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Chapter 144 The Magical Second Treasure

"Hmm?" Not only did Old Man Liu be surprised, but everyone else also looked at Bangs.

Liu Hai took out a cigarette in his pocket and lit a slogan, "I heard you say before that Grandpa Lin's youngest daughter was an educated youth. When she went to the countryside, she fell in love with a peasant child and even broke up with her family."

Old Man Liu was stunned, "Which old leopard did you talk about Lin Bowen?"

Liu Hai nodded, "Yes, his daughter is Lin Meifang, right?"

Old Man Liu nodded, "Yes, that girl looks quiet and quiet, but in fact she has a stubborn temper. Even if she decides about it, even ten cows will never come back."

Liu Hai smoked a sip of cigarette, "She is in Laiqing now, and her son is Chen Chuan, which is the second treasure."

"Ah!" Everyone exclaimed softly, and the old lady finally raised her head and put down the spoon in her hand. "This soup is delicious, you made Qingya."

Liu Qingya smiled and said, "Mom, if you like it, I will do it for you every day."

The old lady laughed, "No matter how delicious the food is, you will get tired of eating it every day." After that, she looked at Liu Hai, "Lin Meifang, you should call her aunt, how did you know her identity?"

Liu Hai carefully explained how to get to know Chen Chuan, "She doesn't know my identity yet. I think she's going to talk to her grandfather about this. Should she go and persuade Grandpa Lin? It's been so many years since Aunt Lin's children are so old, so what else can't get through."

Liu Qingya suddenly said with red eyes, "Dahai, do you have your Aunt Lin contact information?"

Liu Hai said, "Yes, her family just installed a phone number before the New Year."

"Give it to me quickly!" Liu Qingya was very excited.

Liu Hai said a string of numbers, Liu Qingya remembered it, stood up and ran to the living room.

Liu Hai looked at Liu Qingya's back for no reason, "My sister-in-law, what are you doing?"

Liu Qingya waved her hand and said, "Call!"

The old lady said, "You don't know. Although your sister-in-law is several years apart from your aunt Lin, the two of them were the most fun when they were young. They haven't been in contact for so many years, and now there is news suddenly. How can she not be excited?"

Old Man Liu said, "Actually, the girl from the Lin family calls every year during the Chinese New Year. Although the conflict is still there, it has eased a lot. We outsiders cannot participate in this matter, so let them slowly repair it. As for you, Aunt Lin, do whatever you want, don't have any worries."

Old Man Liu looked at the couplet and the words in his hand, "The old guy named Lin has been fighting with me all his life and has to compete with me in everything. But this time I really lose." His face was full of dissatisfaction, "Tell me, why is that old guy so lucky? He cut off contact with his daughter for so many years, but why did he suddenly have such an excellent grandson? God is really not good at it."

"I think this word is very ordinary," Liu Qingguo muttered, "As for you to praise you like this?"

"Overall?" Old Man Liu stared at him in anger and said angrily, "You know, you just know how to make money in business every day, and then you play mahjong and go to the dance hall. If you can't even educate a child well, what else can you do?"

Liu Qingguo's face turned red when he was scolded, and he didn't dare to retaliate, so he could only listen with a sting. Otherwise, if he dared to say something, his business would have to stop playing mahjong and dancing halls, and he would be the one who was unlucky.

Old Man Liu was still not relieved, "Liu Hui, after the New Year, you will go back to your hometown in Xiangxi. I have already greeted your grandfather Qi, so you can go to his house to live. Without my order, you must not step into the capital, otherwise I will break your legs."

When he heard that he wanted to drive him back to his hometown in western Hunan, Liu Hui's face changed color. When he heard that he wanted to live in Grandpa Qi's house, his face instantly turned pale as paper.

He had been with Grandpa Qi for a while, and that was definitely his nightmare in his life. The old man worked as a monk in Shaolin Temple when he was young, and he really knew martial arts. His skills should not be seen as a person in his seventies, and more than a dozen gangsters could not get close to him. At that time, as long as he dared to cause trouble, he would be beaten. It hurts really. Every time he was beaten, there was no one for three or four days, so he didn't have to think about getting off the kang.

"Dad..." Zhang Zhiying was also frightened. The old man was really a terrible attack on his son. He still had a lot of scars on his body now.

Old Man Liu waved his hand and interrupted Zhang Zhiying's words below, "No need to say, just do it."

Zhang Zhiying was anxious and looked at her husband. But Liu Qingguo dared not object to what the old man decided. Now his son is unlucky. If he dares to speak, he will be unlucky.

At this time, Liu Qingya came back, and the old lady asked, "Has he called him?"

Liu Qingya shook her head, "I keep on being busy, and I will fight again after a while."

Old Man Liu snorted, "I ask you, when are you planning to get married?"

Liu Qingya was stunned, "Okay, why are you concerned about my marriage?"

Old Man Liu is very unhappy. "Well, the old man Lin Bowen, suddenly had such an excellent grandson. How could I be compared by him?"

Liu Qingya opened her mouth wide, and she really didn't know what to say.

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The party began, and Shen He suddenly ran in outside, grabbed a dumpling that had just been out of the pot and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lin Meifang didn't stop her and patted her on her head, "Go and wash your hands."

Zhou Ailing brought a large pot of dumplings into the house and put them on the kang, "I've eaten dumplings, I want to eat them, go get the bowl yourself."

Zhu Likun's face was flushed, and it seemed that he had won a lot of money. "Don't eat, come on, let's continue."

Tang Huining pushed the mahjong and said, "I'm hungry, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it."

"That's it!" Zhou Aiguo and Chen Sanjun also stood up, "How can you not eat dumplings on New Year's Eve?"

"After eating at four o'clock, you're hungry after a while?" Zhu Likun also stood up and took the bowl and chopsticks. "Then I'll eat two more, so I'll save myself from being hungry after a while."

The night sky outside was lit up by fireworks from time to time. The festive sound of gongs and drums came from the TV. Shen Chuan looked at the TV and felt like he was a different world.

Zhou Ailing picked up a dumpling with chopsticks and put it in Shen Chuan's mouth, "What are you thinking?"

Shen Chuan said, "I'm wondering when will my aunt come out?"

Zhou Ailing asked, "Have you made the World Cup theme song?"

Shen Chuan said, "It's almost done, do you want to take a look?"

"Okay!" Zhou Ailing picked up another dumpling and put it in Shen Chuan's mouth.

Shen Chuan muttered, "Why don't you eat?"

Zhou Ailing said, "I'm not hungry now, I'll eat later."

Shen Chuan looked at Shen He who was eating oily, "Shen He, go and get the pen and notebook."

"No problem!" Shen He stuffed a dumpling into his mouth, then stood up and ran to the west room, and took the pen and notebook.

In just a few minutes, Shen Chuan wrote the whole song out and handed it to Zhou Ailing, "Look at it!"

Zhou Ailing took it and whispered, "wewillrockyou!"

Shen Chuan said, "Starting tomorrow, we will teach the great country to learn this English song. We must be familiar with every word and read it with the most accurate pronunciation."

Zhou Ailing nodded, "No problem."

Chen Chuan's English has always been very bad and he never passed the exam. Now he suddenly wrote an English song. If it were the case, Zhou Ailing would definitely ask. But now he doesn't ask, because he has done everything impossible during this period. Now he has written an English song, which is nothing.
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