Rich lady, please go away, I am rich

Zhen Qiang didn't intend to disclose her relationship with Ye Zimei immediately, but she should have more contact with her father.

"Dad, don't be busy, you rest and rest, I'll come." Zhen Qiang grabbed the bowl and chopsticks and was about to wash the dishes.

"Don't, don't, you haven't been at home these years, so I came here. Besides, now that you are a person with status, how can you do these things!"

Father Zhen still wanted to insist, but was stopped by Zhen Qiang, "Dad, I will become the richest man in the world one day, so that's your son too!"

"Haha, then invite the richest man in the world to accompany me for a drink or two." Father Zhen smiled happily, "Just now I was patronizing the guests, and your stomach is still empty, I left something good for you."

After Zhen's father finished speaking, he brought out a few dishes of side dishes from under the cupboard.

Zhen Qiang was amused when he saw it, "Dad, you are too narrow-minded, why didn't you take it out when people were eating noodles just now?"

"Nonsense, there is not much of this stuff, they ate it, what are you eating?"

What Father Zhen brought out was nothing good, just a few small pickles that he had pickled.

But these few things were kept by Zhen's father as treasure, and could only be eaten by his son.

In the past when the family's finances were the most difficult, Zhen's father often made pickles for Zhen Qiang in different ways so that he could eat.

Although the economic conditions are much better now, it is difficult to change the taste that Zhen Qiang has cultivated since he was a child.

The father and son guarded five or six plates of pickles and poured three glasses of wine on the table, as if they had returned to the happy family more than ten years ago.

Ever since Zhen Qiang's mother passed away when he was ten years old, Zhen's father has had a problem with drinking since then, always pouring an extra glass.

"How many days can I stay here this time?" After drinking the first cup, Father Zhen asked this.

"About seven or eight days." Zhen Qiang knew that his father was reluctant to part with him.

"Well, that's enough. After all, work is important. Find some time to visit your mother."

"I know."

After a brief silence, Zhen Qiang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Dad, I can make money to support you now, why don't you come with me, I can take care of you if you are by my side!"

"You brat, it's not like I'm too old to move. Do I need you to take care of me?"

"Dad, that's not what I meant."

"Okay, you just have to work hard over there, you don't have to worry about family affairs, and you don't know the place over there, so what can I do when I go?" Father Zhen took a sip of his wine and continued, "Besides, you Mom is still here, I'm leaving, who will accompany her!"

"Otherwise, I'll change you to a bigger house, so you can live more comfortably." Zhen Qiang was still unwilling.

"Keep your money well and don't spend it recklessly. You will need it when you marry a daughter-in-law in the future. With this condition at home, I guess it won't be of much help to you."

"dad!!!"

"Don't talk about it. If you think you have a lot of money, you can give some to Xiaojuan's child. In the past few years, my body has been a little troubled. It's all taken care of by others. Your dear son, It's not as good as my dry girl."

Zhen's father complained, but Zhen Qiang knew that his father didn't mean it.

"Well, I'll go in the afternoon. I heard that her child is almost one year old, so let's take it as a first-year gift for the child."

"You young people's affairs, you can figure it out yourself."

Zhen Qiang felt that when his father said this, he seemed to have something else to say.

"Dad, I've always regarded Xiaojuan as a brother. It's impossible to have anything to do with her. Besides, her children are already that old."

"Of course I'm not talking about Xiaojuan, but about Mr. Ye."

"Huh? Dad, what do you mean?"

Zhen Qiang suddenly felt bad.

"Don't think that your father and I are uneducated and don't understand anything. Back then in the mine, the apprentices I had had hundreds of numbers, why can't you tell!"

Father Zhen sighed and continued,

"But you're old enough to decide your own affairs. As long as you don't go astray, I don't care about the rest."

"Dad, did you see it?" Zhen Qiang's face was flushed with embarrassment. Fortunately, he was drinking, otherwise he would be as red as a monkey's butt.

"I've been here, and I can tell at a glance that you two have an unusual relationship. The way you two look at each other is exactly the same as when I was chasing your mother back then."

Zhen Qiang didn't know what to do next, he lowered his head and drank his wine, pondering his thoughts.

Zhen Qiang's father, his temperament has not changed at all over the years, he is still so open-minded, so open-minded, and never interferes with Zhen Qiang's decision.

It is also because of such a father that Zhen Qiang, a child who grew up in a single-parent family, has been growing up healthily.

Father Zhen would get drunk every time he drank, maybe it was because he was getting older, or maybe he was thinking too much, but Zhen Qiang's persuasion every time was of no avail, and today was no exception.

Carefully helping his father to rest on the bed, Zhen Qiang went downstairs.

The community has remained the same for more than ten years, nothing has changed, but people will change. My childhood playmates have already gone their separate ways, and many of them have lost contact.

A row of shops across the road, this small restaurant with the signboard of 'Juanzi Restaurant' is easy to find.

Zhen Qiang deliberately took a detour, went to the bank to withdraw 5 yuan, put it on his body, and then walked to the restaurant.

"Xiaojuan, are you there? I'm Zhen Qiang."

Zhen Qiang yelled a few times but no one answered, looking around, the restaurant only had five or six small tables, it was not lunch time, and there were no customers.

A curtain blocks the view, possibly of the kitchen behind.

"Xiaojuan! Xiaojuan?" Zhen Qiang raised his voice, only then did he hear someone answer.

"Come here, come here, wait a minute." Xiaojuan's figure came from behind the curtain.

Not long after, Ma Xiaojuan came in from behind through the curtain.

"Brother Xiaoqiang, you are here, sit down quickly, sit down quickly, and I will make tea for you."

As soon as Ma Xiaojuan said that, she went to pour the water, maybe she didn't expect Zhen Qiang to come so fast, she always seemed a little flustered, and even the hand that poured the boiling water trembled a little.

But when she handed the water glass to Zhen Qiang, Zhen Qiang keenly noticed that there was a purple-black bruise on the back of Ma Xiaojuan's hand.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Zhen Qiang asked in surprise, because he just met in the morning, Zhen Qiang can be sure that there was no such bruise at that time.

"It's all right, I just accidentally smashed it." Ma Xiaojuan shrank her hands back into her sleeves.

"Oh, why didn't you see Da Zhuzi and your son?" Zhen Qiang looked behind Ma Xiaojuan.

Da Zhuzi is the nickname of Ma Xiaojuan's husband, and he was quite familiar with Zhen Qiang before.

"The child is at grandma's house, and Da Zhuzi is busy behind him." Ma Xiaojuan said cautiously, but it was a pity that someone didn't intend to give her face.

"I'm so busy, I've been busy looking after you as a woman all day, it's not easy!" Da Zhuzi lived up to his name, a figure half a head taller than Zhen Qiang, and when he spoke, his burly body Xing came out from the back of the kitchen.