Yuan Lan didn't mind at all, because she didn't think deeply about her relationship with Ma Xiaohu (Ma Xiaoquan) at all. Moreover, she was still in love with Wei Dajun, although Wei Dajun left her running in Zhongshan Park last time.
, but later Wei Dajun also apologized to her many times.
Yuan Lan is not a stingy person. Although Wei Dajun is a bit arrogant, he is not bad in nature and is practical in his work. The old Wei family is also a family friend of the old Yuan family. They grew up together, so
They were childhood sweethearts, so Yuan Lan forgave Wei Dajun.
"Aunt Hong, it's okay, but I can see that Sister Lanlan seems to like Xiaohu very much, right?"
Aunt Hong laughed and said without hiding it: "There is no one left in Xiaohu's Nanfang family. He is your distant cousin, Uncle Zhao, who came to join us, so he and Lan Lan have a good brother-sister relationship."
Aunt Hong did not deny Yuan Lan's words, but her answer also did not admit Zhao Minglan's affection for Ma Xiaohu (Ma Xiaoquan). As a mother, she has the responsibility to protect her daughter. Moreover, she is also worried about what to do if her daughter is really passionate about Ma Xiaoquan.
, after all, his daughter is three years older than Ma Xiaohu. Although Ma Xiaohu is good, he does not have a serious job...
Yuan Lan didn't understand the meaning of Aunt Hong's words. She just hummed and said with a smile: "Aunt Hong, I'll go back then. I've finished shopping for groceries and I have to go back and cook for my dad.
"
Aunt Hong hummed and watched Yuan Lan go away.
...
Ma Xiaoquan was almost pinched by Zhao Minglan when he went home. Along the way, he asked Zhao Minglan for an explanation, but Zhao Minglan didn't give him an explanation at all. Instead, he pinched him harshly again and again, making him very helpless.
In fact, he could easily break away, but he did not do so because Ma Xiaoquan, who had experienced many things, suddenly realized that Zhao Minglan seemed to have feelings for him that he should not have.
Thinking of this, Ma Xiaoquan suddenly stopped moving.
Zhao Minglan was confused by Ma Xiaoquan's actions. She looked at Ma Xiaoquan with wide eyes, and the strength in her hands also became much lighter.
Ma Xiaoquan also looked at Zhao Minglan and asked: "Sister Lanlan, do you think my relationship with sister Yuan Lan is very good?"
Zhao Minglan wanted to say yes, but she said stiffly: "It's the second time you two meet today, how good can your relationship be?"
"Then do you think I like Sister Yuan Lan?"
Zhao Minglan did not answer.
"Do you like me?" Ma Xiaoquan suddenly asked Zhao Minglan.
Zhao Minglan was stunned, then shook his head and waved his hands in a panic: "I, how could I like you? You are three years younger than me, and you don't have a serious job..."
"Very good, it's fine if you don't like me~" Ma Xiaoquan defined, "As far as I know, Sister Yuan Lan has a person she is talking to, named Wei Dajun. I met him once before in Uncle Zhao's police station.
Although I have a bad mouth, I am still decent. I am from a rivet factory. You said that even if I like Sister Yuan Lan, how can I win someone's love? Besides, Sister Yuan Lan and I have nothing to do. We have only met two people at most.
It’s just a sideshow.”
When Zhao Minglan heard this, he felt inexplicably much better.
Ma Xiaoquan continued: "Also, you said you won't like me, that's great, because I may not have told you that I have someone I like."
Zhao Minglan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head to express disbelief.
"Didn't I say that I am not from this era?" Ma Xiaoquan reached out and knocked Zhao Minglan on the forehead, "In my era, I had a woman who I loved all my life."
Zhao Minglan was stunned. Although she wanted to refute, she suddenly felt that she had no reason to refute.
Although Ma Xiaohu told her that he came from the future, Zhao Minglan always felt that Ma Xiaohu was lying, because during the days she spent with Ma Xiaohu, she did not find anything extraordinary about him, so Zhao Minglan was very sure about Ma Xiaohu.
Xiaohu is just lying, he must be hiding something else.
At this moment, the door lock suddenly turned and made a clicking sound.
Ma Xiaoquan smiled slightly and said: "Okay, Sister Lanlan, I won't say any more. I'm going to cook. Aunt Hong is back."
Ma Xiaoquan put on an apron and started to put away the ingredients. Aunt Hong opened the door and came in. Seeing her daughter looking at Ma Xiaoquan's back blankly, she sighed and pulled her daughter into the house.
"Mom~~" Zhao Minglan suddenly felt aggrieved when she saw her mother. She flattened her mouth and wanted to cry.
Aunt Hong hugged her daughter and comforted her: "Lan Lan, you are all still young. Xiaohu is even younger than you. You still have a long way to go in the future. You don't have to choose him. Listen to mom and be good."
Review, when your dad gets the quotas sorted out and you go to college, there must be a boy you like in the school."
Zhao Minglan had tears in her eyes and nodded heavily.
Forty minutes later, Ma Xiaoquan prepared the meal and invited Aunt Hong and Zhao Minglan to eat.
The three of them gathered around the table. Zhao Minglan smelled the aroma of the food and praised it: "I didn't expect you to have such good skills, Xiaohu."
"That's right~~" Ma Xiaoquan smiled arrogantly, "I think back then, if nothing else, my cooking can't be said to be top-notch, but at least it can ensure that everyone can eat comfortably, hehe~"
Aunt Hong smiled slightly. She gently ordered a chopstick to taste the vegetables, and then nodded repeatedly, praising Ma Xiaoquan's cooking for not only looking good, but also tasting good.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and Uncle Zhao walked in with a sad look on his face. Seeing the food on the table, he asked: "What day is it today? Why did you cook so much?"
Aunt Hong said with a smile: "Xiaohu is the one who made the treat. It's just right, Lao Zhao, come and eat together."
Uncle Zhao hummed, moved a small stool and sat over, but his brows never relaxed.
Zhao Minglan asked: "Dad, is something wrong? Look at your frown."
Uncle Zhao sighed and said: "It's also a matter of your instructions. Mao Jianhua came back, and I went to find him. I also gave away the cigarettes and wine that I spent half a month's salary on, but the grandson refused to let go.
What if you insist on marrying his idiot son? What if this happens, my family’s affairs will be their family’s business from now on... Damn it, Mao Jianhua’s stupid grandson is really
It’s not a toy…”
Upon hearing this, Aunt Hong frowned slightly and asked, "You mean Lan Lan's target was not achieved?"
Uncle Zhao shook his head: "That's not entirely true. Although Mao Jianhua's coward son Mao Xiaoqiang works in our institute, it is not officially in the establishment. Because the inspections above are strict, his son may have to be transferred. Mao Jianhua means to arrange for a riveting job.
Work hard in the factory, and then find a way to transfer him back later. Mao Xiaoqiang is unwilling... Mao Jianhua said, if we can find someone to take over his son's job, Lan Lan can also talk about the quota, but the candidate
Only if he is satisfied, hey~~"
When Ma Xiaoquan heard this, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and volunteered: "Uncle Zhao, do you think I can do it?"
Uncle Zhao was stunned and raised his head to look at Ma Xiaoquan. He actually thought about asking Ma Xiaoquan for help on the way back, but he had already stayed at his own house and brought a bag of gold and silver jewelry. Logically speaking, it was already
There was no need for further trouble, so Uncle Zhao never thought about it deeply.
Now, Ma Xiaohu (Ma Xiaoquan) suddenly proposed to take over the job, and Uncle Zhao was a little confused for a while how to respond.
After a long time, Uncle Zhao asked: "Xiaohu, this is not a joke, you have to think about it seriously?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and said with a smile: "I have thought about it. I am so young and Sister Lanlan is studying at home to prepare for the exam. I can't just idle around every day, right? I have to find a job."
Seeing Ma Xiaoquan's sincere attitude, Uncle Zhao said embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry for you. I need your help with Lan Lan's matter."
"Uncle Zhao, what are you talking about? Sister Lanlan is my sister. Isn't it natural to help her~"
"Pa~~" Zhao Minglan suddenly raised his chopsticks and tapped Ma Xiaoquan's head lightly, and said angrily, "Who is your sister? When did I admit that I am your sister?"
Ma Xiaoquan covered his head and said: "You are older than me, why don't you be my sister?"
"Do..." Zhao Minglan almost said the word "object". If Aunt Hong hadn't pinched her, she would have dared to say it.
"As your sister, I will be your sister, but this brother of yours is too disobedient..." Zhao Minglan changed the topic and put a piece of meat into Ma Xiaoquan's bowl, "But if you are willing to help me, my sister is really worthy."
Thank you, come here, I’ll give you this piece of meat, it’s delicious~~”
Ma Xiaoquan felt helpless for a while, but still smiled and said thank you.
After the meal, Ma Xiaoquan suggested that Uncle Zhao take some gifts and go to Mao Jianhua's house. After all, he was definitely not the only one to go to Mao Jianhua's house for taking over his job. There must have been people who went to his house in the past two days thinking about taking over his job.
Quite a few, they have to take the first step, otherwise Zhao Minglan's academic indicators, let alone the indicators for being in the top class, will probably be gone.
Uncle Zhao thought it was feasible, so he took some money and took Ma Xiaoquan with him. Before going out, Ma Xiaoquan quickly went to his jewelry bag and took out a small box...
Uncle Zhao felt that he was well prepared, so he kept patting his chest and saying that this could be done. However, when he arrived at Mao Jianhua's house, he was told that he suddenly went to a meeting and would not be back for a while. Mrs. Mao was the only one at home.
With Mao Xiaoqiang, mother and son.
When Mao Xiaoqiang saw Uncle Zhao, he had a look of disdain on his face, and Mrs. Mao also had no good feelings towards Uncle Zhao.
Uncle Zhao held back his anger and said with an apologetic smile: "Sister Li, oh no, Mrs. Mao, Director Jianhua is not here. Please accept this gift for me."
Mrs. Mao's surname is Li. Because of Director Mao, everyone usually calls her Mrs. Mao. This woman is not bad looking, but her figure is really ugly, and her flesh is as round as a pear.
Mrs. Ma squinted her eyes and glanced at the gift brought by Uncle Zhao, snorted and said: "Okay, let's leave it. If you have nothing to do, you can go back first. When Lao Mao comes back, I will tell him