I donated 100 million at the beginning

But for a person like Hu Yibao who has a family business, in addition to letting himself experience what it feels like to win the first prize.

That's it!

"Oh, I also feel quite similar." Wang Ping's expression was also normal.

""

A plate of dumplings is finished.

Watched by Hu Yibao, he took the plate and went back.

Listening to the closed door upstairs, Hu Yibao hesitated for a moment, but still opened his elevated hearing through the system.

Within ten meters, any wind and grass, can be well known.

Upstairs also soon heard the conversation between Yang Tian and Wang Ping's husband and wife.

Yang Tian: "Aren't you in a hurry to go like this?"

Wang Ping: "What's the rush? My daughter is not the kind of person who can't do anything."

Yang Tian: "How did Hu Yibao reply?"

Wang Ping: "I'm very satisfied with our daughter. When she turns [-], call him over for a meal and let the two of them meet."

"Hey." Yang Tian sighed, "Will this be too fast!?"

The daughter is the father's little padded jacket.

Yang Tian was a little bit reluctant.

Wang Ping: "Is this fast?"

"Yang Tian! When I married you, I just met and got the certificate the next day."

"Also, my daughter is not too young now. She is 22 now and 23 during Chinese New Year. In our time, we would have children."

"What's more, my daughter doesn't even have a boyfriend now, and now she's young, and it takes more than a year to fall in love before she gets married, gets a certificate, and has a baby."

"Everything is going well. It will take two years before you hold your grandson."

"As parents, we must take precautions for our children."

"What's more, Hu Yibao's child is also very good in terms of personality and so on. After passing this village, there will be no such shop."

Yang Tian: "Okay, then I'll leave everything to you. I'll watch TV for a while."

Wang Ping: "I'll go talk to my daughter."

Soon.

The voices of Wang Ping and Yang Mier rang in Hu Yibao's ears.

"Mom, is something wrong?"

Wang Ping: "Go shopping with me tomorrow to buy clothes."

"It's almost Chinese New Year, and you don't know how to buy two new clothes."

"Got it, Mom!"

After Wang Ping left.

"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white flowers"

Hu Yibao heard Yang Mier's crisp singing.

"It's actually me singing my blue and white porcelain."

"The singing is pretty good."

Hu Yibao shook his head with a chuckle, and with the help of the system, he turned off his enhanced hearing.

The surroundings instantly returned to silence.

Go back to the bedroom, pick up the lyrics book next to the bed, and open the third page.

Today's new song has been refreshed.

Jiangnan

"The wind is sticky here

粘住 过 客 的 思念

The rain is tangled up here

haunting us nostalgic for the world

You are by my side

Fate is written on the Sansheng Stone

love is one ten thousandth sweet

宁愿 我 就 葬 在 一 点

圈圈 圆圆圈圈

every day every day me

look deeply at your face

angry tenderness"

Another Chinese style song.

Hu Yibao hummed along with the score.

Although not as amazing as Dongfeng Po and Blue and White Porcelain, it is still quite excellent.

Chapter 20 5000 million a song

After humming a few times.

Only then did Hu Yibao turn on the phone.

"Drip drip!!"