The rebirth confession failed, the school beauty is anxious

Chapter 559

The time came to twelve o'clock in the evening.

Zhou Chen and others went to KTV to start the next show.

After Zhou Guangming took a shower, he walked out of the bathroom wearing a set of warm clothes and a coat.

He Ying, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his head and stared at Zhou Guangming and said, "Guangming, can our son really make a lot of money now?"

To this day, she still feels confused.

Zhou has a Rolls-Royce with more than two million in cash in the car, and the company can earn several million every month.

Is this really what his son can do?

Zhou Guangming sat next to He Ying, took a few sips of the hangover tea on the coffee table, and then said: "Society is developing and times are progressing. If they seize the opportunity of the Internet, of course they can make a lot of money!"

He Ying still felt that he was dreaming, so he stretched out his hand and pinched Zhou Guangming's leg hard.

"Ouch, I..." Zhou Guangming grinned in pain, glared at He Ying and said, "What are you doing?"

"Let me see if you're dreaming. You look like you're in pain. It doesn't seem like you're dreaming, right?" He Ying helped Zhou Guangming rub the place where he had just pinched himself.

"Let's go back to the village tomorrow to burn more paper for our ancestors. Our old Zhou family will also produce a golden dragon..." Zhou Guangming held He Ying's hand and grinned stupidly.

"If your elder brother knew how powerful our son is, he might not even dare to return to the village during the Chinese New Year this year!" He Ying said with a sneer.

"By the way, when will our son go back to school? How about we let him go back to his hometown with us tomorrow?"

"I'll ask when he comes back..."

Zhou Guangming did not tell He Ying that Zhou Chen had taken a long leave.

If she wanted to know, she would definitely nag Zhou Chen.

. . . . . .

Wang Huifang's home.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when I finished cleaning.

Wang Huifang and Chen Shuqun were so tired that their backs ached.

The two of them sat on chairs to catch their breath. Chen Shuqun sighed with emotion: "This guy Zhou Chen is really good. He just went to college for two months and he even drove a Rolls-Royce!"

Wang Huifang asked doubtfully: "Is his car valuable?"

Chen Shuqun stared at Wang Huifang with a heavy gaze and said, "It seems to be more than eight million!"

Wang Huifang showed an incredible expression and said with a dry mouth: "Eight, eight million? And such an expensive car?"

My husband works as a manager in a company, and with a monthly salary of RMB 1,200, he can already hold his head high in the community.

Zhou Chen’s car costs eight million.

Based on my man's salary, it would take him eight hundred years to earn this car.

Chen Shuqun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This is a real dragon born in the old Zhou family!"

Wang Huifang swallowed: "It's over, it's over, I was fighting with Yingzi before, will Zhou Chen take revenge on us in the future?"

Chen Shuqun rolled his eyes: "I'm not a petty person. Isn't Zhou Chen very good to our son?"

Wang Huifang breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Why is Chen Shuyun coming back this time?"

Chen Shuqun shook his head expressionlessly: "I don't know yet. Let's go back tomorrow and ask!"

. . . . . .

Chen Guangrong's home.

Three bedrooms and two living rooms with fine decoration.

Luo Xiuxiu got a new pair of fluffy slippers for Huang Qiqi: "These are my slippers. Your size should be about the same as mine. Can you try it on?"

"Thank you, aunt!"

Huang Qiqi nodded obediently, then took off her shoes and put on slippers.

Luo Xiuxiu said with a smile on her face: "Does it fit?"

Huang Qiqi smiled sweetly: "It fits very well!"

"Hurry up and sit inside, I'll cut some fruit for you..."

Luo Xiuxiu enthusiastically pulled Huang Qiqi into the living room.

It's simply better than treating his own son.

Chen Guangrong was the last one to enter the room. Just as he was about to make a cup of tea to relieve his hangover, Luo Xiuxiu came out with a kitchen knife: "Guangrong, go find the heater, don't let Qiqi get cold!"

"Uncle and aunt, you don't have to go to so much trouble, I'm not that squeamish..."

Huang Qiqi said quickly.

Her family conditions are much worse than Chen Xiaolong's.

I have only seen things like heaters at relatives' houses.

I heard that thing consumes a lot of power.

"What's the trouble? When you come to our house, just treat it as your own home. Don't be polite to your uncles and aunts..."

Chen Guangrong said and went to the storage room to find a heater with a smile.

Huang Qiqi sat on the sofa, feeling warm in her heart.

On the way back, I still didn’t know how to get along with Chen Xiaolong’s family.

I didn't expect them to be so kind.