An Ran called in the bedroom for a while, and An’s parents came back from the store for lunch, and there was a stinky expression on his face.

"My parents, I've washed my hands and had a meal. Xiao Jing comes to serve me the food."

"Ao—"

"What's your voice? Your skin is tight again? It's so slick!"

An's mother glared at the two sisters who entered the kitchen: "None of these two girls is as beautiful as a girl, and none of them are as handsome as me. When I was a child, I couldn't even scold me or beat me."

After saying that, An Ma glanced at Nie Peng with apologetic eyes.

Nie Penghun smiled heartily without caring.

Still young... An's father sighed in his heart, looking at this filial son-in-law with sympathy, as if he saw himself when he was young.

Ten minutes later, the noisy family sat around the dining table.

An's mother glanced around and told Ning Jing: "Go and see if your second brother has finished calling, and ask him to come out for dinner."

"Ao—"

Wen pouted quietly and pushed open the door of Anran unhappily.

Anran put down her cell phone, squinted her eyes with a smile, and reached out to pinch her sister's white and tender little face: "What's wrong? Who made my sister unhappy again?"

The little girl opened her mouth, and before she could speak, tears fell down: "Second brother, I'm going to high school and I want to buy a new school uniform...500 yuan...Our mother said...Mom said she wouldn't buy a new one, and she would change yours...and wear it for me."

Looking at the sob sister, An Ran's eyes turned red in an instant and pulled the little girl into her arms and hugged her.

There are no girls who don’t like beauty today, and they are more self-esteem than the other. Moreover, they have been wearing the school uniform for three years and are already in a disastrous shape.

My younger sister is already very well-behaved and sensible. She never asks for things randomly. She only buys clothes four times a year. When she doesn’t go to school or visit relatives, she always picks up her elder sister’s clothes to wear. Usually, before giving her ten yuan a day, the little girl can save up five yuan.

An Ran patted the younger sister's back one after another. He understood what his mother thought. He was about to start school in one month, and the younger sister was going to go to high school, and her father's medical expenses. The older sister kept dragging her and never got married, so there were too many places to spend money at home.

Although she is so arrogant in front of others, she must feel more uncomfortable than the little girl. Who is a mother who doesn’t want her daughter to be beautiful, and who is a mother who wants her child to be rolled down?

Anran sucked down her nose, held up her sister's little face, wiped away her tears, and looked at the aggrieved little girl: "Xiaojing won't cry. My second brother has made some money these two days, and I will buy you a new one."

The little girl shook her head quickly, raised her face, bit her lips, and tears flowed out again: "I know that my elder sister and Brother Peng have given you five hundred yuan, and second brother... I won't buy it anymore, I'll just wear yours."

Anran's heart was broken when she looked at her sensible sister.

An Ran used a slight force on her sister's smooth forehead and flicked her head: "Little girl, I don't even believe in my second brother. You don't want to be new to you, so don't regret it in the future."

An Jing widened her eyes, her little face mixed with disbelief and surprise: "Second brother, are you serious?"

An Ran squinted her eyes and nodded with a smile.

"Ao--" the little girl cheered.

...

In the living room, Nie Peng looked helpless.

"Aunt, after I decided on An Ning's plan to hold a wedding at the Songjiang hotel at the entrance of the community at the end of the year. An Ning disagrees no matter what I said. I said a few more words and she..."

An's mother stared at her eldest daughter with sharp eyes. From the time she returned home, she could see that the two of them had a conflict. Based on the experience of more than 20 years, this matter must be the one with her own daughter. What a good child Dapeng is, and he has been sensible since childhood.

An Ning still had a calm face, snorted, and put the rice bowl in her hand heavily: "If you want to do it, do it at your own home. Anyway, there are not many relatives in total. What kind of hotel is it? If you spend too much money, you can burn it? You can buy at least 70,000 or 80,000 yuan a day. Don't you buy a car? Don't plan to run for freight? Do you plan to let me drink the northwest wind with you in the future?"

After hearing what his daughter said, An's mother opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything. An's father was frowning and smoking a cigarette.

"Sister is right. Brother Peng, you have to listen to my sister. You have to buy a truck."

An Ran had a happy little girl hanging on her arm, sat next to Nie Peng and said with a smile.

Nie Peng raised his eyebrows and glared at his smiling brother-in-law.

An Ran still smiled: "But the wedding must be held, so I will hold it at the Songjiang Hotel."

As he said that, he pulled my elder sister An Ning's hand and put a bank card in her palm. "There are 200,000 yuan in this card, and my sister's wedding will be held in a lively manner."

An Ning glared at An Ran angrily: "Stop having fun with your sister, where do you get so much money as a student?"

An Ran took out her cell phone, and the receipt message from the bank had not been deleted yet. She found a text message and handed it to the old lady.

"Xiaohu! This is true! Where did you get 200,000? Are you going to sell your kidneys?" An Ning looked at the string of numbers on the text message and shouted in shock with a look of shock that almost made An Ran collapse.

An's mother snatched the phone and glanced quickly, and was shocked: "Xiaohu, tell me the truth, are you doing some online fraud like the news reports?"

The phone quickly reached An Jing's hand again. The little girl, who was originally happy, also looked at him nervously, shrank her head and looked like she wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it. Anyway, it was not a good thing.

safely:……

He patted his forehead hard and had no choice but to face the three women and women of An's family.

It took a lot of effort to explain the origin of the 200,000 yuan clearly. An Ran would have almost swear to the sky. If it weren't for the good impression he had given to both character and academic excellence, the three women of the An family might not have believed it.

A 200,000 yuan is not much more, which may only be enough for the rich people to make a meal, but a little less is not much, at least it solves the urgent need for the family.

The three of An family members studied the preparations for the wedding at the table. Nie Peng slapped An Ran on the shoulder with a big hand: "Xiaohu, this money is considered to be borrowed by Brother Peng from you, in the future..."

"Stop! Brother-in-law, see when will my sister be polite to me? Besides, with your brother-in-law, do you still have to worry about this little money?"

Nie Peng was naturally open-minded. He listened to An Ran's words and felt a heroic in his chest. He laughed happily, and pressed his big hand on his brother-in-law's head and rubbed it hard.

An’s father, who had not spoken, was the calmest person at this time. He looked at his son who was smiling at him, with a face similar to his youth, and An’s father was stunned.

It was more than twenty years ago. He was seventeen years old at that time. He was carrying a guitar and wandering in big cities with his best buddy... He thought that except for guarding this audio and video store in his life, he might never be able to get close to his dream when he was young, but he didn't expect...

An’s eyes turned red as he thought, so he picked up the wine glass and sipped it off. He held his son’s hand, and opened his mouth several times with excitement.

"Xiaohu, when you were admitted to college, my dad thought that his son had finally made a fortune and was happy, but you know that my dad had been thinking about all his life... Dad is proud of you today, and if you don't make this 200,000 for you... Dad knows that Xiaohu, you are indeed my An Zhiyuan's son!"

An Ran understood his father's mood and started to remember that his father either taught him to play guitar or sang rock music and old songs from the 1980s. Other people's father was determined to be successful, while his father always wanted his son to become a star, realizing his dream that he had not realized back then.

"An Zhiyuan! What are you doing? Whose son is not your son? What do you mean, tell me clearly!"
Chapter completed!