As soon as Mao Jianhua was mentioned, Uncle Zhao became angry inexplicably. He frowned and said to Aunt Hong: "What do you know? Of course I know what Mao Jianhua's grandson has in mind. He is thinking about our Lan Lan."
How could I possibly agree to marry his careless son?"
"But..." Aunt Hong wanted to say more with her eyes red.
"No but~~" Uncle Zhao said resolutely, "Although my Zhao Shanhe's daughter is not a lady of the family, nor can she be regarded as a beautiful girl from a small family, my daughter Zhao Shanhe's love must be her own will."
"Dad~~" Zhao Minglan suddenly hugged Uncle Zhao's neck and kissed him hard on his old face, "My dad is the best dad in the world. Mom, our family is a little small.
But no one in our family asks for anything. If I become successful in the future, and if anyone comes to me for a relationship, I will beat them all out with a stick, hehe..."
Aunt Hong looked at Zhao Minglan with a look of helplessness, but then her eyes revealed deep love.
"Well, Lan Lan is right, but Lao Zhao, you have to find a way to get Lan Lan's school quota this time. I can ignore everything else, but you must pay attention to Lan Lan.
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Although Uncle Zhao responded, Ma Xiaoquan on the side could hear the unwillingness and helplessness in his tone.
Ma Xiaoquan didn't ask any more questions. He thought he would find time to ask Uncle Zhao later to see if he could be of any help.
Late at night, Ma Xiaoquan couldn't hold back his urine, so he wanted to go to the toilet in the dark. He opened his eyes and vaguely saw a figure in the moonlight.
"No way?" Ma Xiaoquan was shocked, thinking that there are still thieves in this era? Forget it, no matter what, we can't let Uncle Zhao's family suffer losses.
Thinking of this, Ma Xiaoquan tiptoed behind the black shadow. Suddenly, he pounced and threw the black shadow to the ground. Before the black shadow could react, Ma Xiaoquan grabbed it with both hands.
With this grasp, he clearly felt two soft masses, which frightened him and instinctively retracted his hand.
The black shadow seemed to feel threatened, but through the moonlight, the black shadow could see Ma Xiaoquan's face clearly, and before he could react, the black shadow hugged Ma Xiaoquan's neck.
A faint breath of youth spread across the room, along with the breath of a twenty-year-old girl, which made Ma Xiaoquan a little intoxicated.
He guessed that the person hugging him was none other than Zhao Minglan.
"Shh, don't make a sound!" Zhao Minglan suddenly whispered in Ma Xiaoquan's ear.
Ma Xiaoquan was very obedient and said nothing.
Zhao Minglan stood up from Ma Xiaoquan, and then tiptoed towards the clothes hanging rail.
In the darkness, Ma Xiaoquan couldn't see what Zhao Minglan was going to do. He thought Zhao Minglan wanted to get some money from his father's pocket, so he didn't pay attention anymore.
Maybe it was because it was the first time Zhao Minglan had done something like this, so she was inevitably nervous. Although she was very careful, when she took out the thing, she misjudged the size of the thing, so she only heard a snapping sound.
It slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground.
Zhao Minglan's heart suddenly rose to his throat. Ma Xiaoquan also stared at the place where he fell. With the moonlight coming from the window, Ma Xiaoquan saw that thing, which was the MP3 that Uncle Zhao had borrowed from him but never returned.
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Ma Xiaoquan has quick eyes and quick hands. Taking advantage of the moment when Zhao Minglan was in a daze, he made a small pounce and took the mp3 into his hand.
Zhao Minglan came to her senses and looked at Ma Xiaoquan, but she did not dare to shout for fear that her father would wake up.
After holding his breath and hearing his father's snoring, Zhao Minglan tiptoed up to Ma Xiaoquan.
"Give it to me!" Zhao Minglan whispered.
Ma Xiaoquan curled his lips and said: "No way, you are obviously stealing, I want to tell Uncle Zhao."
"You, give it to me~ Why don't you want to be the one who steals it, and then I tell my dad?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled: "How is that possible? This thing is mine."
"Yours?" Zhao Minglan was stunned. She didn't believe it at first, but when she saw the pile of gold and silver jewelry that Ma Xiaohu took out from his backpack today, she had to doubt that it might really be his.
"Come here~" Zhao Minglan grabbed Ma Xiaoquan and said, "Come into my room."
Ma Xiaoquan resisted instinctively, but Zhao Minglan approached him and said, "If you don't come in obediently, I will tell my dad that you touched my breasts."
"Fuck~~" Ma Xiaoquan cursed in his heart, thinking that this girl is really a ghost.
In desperation, he could only follow Zhao Minglan and tiptoe into her boudoir.
Zhao Minglan's boudoir was not big, only less than five square meters, but she decorated it very warmly.
The whole room is lavender and exudes the faint fragrance of orchids, which makes people feel very relaxed and happy. Unfortunately, in this era, few people install incandescent lamps. Everyone has a light bulb with one water, and they all have yellow light.
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The yellow light bulb diluted the purple atmosphere in the boudoir, but it still gave Ma Xiaoquan a very comfortable feeling.
Zhao Minglan closed the door gently, and then poured an iron jar of boiling water for Ma Xiaoquan.
"Tell me, where did you get this thing?" Zhao Minglan stood with her arms folded and looked at Ma Xiaoquan. Her movement clearly showed off her beautiful figure.
But this girl seems to be very nervous. I don't know if she thinks Ma Xiaoquan is a seventeen-year-old little brother or something else. She doesn't seem to mind anything wrong with her actions.
Ma Xiaoquan picked up the iron vat and took a sip of water. The boiling water in the vat scalded his tongue, which quickly distracted him and calmed him down.
After thinking about it, Ma Xiaoquan decided to take a risk.
"If I said that I am a person who came here from the future, would you believe it?" Ma Xiaoquan suddenly asked.
Zhao Minglan was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Don't be ridiculous, if you are someone from the future, then I will be an immortal who came down from the heavenly palace."
Ma Xiaoquan knew that Zhao Minglan didn't believe him, so he laughed and took out the mp3: "I should be the only one who can use this!"
Zhao Minglan pouted: "Stop bragging, show me what you have the ability to do."
Ma Xiaoquan took out a cord with a plug from his pocket, plugged the other end into the MP3 player, and asked Zhao Minglan: "Where is the place to plug in the plug?"
Zhao Minglan frowned slightly, pointed to a small hole on the bedside and said: "Where, but it seems to be broken, my dad never fixed it."
Ma Xiaoquan stepped forward, squatted down, and using the light of the light bulb, reached out and pulled out the wires from the small hole.
"Be careful, there is electricity~" Zhao Minglan reminded.
Ma Xiaoquan also knew that there was electricity, but he knew some electrical work. He had just observed that the wire in the small hole was just in poor contact, and the insulated wire on it was still well wrapped. It seemed that the wire was not broken, so he dared to pick it up.
Wire.
After a while, after finishing processing the wires in the small hole, Ma Xiaoquan tried to close the cover of the bolt lying on the ground. Only in this way can the bolt be plugged into the power supply.
After buckling it, Ma Xiaoquan inserted the mp3 into the latch cover.
"Beep~~" The MP3's LCD screen suddenly lights up, and the charging symbol begins to flash.
Zhao Minglan's eyes widened, she came over, got close to Ma Xiaoquan, and exhaled like blue.
Feeling her youthful aura again, Ma Xiaoquan was clearly unable to hold on. He pushed Zhao Minglan and said, "Sit down first. I'll tell you when it's done."
Zhao Minglan hummed like a well-behaved daughter-in-law, and then sat obediently on her little bed.
After charging for about five minutes, Ma Xiaoquan unplugged the MP3 charging plug and put it away.
"Come here~~" Ma Xiaoquan waved to Zhao Minglan, and then took out a pair of headphones from his pocket.
Zhao Minglan's eyes widened even more when she saw the earphones. Before she could react, Ma Xiaoquan inserted the earphones into her ears.
Zhao Minglan wanted to struggle, but the curiosity in her heart told her not to struggle. Facing Ma Xiaoquan, Zhao Minglan began to pant nervously, and her chest rose and fell sharply.
Ma Xiaoquan didn't notice Zhao Minglan's change. He simply picked a song and clicked the play button.
As soon as the sound rang out, Zhao Minglan finally couldn't help but scream.
This scream woke up Uncle Zhao.
Zhao Minglan turned around subconsciously and looked around. The room was empty, and Ma Xiaohu had disappeared without knowing it.
Uncle Zhao and Aunt Hong walked into Zhao Minglan's boudoir, looked at her with surprise, and asked: "Lan Lan, what's wrong with you?"
At this time, Ma Xiaoquan also rubbed his eyes and poked his head out, as if he was awakened from a deep sleep.
"Sister Lanlan, what's wrong with you?" Ma Xiaoquan asked.
Zhao Minglan's eyes widened. She couldn't believe that in just one reaction time, Ma Xiaohu was already outside. She looked around and found that the strange thing was gone.
"Lan Lan, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Minglan glared at Ma Xiaoquan and said, "Dad, a bug scared me to death."
Uncle Zhao chuckled: "It turns out to be a bug, but you are a twenty-year-old girl. Next time there is a bug, just use the sole of your slipper to kill it." With that, Uncle Zhao took Aunt Hong back to the room to continue sleeping.
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After staring for about a quarter of an hour, Uncle Zhao's snoring sounded again, and then Zhao Minglan secretly walked out of the boudoir.
Through the moonlight through the window, Zhao Minglan saw Ma Xiaoquan lying on the floor. He bit his teeth gently, pounced, and then sat down.
Although Ma Xiaoquan had already reacted, he was wary of the movement after all, so he hesitated. With this hesitation, Zhao Minglan had already sat firmly on his stomach.
She leaned down and said to Ma Xiaoquan: "I believe you now, but you must explain it clearly to me, otherwise I will still say the same thing, you touched my breasts. With the two of us like this now, as long as I shout, even if you have
Even if you open a hundred mouths, my parents will never believe you again."
Ma Xiaoquan's heart suddenly jumped with ten thousand grass and mud horses. He had no choice but to raise his hands to express surrender.
After the two of them returned to Zhao Minglan's boudoir, Zhao Minglan turned off the light bulb this time.
