Huang Lingwei was so amused that she giggled, punched him and said, "I hate it, you are the cooked duck!"

Jiang Feng said with certainty: "Anyway, just relax. My parents will definitely like you when they see you."

Huang Lingwei nodded and said: "Okay, I believe you, if you dare to lie to me, hum!"

"You are right to believe me!"

Speaking of this, Jiang Feng looked into her eyes and said, "Honey, before I leave, I want to make a request to you."

Huang Lingwei said warily: "What else do you want to do?"

Jiang Feng smiled slightly and said, "I'm not doing anything, I just hope you can practice doing the cross more often."

Huang Lingwei asked doubtfully: "Why do I practice the cross when I have nothing to do?"

Jiang Feng chuckled and said: "There are many benefits to practicing this, you will know it in the future!"

When Huang Lingwei heard his ungrateful smile, she immediately understood his dirty thoughts, and immediately reached out and pinched him hard, "You are really a bad person!"

But I made up my mind to practice this cross well next.

The two of us worked hard for a long time before going downstairs to check out.

Jiang Feng drove Huang Lingwei back to school before reluctantly leaving.

…

Shenzhen City.

In a private teahouse, Huang Yuanjia was chatting with three old friends while playing mahjong.

They didn't play much, just one hundred and two hundred, and if they caught a horse, the number and one would be nine, and a normal transaction would cost only twenty or thirty thousand, which was really not painful for them.

After all, the four of them are all local aboriginals with a lot of money, and the one with the worst fortune has dozens of houses in his hands.

Needless to say, Huang Yuanjia, who has the best business life, collects rent from several buildings in his family. The monthly rent he collects easily exceeds one million. He is a veritable renter.

"Old Huang, I remember your daughter should graduate this year, right?" The person asking the question was the middle-aged man with a slightly high hairline sitting opposite, surnamed Li.

"Yes, time flies so fast, and I will graduate from college in a blink of an eye!" Huang Yuanjia couldn't hide the smile on his face when he mentioned his daughter.

"Old Huang has a good life. He gave birth to such a well-behaved, beautiful, and lovely daughter. Unlike the brat in my family, he was really a cheat and gave me a headache just talking about it." The person who spoke was sitting at Huang Yuanjia's house.

Middle-aged man, surnamed Zhang.

"Oh, my brat is not the same. He spends all day drinking and causing trouble. He smashed someone's car last month, and this month he got into a fight over a bitch. I really want to.

Let’s practice the trumpet again!” The person who answered was a middle-aged man named Zhu who was sitting at Huang Yuanjia’s house.

"I'm not any better than you two, and my girl is not a worry-free person either. She asks for money from me every once in a while to spend on other men, which almost makes me angry to death."

Having said this, Lao Li looked at Huang Yuanjia and said with envy: "Lao Zhang is absolutely right. Lao Huang, your life is better. Your girl has been so sensible and filial since she was a child. She is also honest when she comes back from vacation.

If we can actually open a shop and do business, if my girl can be half as good as your girl, then I can at least live a few more years!"

Huang Yuanjia smiled and said: "Old Li, being so angry is harmful to your health. They say that children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. You are just like me. We only have one girl, and the family property will not be left to her in the end. I think you only need to think about her.

Before she matured, she held on to the properties in her hands tightly, and it didn’t matter that she spent the rent on whomever she wanted.”

Lao Li sighed: "It's not that I feel bad about the money, it's just... Well, now I regret why I didn't have a son!"

Huang Yuanjia smiled and said: "Old Li, you are persistent. As the saying goes, money is something external to the body. It cannot be taken with you in life or death. As long as you are not short of money to spend while you are alive, why worry about whose hands these things will fall into after death?

?”

Old Li praised: "Old Huang, you still have a good attitude."

Lao Zhang followed up by praising: "Lao Huang lives a truly transparent life."

Lao Zhu also gave a thumbs up and said: "Lao Huang's ideological level is obviously higher than the three of us!"
Chapter completed!