An Xiangrong glanced at He Xiaoyu, so he said to his father in embarrassment: "Dad ... you, don't ask so much! This medicinal material, let's buy it."
As soon as An Father heard this, he almost didn't get angry, staring at his son fiercely, drinking, "Stink boy, what do you say?! Our money was scraped by the wind?"
Seeing the scene in front of me, He Jian's famous eyes turned.
Listening to this peaceful tone, it seemed to have seen that there was a problem with the medicinal materials, but he was still willing to say nothing and eat this dumb loss.
It seems ...
This kid is to please his daughter at ease!
Thinking of this, He Jian's name "Hey" smiled, and then his expression of confident expression, stepped forward and said, "Mr. An, I see your son is not young, should you have thirty?"
This sudden problem made An Xiangrong's father and son froze.
"Mr. He, this has nothing to do with the abandoned medicinal materials you took, right?" An Father glanced at He Jianming, hummed coldly, and stood with his hand.
"Hehe." He Jianming's eyes turned around and laughed: "Mr. An, you see that your son is all at this age, and there is no woman around you. I want me to say that a man is a home.
I feel the responsibility on my shoulder, and I will really mature. "
Father An was slightly froze.
Although He Jian was tipped in the west, it really said that he was in his heart.
Over the years, he and his wife did break his heart for his son's lifelong event.
But this is not the filial son, what you say, you do n’t want to see it, you do n’t want to.
Aware of the worried expression on An Father's face, He Jian's eyes flashed a brilliant light.
He continued proudly: "Mr. An, do you understand now? I am not a pit for your son, but a chance to give your son!"
He Jianming looked at the words of Zhen Zhen, glanced at peace, and said with some pointing: "We don't think your son is older, you don't know how to lift it up."
After hearing the words, An Xiangrong flashed a touch of inferiority.
At this moment, the appreciation and love of He Xiaoyu in his heart made him subconsciously feel that he could not match each other.
An Xiangrong quickly got up, poured a cup of tea for He Jianming, and then carefully walked to his father, and said nervously: "Dad ... me, me ..."
After listening to He Jianming, look at An Xiangrong's slightly red ears, where will Anfu not know the son's mind.
"Well, Xiang Rong, Dad knows it! Well, you child!" Father An's tone softened.
For so many years, his son finally met a favorite girl, and he was also happy. He was also happy.
However, the father's father's "robbery while the fire" was really unhappy!
He Jianming pushed the glasses box. Although the tone was bland, it was full of a significant meaning: "Our family is still a college student, it looks beautiful, and the rules of tutoring are good.
Team! "
"Little language ..." An Xiangrong tightened, and quickly looked up at He Xiaoyu, as if she was afraid that she would be chased by other men in the next second.
"Xiang Rong, this is just hundreds of thousands of small businesses. You still care about it here. I think you don't like small words so much." He Jianming said very shamelessly.
"No, no! Uncle, I ... I am sincere about Xiaoyou!" An Xiangrong flushed.
Father An looked at his son's humble appearance, and he didn't have a taste in his heart. He immediately patted the table and drank: "Xiang Rong, what do you look like! There are more good women in the world!"
"Dad! Don't say it!"
An Xiangrong turned sharply, and roared at his father at a normal state: "I ... I will recognize the little language! I will not marry in my life!" This chapter has been completed!