The host is irritable every day

Chapter 64 Xiao Qingmei is a little difficult to deal with (6)

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Soon, Tang Junchen drove Qi Wan to the fruit and vegetable market near his original home.

This sees how the future father-in-law can't prepare some gifts.

In front, through the mirror, although Tang Junchen's stinky face was full of troubles for her, he still obediently obeyed her and drove the car into the market.

There are only a few dim chandeliers in the market at night, and most of the shops are closed. There are only a few old people sitting on benches setting up stalls, fanning themselves with stacks of newspapers in their hands, very leisurely.

The motorcycle was driven very slowly by Tang Junchen, and there was enough time for Qi Wan to look around.

Seeing a big and fresh orange by chance, she patted him on the shoulder and pointed in the direction, "There, stop there for a while."

Tang Junchen glanced at her, controlled the car and drove slowly in the direction she pointed, arrived at the destination, and stopped.

"Hey, grandma, how much is this fruit per catty?"

Qi Wan stretched out her hand to pick up the orange, and got out of the car with her long legs.

Seeing how beautiful the orange in the palm of my hand is, it is delicious at first sight.

At the booth, the grandma who was being questioned put down the paper fan in her hand, quickly pulled out a red plastic bag from the bamboo basket beside her and handed it to her, and replied with a smile: "Two yuan and five yuan a catty."

"Thank you mother-in-law."

Qi Wan took the bag, only to notice that the grandma who sold the oranges in front of her was thin, slightly hunched, with an amiable smile on her face, and her gray hair tied into a flowery tail, exuding a kind atmosphere .

Subconsciously returned a smiling face, and then looked blindly at the almost identical pile of oranges in front of him...

Although she is "famous for a lifetime", she really doesn't know how to pick fruits and vegetables, she only knows that beautiful ones are good.

Opening the bag, he randomly took a brightly colored orange, pretended to understand it, and squeezed it.

It was quite strong, and it was about to be put into the bag with the backhand, but just right next to her, a beautiful hand lifted an orange skillfully, with an extremely elegant posture, and put it into her bag first.

Behind her, the person approaching had a nice fresh mint smell, like a comfortable sea wave sweeping towards her, enveloping her, lingering in her nostrils.

Qi Wan held up the orange and looked away in a daze.

The man was still stretching out his hand to pick up the oranges beside her, comparing the size, color depth, elasticity, and choosing carefully.

Qi Wan's long and curled eyelashes trembled and flickered, and what his gaze touched was his clearly curved collarbone in a round-neck T-shirt, and his skin was very fair.

After the person picked up a whole big bag neatly, he easily picked up the bag with his index finger and put the bag of fruit on the electronic scale.

Grandma is very honest. The data on the electronic scale is all weighed against people. She leans her head forward without blocking it, presses a few keys, and when the total money is counted out, she also looks at the numbers on it and reads along. , read it briefly: "Your oranges are just right, and the total is 25 yuan."

Qi Wan blinked twice, and was about to stuff the oranges he had selected proudly into the bag and start counting again. Tang Junchen quickly pulled her wrist first, grabbed it with his other hand, and put it down smoothly.

Qi Wan: "?"

She turned around and glared at him.

"Why not?"

This is the fruit of her labor, she finally chose the one that matches her eye!

In the end, the man didn't even look at her, and didn't bother to refute. He took out a twenty and a five yuan from his pocket, just right.

Seeing that the two handsome men and beautiful women in front of them were very eye-catching, but they were about to have a big quarrel in the next second, the grandmother quickly picked up the orange again, and helped the unsmiling Tang Junchen out of the siege.

"Little girl, I gave this orange to you, okay? You can take it back and try it. The orange your boyfriend picked is good. It has thin skin and lots of flesh. It has a nice color and is a sweeter kind."

Boy friend?
Tang Junchen: "..."

There is helplessness between the brows.

"I'm not……"

Without giving anyone a chance to explain clearly, Qi Wan covered his mouth with his hand instead, took out another five yuan from his pocket, and handed it to Granny, "Oh... yes, he is usually the head of the house."

While handing over the money, he took the oranges in her hand, stuffed them into the bag, and pushed Tang Junchen behind him with a smile.

"Grandma, you can't ask for this orange for nothing, just treat it as a big one worth two catties."

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Before arriving at the house, Tang Junchen, who is usually not very talkative, was silent all the way, and even consciously stayed away from the two of them in the same car, which seemed to be quite frightened.

For his pursuit, Qi Wan didn't want to follow too closely, so she got out of the car keeping a distance, then picked up a bag of fruit tied to the front of the car, and looked around.

The only road leading here was the trail they drove on. The road condition was relatively clear, and there was a dim streetlight every three meters.

I remember that this was Tang Junchen's new home where she followed Tang Junchen's tail.

Unexpectedly, many years later, they still live here.

"Didi——" the sound of locking the car was accompanied by Tang Junchen's clear voice, "Can you leave?"

Qi Wan turned around. Night was falling. Half of his face blended into the night. The man's facial features were beautiful and three-dimensional, and his figure appeared more slender, but his face was full of indifference and he was not easy to mess with.

forget about it.

She shook her head, lifted the bag in her hand, and trotted after him.

The two stood in front of the door.

Tang Junchen just put the key into the door lock and before turning it, the door opened.

The comfortable warm yellow chandelier found a gap and shone on their faces.

The one who opened the door was a sweet-looking girl with reddish complexion, twin ponytails, and a pink floral dress. When she saw Tang Junchen, she immediately called out "Brother" obediently.

His dark eyes were bright, and he turned his gaze to Qi Wan. Although he didn't remember her very well, he greeted her politely as he was a guest.

"Hello sister."

This is Tang Xinyao, the daughter of Tang Zhuoyu and Fu Shuwen, and the half-sister of Tang Junchen.

Her mother and grandmother hated it, but she was a rare clean stream.

For their education, they are especially far away from Tang Junchen. Although she will not openly oppose her family, she definitely has the ability to judge right from wrong, understand a person clearly, and distinguish between good and evil.

Regarding this, Tang Xinyao liked to cling to Tang Junchen since she was a child, even though her brother had a cold and stinky face all day long and didn't like to talk to others very much.

Just like now, with a soft "um", he took the bag from Qi Wan's hand, walked in without people.

Invariably.

The two looked at his figure gradually disappearing in the corridor on the first floor, one expressionless and the other slightly disappointed.

"Ignore him, sister."

Qi Wan took the lead to look away and started the conversation, "That's just how he is, he always likes to put on a bad face."

"It's probably because he's having trouble with his mother again..." Tang Xinyao bent her lips bitterly to excuse him, picked the door lock, opened the door wider, her face changed, and immediately greeted her with a smile again, "Sister, come in first."

After closing the door, the two walked up the stairs side by side. In order to get closer, Tang Xinyao looked at Qi Wan beside her, and curiously asked, "...Is my sister... my brother's girlfriend?"

(End of this chapter)