I really don't want to be reborn

Chen Hansheng looked at Wang Zibo: "You are already 20 years old, and you still need your brother to sleep with you. You should also exercise and sleep alone."

"Get out, I've already slept alone!"

Wang Zibo was dissatisfied with Chen Hansheng's nonsense, and discussed: "I want to ask, how much money should I leave for my mother-in-law?"

"You don't need to stay this year, you have already bought Melatonin."

Chen Hansheng waved his hand and said.

Wang Zibo was not happy: "I know they are not short of money, but this is my wish."

"You really don't need to."

Chen Hansheng refused while packing his luggage.

"No, I'm ready, but the amount is hard to determine."

Wang Zibo also has his own ideas.

Chen Hansheng couldn't help it: "How much money do you have on you now?"

"It turned out that the salary plus bonus was about 1, but I bought a mobile phone for Huang Hui, some clothes for myself, and an air ticket..."

There is no need for Wang Zibo to lie in front of Chen Hansheng: "There are still more than 6000."

"Go back to Aunt Lu."

Chen Hansheng continued to pack his luggage.

Wang Zibo wanted to say something, but Chen Hansheng said directly: "I opened a milk tea shop, and Shen Youchu is the big boss."

"Although she continued to open an account in my name, the money is still at her disposal. I don't know the specific profit, but Hu Linyu, who is usually in charge, took 8000 yuan at the end of the year. Will Shen Youchu be worse?"

"so much?"

Wang Zibo was a little surprised, and he quickly defended Xiao Rongyu: "You don't even give Xiao Yuer such benefits."

"How did you know I didn't?"

Chen Hansheng asked back: "Xiao Yu'er's personality is completely different from Shen Youchu's, and their definitions of happiness are also different, so how can we generalize."

"Furthermore, they and I are just classmates in high school and college, and we just drink tea."

Chen Hansheng packed his bags and went straight out for breakfast.

Wang Zibo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help cursing: "Fart, are you two classmates? You are a greedy person!"

"Tui, scumbag!"

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Chapter 335 Which surname is it?

When Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo went back, in addition to Shen Youchu and Aning, yesterday's groom also brought his bride to see him off, and he also carried souvenirs in his hand.

Chen Hansheng shook hands and hugged with a smile, and accepted the souvenirs without refusing, but he didn't leave a word of promise to him.

Looking at the four people standing at the entrance of the alley in a daze, Wang Zibo thought that Shen Youchu and Xiao Aning had a reason to wait there, and it was unnecessary for the young bride and groom, because Chen Hansheng didn't even bother to ask for their names.

"Why is Xiao Chen's heart so hard?"

Wang Zibo thought silently in his heart.

The two changed cars all the way to Rongcheng. This time, even Wang Zibo took the initiative to buy gifts for Lu Yuzhen. He returned a day late, and bringing some gifts might save him from being scolded.

"Old Chen can't ignore it either."

Chen Hansheng remembered that he still had his father, so he smacked his lips and bought another four packs of cigarettes, all of which were local cigarettes from Sichuan and Chongqing, such as Jiaozi and Yuxi.

Wang Zibo saw it and bought four of them.

Chen Hansheng was worried that the cigarettes were fake, so he thought for a while and said to Wang Zibo, "Zibo, tear up your father and let me smoke it, so as not to buy fake cigarettes."

"Fuck! What do you mean tearing up my dad?"

Wang Zibo said dissatisfiedly: "Can't you finish the sentence, tear up the cigarette given to my dad and taste one."

"One meaning, why are you so picky about words."

"No! If you want to smoke, you can smoke your own."

"Look at how petty you are."

"My pleasure."

The two complained to each other about boarding the plane back to Hong Kong, and they arrived at their hometown after only a short sleep. Standing in front of the familiar Hualian shopping mall, Wang Zibo felt as if he was dreaming.

In Sichuan and Chongqing, thousands of kilometers away in the morning, petting dogs and big cats, teasing little Aning, and now I have returned to my hometown in the evening.

If it wasn't for the cool wind, Wang Zibo always thought he was in a dream.

"What are you dazed for?"

Chen Hansheng waved for a taxi: "Take a taxi and go home yourself. Don't look for me these two days. I'm not at home."

"Oh, oh."

Wang Zibo waved goodbye in confusion, took out a cigarette and smoked it "clack-clack". He felt that this year passed too fast, but thinking about it, the rewards were quite big.

"I have a girlfriend, I have money, I can buy gifts for my parents, and I didn't fail the exam."

Wang Zibo looked down at the big and small bags: "At least it's a good harvest year."

......

Chen Hansheng didn't feel so much, and trot all the way back home, Chen Zhaojun was sitting on the sofa watching sports programs.

Lao Chen didn't turn on the light, only the light of the color TV was flickering in the living room.

"Why don't you always turn on the lights?"

The first thing Chen Hansheng did when he returned home was to change his slippers, and then he turned on the light with a "click". The first sentence he said was not a greeting, but a "painful blame".

"Old Chen, do you need this electricity bill at home? Don't ask me to give you reading glasses in the future!"

"Turn off the lights and look comfortable."

Chen Zhaojun replied, silently looking at his son.

In fact, Chen Hansheng missed Lao Chen very much. After all, the last time we met was in November. However, he also developed such a habit. He put down his luggage and walked around from the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom, and found that Liang Meijuan was not there. Here comes a famous saying.

"Dad, what about my mom?"

Old Chen didn't take it seriously either: "I know you're coming back today, and she went out to buy groceries, maybe she ran into a colleague or neighbor chatting."

Chen Hansheng curled his lips: "My son doesn't pay much attention when he comes home."

Seeing that Chen Hansheng was going back to the bedroom to sleep, Chen Zhaojun called him: "Come here, I have something to ask you."

Old Chen's face was rare and serious, Chen Hansheng thought for a while and took the cigarette over first: "Dad, I respect you."

"Oh."

Old Chen took it over and looked at it, then put the cigarette on the coffee table casually, waiting for his son to come out after washing cucumbers in the kitchen.

"It's so cold, you insist on eating these raw and cold melons and fruits."

Although Lao Chen had something to discuss, seeing Chen Hansheng eating raw cucumbers like this, he was still worried that he would spoil his stomach.

"Just cool."

Chen Hansheng sat down on the sofa, put his wet hands on Lao Chen's shoulders, stared at the women's volleyball match on TV, chewed a cucumber and said, "Call me for anything."

In fact, Chen Zhaojun is very pleased with his son's attitude. Liang Meijuan is a strict mother at home, and it is not suitable for him to pull a face. Therefore, Chen Hansheng was not afraid of Lao Chen since he was a child, but very afraid of Liang Meijuan.

"How much money have you made this year?"

Lao Chen works in a government agency, so he usually doesn't directly ask about privacy, but this is his own son, so there is no hindrance.

"It's more than 80 yuan. It was originally more than 90 yuan. The bonuses were scattered a bit, and another employee was given a car worth 20 yuan."

Chen Hansheng would not lie to his father about money, he never thought about what Lao Chen asked him for, anyway, his own money was his parents' money.

"so much?"

Old Chen was a little surprised.

"Well, maybe more next year."

Chen Hansheng didn't have a decent sitting posture while watching TV at home. He took off his shoes and put them on the coffee table, "ding ding ding" and touched some things.

Chen Zhaojun reminded: "Your mother just bought the bracelet, don't touch it, or you will curse again."

Chen Hansheng picked it up and looked at it: "This is obviously made of scraps left over from making jadeware. It means that I will go to the jewelry store to buy a real one for her. I am so petty."

"None of that matter."

Chen Zhaojun looked at his son and asked, "Are you sending Xiao Shen home again?"

"Ah."

Chen Hansheng nodded and admitted, Liang Meijuan knew about it.

"That's what I want to talk to you about."

Chen Zhaojun sighed: "I am optimistic about the daughter of the old Xiao family. This girl is beautiful, tall, polite, and has good academic performance. I saw your mother and me on the street two days ago and insisted on buying us a set." The most important thing about down jackets is that our two families know everything about it.”

Chen Hansheng stopped talking and listened quietly.

"However."

Chen Zhaojun shook his head: "Your mother likes Shen Youchu more, of course she has her own reasons, of course I like Xiao Shen too, it's your attitude now."

"If you choose Xiao Shen, then we will make it clear to Lao Xiao early on, so that the two families will not become enemies; if you choose Xiao Xiao, then we should make a clean break with Xiao Shen as soon as possible."

Chen Zhaojun issued an ultimatum: "So, you must come up with a result."

How could Chen Hansheng choose? He said impatiently: "Dad, it's not a bad thing if you have time to go to the Hong Kong Academy of Fine Arts to write some calligraphy. This is my own private matter, and I can handle it well."

"Then what are you going to do with it?"

"Let me think about it."

"Can you make up your mind a year ago?"

"I'm sleepy, Dad, I'll go back to sleep first."

Chen Hansheng wanted to run away again, but Lao Chen had no choice but to change his way in the end: "Then tell me first, who do you like, so that when I meet Lao Xiao in the future, I will know what attitude to use to deal with it."

Chen Hansheng thought that if he didn't give an answer today, it seemed impossible, so he dipped his fingers in water and wrote a surname on the mahogany coffee table.

Unexpectedly, after Lao Chen finished reading, this middle-aged and elderly man with no temper patted the coffee table angrily.

Just hearing a "ding", one of the bracelets Liang Meijuan bought broke immediately.

"I rely on."

Chen Hansheng was startled, and quickly moved away from the scene of the accident: "Dad, you broke it, it has nothing to do with me."

Seeing Chen Hansheng running back to the bedroom to sleep, Old Chen looked at the two bracelets with a worried expression.

After Chen Hansheng returned to the bedroom, he looked here and there. Because of staying up late last night and traveling today, he really fell on the bed and squinted for a while.

When he was half asleep and half awake, he heard someone talking in the living room, and the familiar footsteps. It was Empress Dowager Liang who had returned. Chen Hansheng quickly got up and went to pay his respects.

As a result, before Chen Hansheng opened the bedroom door, he heard Lao Chen explaining the two-piece bracelet.

"If it's broken, it's broken. Han Sheng finally went home. He was not careful, and the left and right are not very expensive. Why don't you just pretend that this didn't happen, and don't burden the child... .”

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Chapter 336 The Little Joy of the Family

Seeing Lao Chen dumping the bracelet on him, Chen Hansheng couldn't help but roll his eyes. He just came home from a holiday.

Chen Hansheng opened the bedroom door with a "creak", and Liang Meijuan was very happy to see her son: "Ah, you're back?"

"Mom, that bracelet..."

"It's okay, that bracelet is not worth much, I bought it at the night market at a cheap price."