Dark husband, come to the bowl

"I didn't expect that you came out of the mountain." Chandman was surprised.

Liang Hao smiles and turns to look at Qian Manman: "yes, when I first walked out of the mountain, I was so tired that those people didn't look at me."

"Then you're too good to be the boss of a listed company. You're still in the media."

"This should be called opportunity. I came out of the mountains when I was 16 years old. I have worked as a construction site, a cook, a salesman and a dragon. Other people's life experience may not be as rich as mine for more than ten years." Speaking of the past, Liang Hao is still very emotional.

"How old are you?" Qian Manman is curious about Liang Hao for the first time. She thought Liang Hao was the same rich second generation as Nangong Junyu, but she didn't expect that.

"Guess what?"

"Not in your 40s?"

"You're too unprofessional, chamman." Liang Hao is dissatisfied.

"Guess what's the relationship between your age and professional ethics?"

"You don't even care about the age of your boss. It's so sad for me."

"Do I still want to know your ancestors for eighteen generations?" There are three black lines on chamman's forehead.

Liang Hao's hearty smile, he turned his head and looked at Qian Manman seriously: "I'm ten years older than you."

"Old man." Qian Manman blurted out and crossed her mind that she had said the same thing about Nangong Junyu at the beginning. She couldn't help blocking it in her heart.

"Old men are mature and have connotation. They know how to love women."

Liang Hao's answer is to let Qian Manman in the heart block flustered.

"Look, my house." Liang Hao is driving, but he can't take into account Qian Manman's every look. When he sees the roof of his house, he can't help making a sound.

Qian Manman took a deep breath and slowly calmed down. She looked for Liang Hao's direction. A small white house loomed in a bamboo forest, looking at the beautiful picture.

"Don't be nervous. My parents are very easygoing."

Qian Manman was not nervous, but Liang Hao said that, on the contrary, she was nervous. Thinking about Nangong Qingle, she has a shadow now.

When the car stopped steadily in front of Xiaoyang house, there were a lot of people waiting in front of it.

Looking at so many people present, Qian Manman was stunned. She turned her head and looked at Liang Hao.

"They are all villagers. My father is the head of this village. Maybe I'm generous, so I'm popular." Liang Hao smiles and asks Qian Manman to take a deep breath.