
"Then tell me what happened?"
Cui Jiadong looked at Jiang Zhiran: "Speak!"
"I have no idea."
Jiang Zhiran whispered back.
Holding back his anger, Cui Jiadong took a deep breath and asked, "Where are we going now?"
"Why don't you go to Wen's house!"
The Wen family in Jiang Zhiran's mouth undoubtedly refers to her biological father's family.
"Since you're going over there, why are you standing here?"
Cui Jiadong looked annoyed: "If you hadn't had the brainpower to cut off the relationship with your parents, we could have lived like this!"
Hearing this, Jiang Zhiran didn't say anything, but she felt extremely aggrieved.
If not to be with him, could she have severed ties with her parents?
Now that you are complaining about her, have you ever thought about her feelings?
Jiang Zhiran's eyes were slightly sore, as if he noticed something was wrong with her mood. Cui Jiadong stopped and turned to look at Jiang Zhiran. Seeing that the other party was about to cry, he couldn't help but feel irritated and scolded: "You are acting like that. Who should I show it to? Let me tell you, when you get to the Wen family, you'd better act happy for me. If your biological father mistakenly thinks that I bullied you, I won't be done with you again!"
"I won't let my dad misunderstand."
There is no doubt that the "my dad" mentioned by Jiang Zhiran at this time does not refer to the father who has raised her for many years, but her biological father.
"You'd better remember this. If you slip up, you should know the consequences."
Withdrawing his gaze from Jiang Zhiran, Cui Jiadong continued to move forward.
About an hour later, a family of three arrived outside a family compound in the south of the city.
In order to avoid being stopped by the door, Cui Jiadong played a trick and followed a group of people with Jiang Zhiran and their daughter Cui Yifei into the family home.
"Whose children are you from? Why do I look so unfamiliar with you?"
About a hundred meters after walking into the gate of the family courtyard, an elderly aunt asked Jiang Zhiran.
"My father's surname is Wen."
Jiang Zhiran responded.
"It turns out he is Director Wen's daughter and son-in-law!" The aunt looked at Jiang Zhiran and Cui Jiadong, then turned her attention to the little girl Cui Yifei, and then said, "Is this little girl your daughter?"
"Um."
Jiang Zhiran nodded.
The aunt's surname is Wang, and her home is in the Wen family building. She said, "Xuanlang's child was taught to be very sensible by your parents. You haven't seen that child for many years. Go back and have a look!"
"Then let's take the first step."
Jiang Li responded, holding his daughter and suitcase, and followed Cui Jiadong for two quick steps.
After the three of them had gone away, Aunt Wang, who was talking to Jiang Zhiran, said to the old sisters beside her: "I have never seen such cold-blooded parents in all my life."
One of the aunts, an aunt named Li, answered: "You mean Director Wen's daughter and son-in-law?"
"Who else could it be if they weren't them?!" Aunt Wang curled her lips: "There is no need to have a child in college. She hurriedly obtained the certificate to get married. After the child was born, she left it to Director Wen and his wife to raise. Who would have thought that the young couple graduated from college? We didn’t even borrow the child. Instead, we went back to the man’s hometown within two years to develop our lives together. We were away for several years..."
…
Beicheng.
Jiang Zhiran and Cui Jiadong took their daughter as soon as they got off the train and took the bus to the door of a courtyard. This courtyard is a single-family house, covering an area of about two to three hundred square meters. It is the home of Jiang Yihong and Yan Rou.
"Ping the doorbell twice more. Maybe your parents are in the house and don't hear it."
Jiang Zhiran pressed the doorbell but could not hear any movement from the yard. Seeing this, Cui Jiadong couldn't help but urge.
"My parents probably aren't home."
Although he said this, Jiang Zhiran still followed Cui Jiadong's instructions and pressed the doorbell twice more, but still couldn't hear any sound from inside the door.
"Go to Yan's house."
Cui Jiadong had no expression on his face. He said this and turned around to go on his own.
Behind him, Jiang Zhiran bit his lip, holding the suitcase in one hand and his daughter in the other, chasing him quickly.
Clinker, when they arrived at the door of Yan's house, the doorbell still didn't ring.
Cui Jiadong's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Today is the weekend. There is no one at your parents' house, not even your grandpa's house. Did they know in advance that we were arriving in Beicheng today, so they all hid early in the morning? out?"
"impossible."
Jiang Zhiran blurted out: "My parents don't know that we are going back to Beicheng."
"Then tell me what happened?"
Cui Jiadong looked at Jiang Zhiran: "Speak!"
"I have no idea."
Jiang Zhiran whispered back.
Holding back his anger, Cui Jiadong took a deep breath and asked, "Where are we going now?"
"Why don't you go to Wen's house!"
The Wen family in Jiang Zhiran's mouth undoubtedly refers to her biological father's family.
"Since you're going over there, why are you standing here?"
Cui Jiadong looked annoyed: "If you hadn't had the brainpower to cut off the relationship with your parents, we could have lived like this!"
Hearing this, Jiang Zhiran didn't say anything, but she felt extremely aggrieved.
If not to be with him, could she have severed ties with her parents?
Now that you are complaining about her, have you ever thought about her feelings?
Jiang Zhiran's eyes were slightly sore, as if he noticed something was wrong with her mood. Cui Jiadong stopped and turned to look at Jiang Zhiran. Seeing that the other party was about to cry, he couldn't help but feel irritated and scolded: "You are acting like that. Who should I show it to? Let me tell you, when you get to the Wen family, you'd better act happy for me. If your biological father mistakenly thinks that I bullied you, I won't be done with you again!"
"I won't let my dad misunderstand."
There is no doubt that the "my dad" mentioned by Jiang Zhiran at this time does not refer to the father who has raised her for many years, but her biological father.
"You'd better remember this. If you slip up, you should know the consequences."
Withdrawing his gaze from Jiang Zhiran, Cui Jiadong continued to move forward.
About an hour later, a family of three arrived outside a family compound in the south of the city.
In order to avoid being stopped by the door, Cui Jiadong played a trick and followed a group of people with Jiang Zhiran and their daughter Cui Yifei into the family home.
"Whose children are you from? Why do I look so unfamiliar with you?"
About a hundred meters after walking into the gate of the family courtyard, an elderly aunt asked Jiang Zhiran.
"My father's surname is Wen."
Jiang Zhiran responded.
"It turns out he is Director Wen's daughter and son-in-law!" The aunt looked at Jiang Zhiran and Cui Jiadong, then turned her attention to the little girl Cui Yifei, and then said, "Is this little girl your daughter?"
"Um."
Jiang Zhiran nodded.
The aunt's surname is Wang, and her home is in the same building as the Wen family. She said: "That child Xuanlang was raised very sensible by your parents. You haven't seen that child for many years. Go back and have a look!"
"Then let's take the first step."
Jiang Li responded, holding his daughter and suitcase, and followed Cui Jiadong for two quick steps.
After the three of them had gone away, Aunt Wang, who was talking to Jiang Zhiran, said to the old sisters beside her: "I have never seen such cold-blooded parents in all my life."
One of the aunts, an aunt named Li, answered: "You mean Director Wen's daughter and son-in-law?"
"Who else could it be if they weren't them?!" Aunt Wang curled her lips: "There is no need to have a child in college. She hurriedly obtained the certificate to get married. After the child was born, she left it to Director Wen and his wife to raise. Who would have thought that the young couple graduated from college? We didn’t even borrow the child. Instead, we went back to the man’s hometown within two years to develop our lives together. We were away for several years..."
…
Beicheng.
Jiang Zhiran and Cui Jiadong took their daughter as soon as they got off the train and took the bus to the door of a courtyard. This courtyard is a single-family house, covering an area of about two to three hundred square meters. It is the home of Jiang Yihong and Yan Rou.
"Ping the doorbell twice more. Maybe your parents are in the house and don't hear it."
Jiang Zhiran pressed the doorbell but could not hear any movement from the yard. Seeing this, Cui Jiadong couldn't help but urge.
"My parents probably aren't home."
Although he said this, Jiang Zhiran still followed Cui Jiadong's instructions and pressed the doorbell twice more, but still couldn't hear any sound from inside the door.
"Go to Yan's house."
Cui Jiadong had no expression on his face. He said this and turned around to go on his own.
Behind him, Jiang Zhiran bit his lip, holding the suitcase in one hand and his daughter in the other, chasing him quickly.
Clinker, when they arrived at the door of Yan's house, the doorbell still didn't ring.
Then replace. . . Catching insects. . .
