The wealthy family returns after chasing love

Zhang Deshuai and Jiang Meiqing returned to the dinner table. Jiang Meiqing's opinion of Zhang Deshuai changed. She felt that Zhang Deshuai was her true son. Not only did he have a good face, but he was not like other men. in love.

"Meiqing! You are really going to piss your mother off!" Yan Qi yelled at Jiang Meiqing.

"Okay! Auntie, I know I was wrong." Jiang Meiqing smiled and ran to Yan Qi's side to act like a spoiled child, and even acted like a spoiled child to her mother, Yan Jia.

Jiang Meiqing's small face was very pretty, with watery glasses, a small nose, long straight hair, she was very beautiful, and she knew how to act like a spoiled child, Yan Jia was relieved immediately, and the few of them continued to sit down and talk.

Jiang Meiqing re-dressed in the toilet and used her advantages to the extreme. Yan Jia could tell that Jiang Meiqing liked Zhang Deshuai. Indeed, everyone liked the handsome guy, but today's meeting was not entirely a blind date. An account of the past.

"Let's stop talking about anything else, let's get straight to the point, your father, that is, my younger brother, although he is not his biological child, but before your father passed away, we once said that we would continue this family relationship in other forms. "Yan Jia held the teacup and sipped the tea carefully.

Zhang Deshuai also knew what it meant. Ever since he grew up, his mother had told him that he had a fiancée, but he could choose to have it or not, but he didn't want to delay Jiang Meiqing, he was a gentleman. "Mrs. Jiang, I know about this matter. My main wish is to wish Jiang Meiqing happiness. She has the right to choose her own life, including her husband." After speaking, Zhang Deshuai stood up and bowed to the people present, "I bid farewell It's over, take your time." He simply wiped his mouth and left the room.

Jiang Meiqing was both happy and sad. She was happy because Zhang Deshuai respected her behavior, but she was a little sad because he did not choose to marry her.

"Sister Yan, Zhang Deshuai said that what you are most afraid of doesn't have to happen. We can let Jiang Meiqing marry a rich man."

"Yes, he brought it up first, it's better than us hurting him."

Jiang Meiqing felt a little headache when she heard what the two of them said. She likes Zhang Deshuai, and she also thinks he is her true son. She stood up and faced Yan Jia and Yan Qi, "No! I want to marry him Get married! He is the man our family needs, and he will open up a bigger market for our family! I believe he has the ability!"

Yan Jia was startled by Jiang Meiqing's words, "Meiqing! He didn't even go to college, so be sober!"

"I will prove it! He has this ability!" Jiang Meiqing's eyes were full of fire.

Zhang Deshuai left the hotel and took the bus to the village.

When Zhang Deshuai returned to the village, it was already dark. He was walking on the country road, and he walked to the temple in the village without knowing it. He looked up and saw a faint light in the temple. He didn't want to care about it at first, probably because a man in the village was arguing with his wife , There is no place to go, he just came to the temple, he shook his head, and was about to leave.

There was a smell of incense from the temple inside, and a voice called Zhang Deshuai's name. Zhang Deshuai was startled. He walked towards the temple and stood at the door, wondering whether he should enter or not.

The sound continued, Zhang Deshuai was a little angry, he wanted to know who was playing a prank, he pushed open the door, there was no one in the temple, a wishing tree in the temple was shaking, the sound was rustling, suddenly the wind picked up , a wishing red string fell down, Zhang Deshuai swallowed his saliva, picked up the red string, and it read: Give them a new future.

Zhang Deshuai carefully looked at the red rope. The words on it were very similar to A Niang's. Zhang Deshuai grabbed the red rope and looked around, wondering who was playing a prank. There was no one nearby. Suddenly, the wind picked up again, shaking The leaves rang again, and the lights in the temple were all extinguished. Zhang Deshuai squinted his eyes and saw the figure of an old woman next to the Buddha statue. Before he could see clearly, he passed out.

When Zhang Deshuai woke up, he was already lying on his bed. He felt very confused and had a headache. He didn't know whether he had dreamed or really experienced it. After breakfast, he ran to the temple to check again , the lock outside the gate was rusted, as if it had not been opened again, he was very puzzled, and shouted outside the temple, but no one responded.

The village party secretary who was passing by came over and said to him: "Oh! Xiaoshuai, why are you here? Your mother asked me to tell you to go to work. Don't waste time, go!"

Zhang Deshuai was dragged away by the village party secretary. He was always puzzled about what happened last night. He thought it was not a dream, but there was no sign that he had been here. As for how he got home last night, A Niang said that she After walking back at night, he went straight back to his room to sleep. He had no reflection on this at all. He had a headache thinking about it, so he simply gave up. He went back to his post and looked at the factory's bills for the past two days.