On the first day of the new year, Zhou Buqi drove by himself and went to Wu Yu's house with his sister to pay New Year greetings to his elders. On the second day of the new year, Zhou Buqi went to the house alone to give gifts to Wen Zhixia's parents.

As a result, she was surprised to find that her second aunt and her family were no longer here.

After asking, I found out that they had all left on New Year's Eve.

Zhou Buqi felt that the pressure on his body was relieved instantly.

Without outsiders, getting along with each other becomes much smoother.

Together we made dumplings stuffed with chives and eggs, made a few new dishes, and had the remaining portions of fish and meat from New Year’s Eve that we could never finish in a lifetime...

A table was set up and it was very rich.

Father Wen took out a bottle of Moutai from the gift box and looked at it from side to side, as if trying to distinguish the authenticity.

Wen Minghui was a little amused, "Don't worry, my brother-in-law can still give you fake wine?"

Zhou Buqi heard this and said with a smile: "Uncle, you can keep it for yourself. I drove here and I can't drink."

This is a very common sentence.

But the atmosphere in the room seemed to solidify instantly.

Father Wen and Mother Wen suddenly raised their heads and looked at him in shock.

"Xiao Zhou, can you drive?" Mother Wen couldn't help but ask.

"Ah, it will... it will open."

Zhou Buqi was a little embarrassed.

Wen Zhixia didn't want to reveal his identity, otherwise more relatives who were out of reach would come over and said with a smile: "What's wrong with knowing how to drive? Aren't all young people today like this?"

However, in this era, there was no mandatory requirement not to drive after drinking.

It’s the Spring Festival again, so it’s impossible not to drink.

After some persuasion, Zhou Buqi had a drink with the old man. Uncle Wen was older, just a few years younger than his grandfather.

He went to the countryside to become an educated youth, but later failed to complete the procedures for returning to the city, so he stayed in the countryside. He was 32 years old when he got married. Because he was well-educated, educated, and had a formal teaching job, he was very popular with the older girls in the village.

Because of the love of the younger wives, he finally chose a 17-year-old yellow girl, and two years later she gave birth to a daughter, Wen Zhixia.

As I get older, I like to talk about the past.

At the wine table, Zhou Buqi just listened to the story.

I drank two more glasses in a daze.

It has to be said that Uncle Wen has a very high level of education, and his speech is clear and logical. More importantly, because of his own experience, he hopes that his children can make life choices according to their own preferences, rather than being bound by the times or their parents.

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So even if Zhou Buqi and Wen Zhixia were in "teacher-student love", the old man would still support them.

We had lunch until two o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhou Buqi found some time and whispered to Wen Zhixia: "Come with me later."

"Isn't it good?" Wen Zhixia hesitated.

Zhou Buqi said: "It's hard to sleep alone."

"Stop coming!"

Wen Zhixia pushed him and snorted, "Go and play two games of chess with my dad."

Then, she got up and went to the kitchen to help her mother clean up the room.

"Mom, Xiao Zhou drank a little too much."

"Is it okay? I didn't see it."

"He can't drive anymore, it's too dangerous."

Mother Wen was washing the dishes and said casually: "I'll take a taxi back in a while."

Wen Zhixia bit her lip, leaned over, and lowered her voice: "Mom, I'll drive him off in a while. It's the New Year, and I haven't gone to pay his parents a New Year's greeting yet."

"Have you met his parents?"

"Um."

"Um?"

Mother Wen paused in washing the dishes and turned to look at her, meaningfully.

Wen Zhixia blushed and said, "Mom, I'll send him back and he won't come back tonight."

Mother Wen was startled, "Where do you live?"

"Let's stay at his house."

"What's this?"

"Mom~~"

"You two...you two..."

Mother Wen's voice was trembling. She thought of something, but she couldn't express it.

Wen Zhixia sighed in her heart and whispered: "Mom, when I was still a teacher, I was his, otherwise I wouldn't be able to resign from the school."

"Why don't you love yourself so much?"

Mother Wen's tone was very stern, she scolded her with wide eyes, and slammed the bowl down.

Wen Zhixia's face turned pale, and she said with tears in her eyes: "Mom, this is the capital, a big city. It's different from back home. We are in love. Isn't this... isn't this normal?"

"You can do it now, I can't control you anymore!"

After saying that, he waved his hand, ignored his daughter, and went back to the room.

Wen Zhixia was in a daze, confused and confused.

Half an hour later, she still went downstairs with Zhou Buqi.

After entering the car, Zhou Buqi quickly asked: "You are not in the right mood, what's going on?"

Wen Zhixia's eyes turned red and she shut up.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Buqi was a little anxious and reached out to hold her in his arms.

Wen Zhixia said: "My mother taught me that I don't love myself."

"Nonsense...I mean, aunt, this is nonsense. I have been chasing you for more than half a year before I finally succeeded. Isn't this called self-love? Do you know how long it took me to win over Shi Jinglin? From my statement

I am willing to accept her and get her blood in the end, which lasts only three or four days. Wu Yu has only used it for a month. If you don't love yourself, what will they say?"

"Anyway, my mother is not happy. I see her eyes are red with anger."

"hiss!"

Zhou Buqi gritted his teeth and hugged her tightly, "Don't worry, I'll handle it. I won't let you be wronged."

Then, he opened the door and got out of the car.

"Where are you going?"

Wen Zhixia was startled.

Zhou Buqi smiled and said, "Don't worry, that's my mother-in-law. I can't beat her, right?"

"Fuck you, you're not doing it right!"

"Get in the car and sit down. I'll go upstairs and say a few words and I'll be down soon."

Zhou Buqi climbed up to the fourth floor and knocked on the door.

"Xiao Zhou, did you leave something behind?"

It was Father Wen who opened the door.

Zhou Buqi smiled and said: "No, say a few words to Xiaohui. Xiaohui! Come here!"

Then, Wen Minghui came over very strangely, "Brother-in-law, what's the matter?"

Zhou Buqi said seriously: "Two things. First, the second aunt and the others came yesterday. I was too busy with work and didn't entertain them well. What about that cousin Liu... Liu..."

"Liu Wei."

"Yes, Liu Wei, isn't she looking for a job? Go back and tell your second aunt to ask her to come over and report directly to the milk tea factory. Then ask her what she means, marketing department, design department, administration department, or

It's a workshop, let her choose. They are all relatives, so she has to help where she needs to."

"Ah, oh...okay."

Wen Minghui was a little dumbfounded, and his heart was beating wildly.

Doesn't this give away the truth?

Sure enough, when I turned to look at my dad, he looked shocked.
To be continued...