Nouveau riche love story

Shang Xiaochen's eyebrows could kill a fly, he stared coldly at Shang Jiujiu who was rubbing against Chen Jing'an's thigh, and said in a low voice, "Don't watch stupid TV dramas casually."

His harsh tone made the little girl involuntarily shrink back towards Chen Jingan's body, Shang Xiaochen's hand wanted to hug her even more, but because her face was not very gentle, it looked as if she was about to pull her out When Shang Jiujiu saw it, he stuck tightly behind Chen Jingan: "Big~"

Chen Jing'an originally wanted to help explain, but the girl's soft eyes, holding his thigh with pitiful vigor, made Chen Jing'an feel a sense of satisfaction from being trusted.

Shang Xiaochen froze, took a deep look at them, and pursed his mouth: "I'll do my work first, and I'll pick her up from the kindergarten." After finishing speaking, before the two of them had anything to say, they went to the entrance to change. He took off his shoes and went out the door.

The winter wind carried wet water droplets against the front door, making people who had just walked out of the warm environment shiver.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the subway entrance.

Four or five years ago, Zhang Song never imagined that he could buy a house in Q City. Now he has a three-bedroom, two-living school district house in Q City. The down payment is 60.00%. Mortgage is no pressure for him.

The young men in 28 have a car, a house and no partner. As they say in their hometown, their lives are as moist as those fried.

For Shang Xiaochen's shameless and unreasonable act of breaking into a room, robbing a refrigerator and occupying a sofa, Zhang Song had a hard time saying it.

Who made his work take such a quick and qualitative leap? It was this kid who entrusted him to him at the beginning. Now it is not so unacceptable to be squeezed and ravaged occasionally.

"Today is the weekend, don't you need to stay at home with the girl?"

Shang Xiaochen was paralyzed on the sofa of Zhang Song's house without any image, "He's at Chen Jing'an's house."

Zhang Song sat on the soft cushion beside him holding his mobile phone, raised his head and asked, "How are you getting along?"

Shang Xiaochen snorted coldly: "Hehe, I've worked hard all these years for nothing, and I've only met each other a few times. I've defected to the enemy's camp without a conscience."

"Tsk tsk, look at the seven dissatisfied and eight dissatisfied faces of you now. You can't say that. Even if it's a defection, you can't think about the good. This is helping you break into the enemy's interior."

"Should I use her to punch in?" Shang Xiaochen took two bites of ham sausage, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

Zhang Song yawned and said, "You were playing hard to get, why are you angry now?"

The person paralyzed there was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and the whole person exploded like a thorn: "What is playing hard to get? Who is playing hard to get! I'm here to retaliate!"

Zhang Song squeezed out a helpless look and followed his expression, "Okay, okay, revenge, revenge. No, you have nothing to retaliate. They didn't do much harm to your family at the beginning." He said, seeing Shang Xiao With an expression about to bite someone, Chen quickly stopped talking, dragged his slippers and walked into the kitchen: "Are you eating here at noon?"

"eat!"

"What to eat?"

Shang Xiaochen lazily said: "Get something good, you can't just get me away with something."

"Fried potato slices?"

"Damn, is your fried potato shreds a good dish?"

Zhang Song didn't look up and scraped the potatoes: "You are at home, your father won't give you something to eat, or Chen Jing'an won't give you something to eat? Even if I make you a full banquet, you don't think it's good!"

"Whether I think it's good or not is my problem. Whether you can make it right or not is a matter of your attitude towards your brother."

"Come on, big brother, I can cook for you, which is the highest courtesy for a guest at my house. Who else has this kind of treatment?"

"All right, all right," the man lying on the sofa waved his hand.

A familiar smell wafted into Shang Xiaochen's nose before he got up from the sofa and sat down on the dining table.

A plate of potato shreds, two big steamed buns, and two bowls of boiled water, this is the lunch for the two of them today.

In a trance, it seems that I have returned to the time when the poor lived on their fingers. In fact, it has not been too long. The two of them are crowded in that small room, and they are stuck in the last meal every day. Can I earn money today? I am in a panic about whether I can make money tomorrow.

If Shang Xiaochen hadn't been found by the Shang family, what would the two of them be like now?

No one can say for sure, in short, probably there is no such affluent life as it is now.

"Your shredded potatoes are still cut like bench legs."

"You can do it, why don't you do it?"

"Forget that I didn't say it."

In the afternoon after dinner, lying on the bed without thinking or doing anything, basking in the afternoon sun, swiping your phone, and passing the time casually, this little day is really beautiful.

Zhang Song looked at the time very calmly, and when it was 05:30, the old man couldn't sit still, changing his posture for a while, and he couldn't sit still.

Looking at Shang Xiaochen's unpromising appearance, he doesn't seem to be able to outplay Chen Jing'an, and he doesn't know what he is trying to do.

"Hey, I have to go and see, Jiujiu hasn't left me to sleep with me at night."

The person lying on the bed in a strange posture waved his hands and said, "Don't explain, just go out and help me take out the trash."

Shang Xiaochen packed up the garbage in the living room, the garbage in the bathroom, and the garbage in the kitchen. He was carrying three big bags, put his mobile phone in his pocket, zipped up his jacket, and went out.

He can't really be angry with a child all the time. Although Chen Jing'an is Jiujiu's real father, he will not harm her, but his daughter has never been left by him so casually. Think about it this morning When I went out, I was really impulsive.

Go and see, just go and see, if Jiujiu doesn't cry or make trouble, he will go directly to Shang's house.

Shang Xiaochen's heart was pounding, and he took the subway for six or seven stops to Chen Jing'an's house. After knocking on the door, he was overwhelmed by the aroma of the food after opening the door.

Hmm, it tastes like fish-flavored eggplant and braised pork.

"Daddy, you're back~" The little man was sitting on a small bench wearing a furry bear suit, soaking his feet in a small pink basin with grape cakes in his arms.

Chen Jing'an let the person in, turned around and handed a cup of hot grapefruit tea to the person who had just braved the cold wind.

The sweet and fragrant smell rushes to the bottom of the nose, and Shang Xiaochen's tongue is a little knotted: "I... I just came to see if she made trouble."

"Daddy eats crispy crisps, it's very sweet~" Shang Jiujiu said to Shang Xiaochen, holding up her short arms.

Seeing how caring his daughter was, Shang Xiaochen crouched down holding the cup of honey grapefruit tea, and rubbed Jiujiu's head.

The one-piece bear hat fell off, revealing two neat braids inside.

"Dad, Jiujiu is having a snowball fight today~"