Still rolling all over the ground, begging for red tickets and collecting, okay, I skip class...

Then tomorrow's chapter is sensational to incite yourself to cry. I hope you can be moved, as if you were wrong!

Jiang Qianru, who had been intimate with her father for a while, looked shyly at Yang Qingwu standing aside, waved to him, and signaled to get closer.

Yang Qingwu hurriedly walked forward and called Jiang Song with a smile, "Oh uncle," and his behavior was quite decent.

"You are Yang Qingwu?"

"Yeah, yes."

"Qianru said you are her prospective boyfriend, what's going on?"

Jiang Song's behavior was very elegant, not like some institutionalized officials, and his tone revealed a strong official spirit. He looked more like a university professor, but there was still a faint majesty between his eyebrows and eyes that could not be ignored.

"This, Qianru said she wanted to give me the qualification to chase her, so she is considered a prospective boyfriend!"

Jiang Qianru, who held her father's arm and showed her little daughter's posture slightly, made Yang Qingwu unable to help but take a look and quickly withdrew her gaze.

"Okay, Qianru goes to find your grandma, I'll chat with this guy for a while."

Faced with the emotional events of her baby daughter, Jiang Song, who has always been doting, naturally had to get to know Yang Qingwu well, so he sent his daughter out and let the two chat alone for a while.

Jiang Qianru also knew her father's intentions, so she glanced at Yang Qingwu with a slight look, meaning that he would treat him carefully, and then closed the door and left.

There was no other place to do in the study except for a black-brown grand magistrate chair behind Jiang Song. Jiang Song did not sit there and put on a strict father like a three-chair trial. He waved his hand and walked to the huge bookshelf together. He glanced at Yang Qing's hair spray used too much hairspray on his head, a smile flashed across his eyes, but he asked in a stern tone:

"How did my daughter develop to the point, holding hands or kissing?"

Yang Qingwu felt a headache when he heard this and thought that it was indeed a kiss, and he kissed twice, but it was not Jiang Qianru's own voluntary and did not dare to deceive his future father-in-law, for fear that Jiang Qianru would tell him everything, so he gritted his teeth and said:

"Kissed."

"What, how long have you been chasing me? You're so brave!"

"Ahem, it's been more than two months."

Looking at Jiang Songda's precious daughter's stern expression of being bullied by him, Yang Qingwu stammered and replied:

"You are so powerful that you can make my daughter fall in love with you."

It seems that Jiang Song does not know the truth, and he thinks that Jiang Qianru has a special liking for this unremarkable young man in front of him.

"The name is Yang Qingwu, is there any strange name to say?"

After drawing out a book called "Official Current Record", Jiang Song asked casually:

"have."

Even if Yang Qingwu, who is unlucky, dares not be disrespectful to Jiang Qianru's father, he answered honestly and sternly:

"The green dragon passes through the eyes and thousands of books, and the black phoenix perchs on its way thousands of miles away."

Jiang Song, who was flipping through the exquisitely decorated books casually, raised his head in surprise, and looked at Yang Qingwuwei's pale and thin cheeks with a slight gaze. It was obvious that the first time wearing a formal outfit looked a bit unnatural, but it was also considered energetic.

Yang Qingwu, who was embarrassed by Jiang Song's look, grinned and flashed through his mind. The dignified and beautiful woman was standing at the door of her house waiting for her, slightly absent-minded.

Jiang Song, who felt more and more pleasing to the eye, also smiled slightly. He felt that the young man in front of him was good. At least he looked much more comfortable than Zhang Xuewu's balm-faced face. He was quiet and patient, and knew how to measure.

"I heard Qianru say that your handwriting is very good, have you practiced it before?"

"I wrote it for a while when I was a kid."

Yang Qingwu smiled humbly and said nervously less nervously:

"Come on, write me two words."

Without saying a word, he grabbed Yang Qingwu's arm and walked to the huge desk. He enthusiastically laid a piece of rice paper, opened the inkstone cover, and pointed to the pen holder where various brushes were hung beside him and asked him to choose the pen himself.

Yang Qingwu, who dared not refuse, had to pick a purple-haired pen made by Lao Zhou Huchen's pen shop, pondered for a moment, and wrote a line dipped in ink-"I have a sword and horse in my heart, so I can go out for a cloud."

The skeletons intersect strangely, the lines and strokes are changeable, but the decorations are thick and solemn, and the strokes are vividly lit and ostentatious.

Jiang Song looked deeply at the words that had not yet dried on the table. His eyes were complicated and his tone was slightly cold:

"What are you assuring me?"

Hanging the pen gently back, Yang Qingwu bent over slightly unconsciously, looking at Jiang Song with his eyes, but he did not answer.

Just as Jiang Song was about to say something, the door was suddenly pushed open. It was Jiang Qianru's mother Sun Lixia. The charming cheeks were a little anxious and deliberate. She looked up and down carefully at Yang Qingwu in the door. The disappointment on her face was still clearly falling into Yang Qingwu's eyes. She quietly smiled at the middle-aged woman who was obviously Jiang Qianru's mother, steady and decent.

Jiang Song, who was standing aside, frowned deeply when he saw this scene. He had been immersed in the officialdom for decades and felt the loss and unhappiness of the young man around him, but he could still deal with it in a decent manner without changing his face. Even Sun Lixia, who has always been smart, strong and serious, smiled implicitly and kindly.

"Jiang Song, mom asked the child to go over there and talk for a while."

It is obvious that I have been looking forward to the boyfriend that Jiang Qianru said for a long time, so after seeing her daughter, I quickly asked her if she had brought him.

After confirmation, they immediately walked over without stopping. Three or four middle-aged women with jewels were followed by them, all of whom were curious and kept looking into the room. They probably were Jiang Qianru's aunts and the like.

After signaling that Yang Qingwu could leave, Yang Qingwu respectfully bent over Jiang Song before turning around and leaving.

Jiang Song, with complicated eyes, was stunned for a moment, sighed and picked up the slightly dry words again. With just a few words, what was hit with increasingly strong domineering and arrogant people came to him.

What kind of young people can write such words?

In another room on the second floor, Jiang Qianru was giving a festive outfit, red dress, full of silver hair, an old lady of the same age as Grandma Chang, rubbed her shoulders while talking.

Seeing Yang Qingwu entering the door and a group of aunts and aunts jokingly, Jiang Qianru blushed in a bad mood. Looking at her mother's slightly disappointed and unhappy expression, she felt a little depressed and angry and said in her heart:

"Hmph! Yang Qingwu made you dare to kiss me ignorantly, and you dared to say that you love me and want to chase me. It depends on how you pass my mother's level!"

"Mom, this is the young man Qianru brought, named Yang Qingwu."

Today, Sun Lixia also changed her style of often black professional suits in the past, and she was dressed in a very festive outfit, probably because of the old man's birthday.

He said respectfully to Mr. Jiang’s wife, her mother-in-law Huang Shuping:

Yang Qingwu, behind him, immediately stepped forward and shouted to the old man intimately, which was not too much. However, Sun Lixia had a different feeling and her face was unconsciously gloomy.

Jiang Qianru, who left without traces of her eyes, passed through Jiang Shuping, and conveyed a very hard-working look.

Jiang Qianru, who had a pretty face slightly red, did not respond at all, and there was a hint of expectation and anxiety in her eyes.

Sure enough, the real three-court trial began. Yang Qingwu, who was sitting on the sofa on the side of the Jiang family, felt a headache, but he did not dare to slacken in the slightest of slackness.

"Qingwu! Are Qianru and you classmates in college? Or did you meet after work?"

The first question asked was naturally Sun Lixia, Jiang Qianru's mother, who meticulously posed a picky look at her son-in-law.

“After working.”

"How old are you?"

“It’s 25 this year.”

“What work is done now?”

“Well…working in a restaurant.”

Yang Qingwu, who has been timid since he came in, finally couldn't suppress his unruly nature. He looked at the room of jewels and arrogant people, and saw his more or less contempt and disappointment, instinctively pulled out a smile and began his counterattack without knowing his life or death.

"work to earn a living?"

The woman sitting beside her, with a somewhat distorted figure but still dressed up, seemed to have heard something incredible, and her expression was exaggerated and mixed with a little gloating said:

She is Jiang Qianru's third aunt, and she is also a well-known official. She looks like a young lady, and she is also incompatible with Sun Lixia and often competes in secret.

Sun Lixia seemed to have heard nothing, but she continued to ask:

"Are you working as a general manager in the catering industry or something?"

I clearly felt Sun Lixia's unhappiness, but I still answered with sincerity and shyness:

"Haha, no! Auntie, I'm the one who serves tea and water to others at a Northeast restaurant."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room looked at each other in silence. The kind expression that Sun Lixia had been hanging on her face instantly turned cold. She glanced at Jiang Qianru, who had nothing to do with me, on the side.

Jiang Qianru, who knew that Yang Qingwu was a tough guy, was also a little nervous, just like Zhang Xuewu, who dug a hole for her for the first time, always had a lot of bad water hidden under a smiling face.

"Which is your home? Who else is there?"

Seeing the daughters and daughters-in-law looking fussy, the old lady Huang Shuping glanced at her with some dissatisfaction. The room immediately became quiet, and then asked in a kind tone:

"My hometown is in Henan, and both parents have passed away."

The tone was slightly awkward but still seemed polite and polite:

As soon as this sentence came out, the whole room fell into silence. It was the first time Jiang Qianru heard him say this, and she couldn't help but feel silent when she heard this.

Sun Lixia finally put away the only kindness and curiosity, and completely killed Yang Qingwu.

The family background is generally nothing. As long as the child is willing to improve, has a good personality, and has a good temper with Qianru, it is not difficult to spend some time giving him a bright future. It is just that Dousheng Xiaomin, who has no education and no family background, and has no parents, and has unknown origins, can't even entrust his daughter's lifelong affairs.

"Oh, that's right! What a poor child."

Huang Shuping said with kindness and pity, and Yang Qingwu smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

Naturally, Sun Lixia had no intention of asking, so she got up and said, I went out to make a phone call and left.

Then the aunts and aunts asked some questions, most of which were asked questions that young men would be asked on blind dates. Yang Qingwu's answer naturally surprised everyone, and the look at Jiang Qianru was a little more puzzled.

Sun Lixia, who stood up and left, naturally did not make any phone call. She walked straight to Mr. Jiang's study, which was the room where Jiang Song had just talked to Yang Qingwu, knocked on the door and shouted out Jiang Song who was standing at the table and didn't know what to think about.

It turns out that Mr. Jiang had already made a rule that the women of the Jiang family could not enter the study, and I don’t know why they were quirky!

"In the past, no matter how you spoiled you, she would be allowed to work in any professional school, and I would not care about it. This time you must listen to me. She and this Yang Qingwu are determined...!"

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man who has always been slandering his wife and likes to play tricks is not like Jiang Qianru, who always confronts her mother, and she salutes and says she is loyal to her wife and is turning around but gives her daughter enough financial assistance. She glanced at Sun Lixia deeply and said with a sigh:

"If I were a woman, I would definitely marry him, but I would not be willing to marry my daughter."

If this is an evaluation, it would be a bit too much praise for Jiang Song, who once had a lot of opportunities to climb a bright future and refused many conversations in order to serve his mother and raise his daughter. He is now only at the level of a department, obsessed with poetry, painting, and ancient Chinese, tired of officialdom but has achieved remarkable political achievements. He has always been demanding perfection.
Chapter completed!