good old days

Hearing Chen Jiajia's jealous words, Song Minghan touched her head with a doting look on her face.

"Jiajia, don't mention irrelevant people, you know that I actually have no impression of her."

"I can understand what you are thinking, because I was abandoned by my family in the past. When I was lonely, if others gave me a little warmth, I wanted to repay her twice. That marriage in the past made me exhausted. It was you who made me Come to life again, Jiajia, you should be able to feel how serious I am to you. I know you are a sensitive and fragile girl. I just hope that you will never be hurt again in the future. In the future, you can rely on me, happily. You can tell me anything you are sad about."

Chen Jiajia was already deeply moved when she heard this. She was so excited that she threw herself into his arms, hugging his waist tightly with her arms and pressing her face against his chest.

Although he was married, there was a reason for that. She also knew what kind of person Jiang Baoqin was.

Ever since Wang Sumei and Chen Yi's mother and son appeared, everything in her family has changed. In order to defend the family, both she and her mother did wrong things, and were beaten and reprimanded by her father. Later, her parents divorced, and her mother spent all day She was thinking about how to reunite with her father, but her father was as hard-hearted as iron.

The family was in pieces. Her mother couldn't stand upright when facing Chen Yima, and even she was a dwarf. She hated this situation, and when she saw these people, she couldn't help suppressing them in a disgusting way.

She knew what she had done just now was not good, but she just couldn't help it. Why couldn't these people disappear?

He would carry her on a three-mile mountain road, fight with others for her, and gently comfort her and relieve her bad mood when she burst into tears after drinking.

He understands her and feels sorry for her, and she feels sorry for him too.

People were coming and going, and those passing by would look at the two of them more. Song Minghan let go of her and said, "Shall we go pick out other gifts?"

Chen Jiajia shook her head and said coquettishly: "Shall we go to your grandpa's yard? I want to eat the food you cooked."

Song Minghan scratched her nose, "What do you want to eat? Let's go shopping."

She became happy, thought of a question, and asked quickly: "Every time I dress up like this, my dad says it's ugly and insists on me washing it off. Do you think it looks good?"

Song Minghan's eyes were smiling, "You look good no matter what, the most important thing is that you like it."

Chen Jiajia covered her lips and smiled innocently, her whole body filled with happiness, "If I didn't have to go to school, I really want to marry you right now."

Song Minghan also had a smile on his face.

He had a crush on her before he went to the countryside, but her eyes followed Zhou Qi.

He could no longer remember many details of that dream, as if it had been deliberately taken away by time.

But one thing he remembered clearly was that the child brought by his stepmother Lu Peilin, his so-called eldest brother Song Hualin, had a prosperous career after marrying Chen Jiajia. Their mother and son were so prosperous at home that they suppressed him without the ability to fight back.

In the past six months, he has deliberately paid attention to Song Hualin's movements. His eldest brother is indeed trying to please and pursue Chen Jiajia, but the way of "pursuing" is very different from what he expected.

If it was the same as in the dream, wouldn't he have to be oppressed by Lu Peilin and her son in the future?

He did not allow himself to be disgusted by Lu Peilin and his children for the rest of his life.

Although Chen Jiajia is more willful, fun-loving, and no longer impeccable, her thoughts are shown on her face, which is really easy to understand.

He thinks he is not bad, and his only stain is his marriage to Jiang Baoqin. But this paragraph can also become a useful thing to make her sympathize and elicit her empathy.

Everything went so smoothly, completely different from the dream, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the store, Zhao Xiangling was wiping tears in embarrassment.

Jiang Xinyu patted her, "Why are you talking to her? What's wrong if you can't cut steak? There are so many people who can't cut steak, and foreigners don't know how to use chopsticks." Wang Sumei interrupted, "I don't even know what a steak looks like. I’ve seen it, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Jiang Xinyu said: "Let's go to that newly opened Western restaurant for a meal together some other time. If you want to learn how to eat two more meals, the waiter can't kick the customer out even if you eat with chopsticks."

Zhao Xiangling recalled what she saw inside the floor-to-ceiling glass that day, wiping away tears she asked in a low voice, "How did you learn how to do it?"

Jiang Xinyu: "I have worked as a tour guide for an educational inspection team before, and I have been to a hotel that only accepts foreign guests. In fact, using a knife and fork is just that. It's not a big deal if you know how to use it."

"If she says something mean in the future, just scold her back. The person who said something mean in the first place needs to be punished. There is no need to be polite to her."

Zhao Xiangling sniffed and nodded, "Auntie, Xinyu, I'll go back first."

She ran out of the store with her head down and her hands clenched tightly.

She was embarrassed not just because of the joke about cutting the steak, but because of the differences she felt in the process of getting along with those people.

The conditions of her family are not bad, at least she has never been hungry since she was a child, and she wears new clothes every year, but it is nothing compared to those people.

Song Minghan's indifferent and slightly repulsive look at the long table, the disdainful looks from Chen Jiajia and others, and what she said today all made her regret that day that she had agreed to the casual invitation of her classmate and followed her to the Western restaurant.

Isn’t it just a good pregnancy, but the biological mother is still a third party who destroys other people’s families, and it’s not like she was divorced, what’s so big about it?

Yao Xin actually came into the store at around two o'clock in the afternoon.

"It's really hard to find your store. I walked around the market for more than half an hour before I found it."

Jiang Xinyu asked: "Chen Yi asked you to come? Did you check the phone number?"

Yao Xin nodded, "What he sent to Jiang Fen, I just touched here to take a look. Didn't Guo Hong work as a teacher in their commune school like you? I checked the phone number and asked, level by level. It took more than an hour to ask for the phone number. I called the phone. The person at the post office also knew Guo Hong. I asked the person to inform Guo Hong to call the communication room of our school on time at 12:30 tomorrow, and we would both go there by then. Let’s go and ask what’s going on.”

Jiang Xinyu patted her shoulder, "You must have spent a lot of money, I will split it equally with you."

Yao Xin waved her hand, "Forget it, when Guo Hong comes back I will ask me to carry rice and hot water for a whole winter as payment."

The two talked for a while, and Yao Xin looked at her watch and said, "I just want to buy some things. Can you accompany me to the department store?"

After leaving the door, Yao Xin asked: "I knew your store was here, but Chen Yi didn't say it, and you didn't say it either. How do you think I knew it?"

Jiang Xinyu thought for a long time, "Chang Zhenzhen?"

It can't be the big mouth of Yang Guangrong who just entered school, right?

Yao Xin nodded seriously, "That's her. The news has probably spread throughout the girls' dormitory. She just spent a few days shopping with professors from abroad, and she was almost screaming to the sky. She also said that a foreign businessman named Yang wanted to give the school Donating money, both inside and outside her words, she has a share of credit. Even before the donation is made, it may not be possible, but she is spreading the word."

Jiang Xinyu asked in surprise: "Why doesn't it necessarily work?"

Yao Xin poked her shoulder with her finger, "You are stupid. The person named Yang is a foreign businessman! Although he is Chinese, his nationality is more sensitive. There is a high chance that the money he donated will not be accepted."

Jiang Xinyu nodded, "That's it."

Think about the news about the New Gate Hotel. When the project was first being planned, the news of foreign investment was controversial. Shouldn't domestic universities accept donations from foreign guests to cause controversy?

Someone in Yao Xin's family works in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and such political sensitivity is probably the result of subtle influences.