The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

She and Qiao Zhi sat at the top, surrounded by respected people and local officials.

These people obviously regarded Mu Qiaozhi as her boyfriend, and they didn't hide anything, the patriarch personally brought two copies of the newly repaired genealogy to them: "Li Kun, this is the family tree we just repaired. I guessed that you would go home on Ching Ming Festival, so I rushed to get it out. Thanks to the help and printing from the county party committee propaganda department..."

"And this new local county chronicle, Likun, you are also on it..."

Li Kun politely thanked her, carefully looked through the part of the record about herself, and then saw her mother's name as she wished.

She smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt that she was very vulgar: After arguing for so long, is it to fight for a so-called "homecoming" like today?

A large group of children gathered around, poking their heads curiously. A woman came over and smiled: "Girls, what are you watching? You should also learn from Aunt Likun, and strive to be as famous as Aunt Likun when you grow up... ..."

"That's right, Likun is our pride, what did they say? The national treasure is here."

"This is a role model. Girls can become national treasures as long as they study hard."

"Don't just watch, you must study well in the future, go to a good university, and try to let us parents also be honored, so that I can also enter the family tree after I die..."

The girls laughed and scattered.

In the eyes of the local people - the grand prize is not known how powerful it is, but Fang Likun and his mother entered the genealogy, it must be a major event with far-reaching influence.

Therefore, the local women rushed to tell each other, and they were all envious.

Fang Likun couldn't help but sigh. She remembered that when she was a child, she would watch boys of the same age go to worship their ancestors and go to the graves every Tomb-sweeping Day, but girls were never allowed to participate.

It was also because of this that Fang Dazhuang used the excuse of "breaking the incense", smashed the cans and smashed them, and never asked about the life and death of his wife and daughter.

Unexpectedly, Feng Shui turns around, and even the strongest tradition can be reversed when it meets strength.

When her eyes came into contact with Fang Dazhuang, she saw that he was cautious and accompanied him in every possible way: "Likun, you are thinner than last time I saw you. Do you not have a good rest? You are too busy to pay attention to your body."

She felt nauseous in her heart and just let out a faint oh.

"Likun, I brought you some gifts, you are so busy with work, you must take good care of your body."

It wasn't just a few presents—it was many presents—in a big box, and there was even a considerable jewelry set.

"Likun, what else do you like? Tell me what you like, and I will definitely buy it for you."

"Mr. Fang is kind, but Li Kun doesn't usually wear jewelry."

It was Mu Qiaozhi who answered for her.

Fang Dazhuang has always been enthusiastic and courteous, eager for his daughter to call him and greet him on such an occasion, even if he took the initiative to say a word, he would be satisfied... After all, this can show his pride as a father.

However, from the beginning to the end, she didn't call him a word!He didn't answer his words at all.

In the end, he himself was no longer interested, resentful, just drinking and eating vegetables to cover up his embarrassment.

For the uncles, Fang Likun naturally didn't have any perfunctory.

Except for the old patriarch, she basically didn't talk to anyone.

No matter how they flattered or flattered her, she didn't feel the slightest touch in her heart.