Although the snow on the road in the town has melted, the road out of the town is covered with snow and mud mixed together. It has been exposed to the sun all day, and there are potholes everywhere filled with semi-frozen snow water.

Even though Zhao Changan kept the speed down, the tires still shot out streams of muddy slush water from time to time as the car moved forward, inevitably staining the clothes of several pedestrians.

Fortunately, the villagers were simple, and Jiang Ying kept the window open and reminded him in local dialect with a Pengzhou accent, so no one argued with Zhao Changan.

Zhao Changan parked the car on the roadside more than ten meters away from the gate. Jiang Ying jumped out of the car excitedly and almost slipped.

Thinking that she was still injured, carrying the suitcase along the bumpy road for more than ten meters was like a roller coaster, so she might as well carry it smoothly.

I was going to help her lift it to the gate before leaving.

Zhao Changan took Jiang Ying's trolley suitcase out of the trunk of the car. After thinking about it, he took out two bottles of Wuliangye and one Huazi from the trunk of the car.

Since Jiang Ying's family is the richest man in town and one of the top 40 or 50 richest people in Shancheng City, they should not be indifferent to cigarettes and alcohol.

But now that Zhao Changan has arrived at the door of his house, he has slept with his innocent daughter many times in the past two days, making her still a little awkward when walking, so he should express his feelings.

"You want me to weigh cigarettes and wine for my mother?"

Jiang Ying looked at it and stuck out her tongue: "Doesn't that mean I won't hurt myself?"

"Just say you bought it with your own money. Thinking about their hard work, I'm sure you'll be moved to tears."

Zhao Changan looked at the smile in her eyes. Although there was distress on her lips and in her little head, she was worried about how to lie, not about not being willing to give the gift that Zhao Changan gave her parents.

"Hee hee, my mother has a heart of stone. She scolds me like a treasure. She doesn't wipe away her tears so easily. Zhao Chang'an, please come to me as your new son-in-law."

Jiang Ying's somewhat joyful long legs were full of dancing energy, and her pony boots crunched on the snow on the roadside as she walked toward the door of her home.

"Woof woof woof——"

The wolfdogs she kept seemed to be very familiar with the little mistress's voice. They all rushed to the gate and barked through the iron fence, wagging their tails desperately, and the smaller ones had already stuck their heads out of the iron fence.

Watching Jiang Ying's dog's paws scratching on the iron fence.

"Blackberry, Harry, -"

Jiang Ying ran over happily, almost falling down on the way, and ran to the gate, shouting the foreign names of the dogs while bending down to pet their heads.

"Young woman, you are making a lot of noise!"

Zhao Changan had no choice but to hurry up and prepare to put his suitcase, cigarettes and alcohol by the door, say goodbye to Jiang Ying and leave.

"Why has it been so cold for so long? You may have frozen. Is this your classmate?"

Zhao Changan had just put his suitcase by the iron gate and was about to say something to Jiang Ying before leaving, when a discordant voice sounded in his ears.

The voice sounded complaining at first, then distressed, then surprised, and then reacted with a startled and angry question.

Especially the cigarettes and alcohol in Zhao Changan's hand, a perfect match for the new son-in-law's first visit.

Thinking that his juicy cabbage might have been eaten by the pig in front of him, how could Jiang Wenhai not feel sad, sour, flustered and angry?

"Hello, uncle, I am Jiang Ying's classmate. We came back together during the winter vacation. Unexpectedly, we encountered heavy snow and were trapped in Feixi for two days."

With a smile that was neither humble nor overbearing, Zhao Changan explained the situation concisely.

"You young people just don't travel reliably and don't check the weather. Your mother was calling you stupid just now. Come in quickly!"

Jiang Wenhai opened the small door on the iron fence door and asked his daughter to come in quickly. When Jiang Ying stuck out her little tongue and went in, his fat body immediately blocked the small door. While taking the trolley box, he said to Zhao Changan with dignity: "The sky is beautiful.

It’s not too late, you should go back quickly.”

He didn't even ask where Zhao Changan lived.

Because once you ask, if you live too far away, it’s freezing cold and it’s going to be dark, it’s definitely unjustifiable not to stay overnight.

After all, my daughter still has to go to school, so it won't be good if it spreads in the fellow villagers' association in the future.

So I just pretended to be confused and drove him away. Later, I asked my wife to tell my daughter that when she goes to school, she should aim at learning knowledge and not fall in love easily.

Jiang Wenhai has been in the company for more than 20 years and has already developed a sharp eye.

The family conditions of the young man in front of me are probably not very good, even though he wears a down jacket and comes to buy Wuliangye and Ruanhuazi.

When the young man's hand handed him the trolley box, Jiang Wenhai noticed that his hands had very thick calluses. The calluses on the palms and fingers were very thick. They did not look like the hands of a college student at all, but more like the hands of a college student.

It was the hands of young laborers they saw working in the fields when the Bureau of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry went to the countryside.

Wuliangye and Ruanhuazi are not luxuries that poor students like this can afford.

He probably scraped together the money from here and there.

Or there is another possibility, but Jiang Wenhai doesn't dare to think about it because his heart can't stand it!

Thinking of this, Jiang Wenhai felt even more unhappy. If this poor boy just came to the door with a bottle of wine worth tens of yuan and cigarettes worth ten yuan, he would look down on him.

"Dad, what are you doing blocking the door?"

Jiang Ying wanted to say goodbye to Zhao Changan, but she was surrounded by several dogs wagging their tails, and her father's body in front of her blocked her sight. She couldn't help but curl her lips in protest.

She didn't realize that her father was blocking Zhao Changan from entering.

At this time, the concierge Grandpa Sun and his wife by the gate also came out, greeted Jiang Ying with a smile, and watched this scene.

It turned out that Jiang Wenhai had been sitting in the concierge warming himself by the fire for a long time, waiting for his daughter.

"Uncle, this is-"

"Take it back, young man. It's not easy for your parents to make money. You should be sensible and don't squander your parents' hard-earned money."

"Uncle, no,"

"Dad, I bought this for you and mom, not him, hehe~"

Jiang Ying came out from being surrounded by several dogs, holding her father's arm, tilting her little head, looking at Zhao Changan with joy in her eyes, and picking up cigarettes and wine with her other hand.

When Jiang Wenhai heard this, veins jumped in his forehead. He finally realized that the money really came from his daughter!

"Why are you two standing there, not allowing people to come in and letting them walk home at night today?"

At this time, a middle-aged woman's voice rang out. Zhao Changan looked back and saw a young woman who looked a bit like Jiang Ying, a man in his early thirties, and a man in his early forties with a waistband

A middle-aged woman wearing an apron.

"Mom, I miss you so much."

Jiang Ying turned back and smiled at her mother.

"If you want to sleep in every day, I will serve you like a cow or a horse!"

The middle-aged woman glared at her daughter: "I don't know how much my family has worried about you these past two days. Why are you still there and letting people in? There is no etiquette for hospitality at all."

Jiang Haiwen immediately understood what his wife meant. This young man had been with his daughter for two or three days. How could he be allowed to leave so easily? He had to think clearly before letting him go!

"No, uncle and aunt, my home is very close. I will be back in less than half an hour."

Zhao Changan nodded towards Jiang Wenhai and his wife, the young woman who looked very much like Jiang Ying, and the young man who looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, then smiled at Jiang Ying, then turned and left.
Chapter completed!