Chapter 417 Zhang Zhan wants to leave without saying goodbye again



Since Dawei and Xiaoyong didn't come back, Qiao Yu called them and said a few words to them.

After the Spring Festival Gala, people came to visit one after another.

I thought the Zhang family would go bankrupt after the old man passed away, but I didn't know that the grandson-in-law of the Zhang family was so extraordinary. Even the granddaughter who came back halfway was as good as him.

The Zhang family's house was bustling with people, and the situation was almost the same as before the old man passed away.

Zhang Zhan would always stand in the study, watching the people coming and going, holding a cup of health tea in his hand, and complaining to Qiao Yu: "Look, if it weren't for you, Lao Zhou, and my second brother supporting us, would our family still be in this situation? Think back to when I was in Beijing..."

Qiao Yu let him mutter.

The muttering stopped halfway.

She looked up, "What's wrong? Who did you see?"

"Political Commissar Song is here."

Political Commissar Song brought Miao Fang to the study, and Song Lin also came, but Song Lin was pulled away by the children.

When Political Commissar Song saw Zhang Zhan, he pursed his lips tightly, and the frame of his mouth trembled for a long time before he was deeply touched and said, "Zhang Zhan."

"Old Song, how are you?"

Zhang Zhan didn't know what mission Qiao Yu was on, but he knew he was going for the Song family, so in the past three years, even though the Song family brought their children to his house, he didn't see them.

I didn't let go of the grudge until my younger sister returned home safe and sound.

The Song family was worried about the children, and he was also worried about his younger sister.

Only when both the adult and the child return safely, will the meeting between the two families not be awkward.

Qiao Yu invited Political Commissar Song and Miao Fang, "Don't just stand there, sit down quickly."

As she spoke, she said to Zhang Zhan in a venomous tone, "What are you standing there for? You should be making tea for the guests! You don't have any sense at all!"

Zhang Zhan knew that he was in the wrong and that his younger sister was still angry. Although he did not beat him again, he could not avoid being scolded by her, so he resigned himself to making tea.

Political Commissar Song and Miao Fang looked at each other.

Qiao Yu smiled and said, "I have returned the child to you unharmed. Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission."

Political Commissar Song was about to stand up and salute when Qiao Yu raised his hand to stop him, "Okay, let's not be so pretentious. Sit down. If it weren't for you, Political Commissar, protecting this useless brother of mine, who knows where he would end up eating dust."

Old Zhou was receiving other people on the first floor, and Qiao Yu and Zhang Zhan chatted with Political Commissar Song and his wife for a long time.

When night fell and it was time for dinner, Lao Zhou closed the door to welcome the guests and knocked on the study door. Only then did Qiao Yu realize that it was time for dinner.

"Brother Song, Sister Miao, please stay for a quick meal and leave after you finish eating."

Political Commissar Song didn't bother to be polite with Qiao Yu. "Okay."

After Political Commissar Song took his seat, he discovered something surprising.

It turned out to be Qiao Yuqiao, the elder sister, who was sitting in the main seat. He thought it would be the man of the family, Zhou Ze'an, who also had the highest military rank, who would sit in the main seat...

Qiao Yu started eating, and then others started eating.

After dinner, Qiao Yu chatted with Zhang Zhan for a few words before talking to Miao Fang about Song Lin.

"That child is pretty, but what he went through must have affected his mind. I saw that he barely ate a bite of food at the table. He also didn't seem to be very talkative."

Miao Fang frowned and sighed, "Yes."

Qiao Yu comforted her, "It's actually not that bad. My second child is called Zhou Wen. He is autistic. It was much more serious than your Song Lin at the beginning. In addition to not liking to talk, he was also stimulated by the environment and became closed.

Aren’t you still serving your country now? "

"How did you get better?"

Qiao Yu looked at his children and said, "It's good to be with more active people, have a warm family, and have brothers to protect you when you are outside."

Miao Fang thought the first half of the sentence made sense. But when he heard the second half, his shoulders slumped again. "His brothers are much older than him. He is still in school, and his brothers have all started working or started families. How can they protect him..."

"Little goldfish."

At Qiao Yu's command, the little goldfish immediately stood in military posture and saluted, "Here! Commander!"

"From now on, protect brother Song Lin when you are outside!"

ah?

The little goldfish glanced at Song Lin.

Ah, this little brother is quite good-looking, it’s not bad.

"Yes! Chief!"

Qiao Yu spread his hands and said smugly, "Isn't it settled? It's not a big deal."

Political Commissar Song and Miao Fang: ...

Why is it like a child's play?

Qiao Yu comforted her, "Don't worry. Our little goldfish has been the leader since she was young. She can control those older than her and lead those younger than her. Our two families should interact more often and don't become estranged because my eldest brother ran away to another province."

Zhang Zhan touched his nose again.

Why do you always make innuendos about him?

That sounds weird.

Political Commissar Song saw that Qiao Yu didn't seem to be joking, so he agreed.

Qiao Yu was not joking either.

Why do some people always say that only those you make in high school are your true friends? Because the more social or powerful you are, the harder it is to meet someone who is sincere and true to you.

When material things are met, spiritual comfort can be found.

Once you have the physical thing, you want to hold on to the virtual one.

After watching Political Commissar Song and his family of three leave, Zhang Zhan found an excuse to slip away, and the others also scattered like frightened birds.

Qiao Yu and Lao Zhou returned to the room and talked about their eldest brother.

"I bet you he'll run away in two days."

Lao Zhou: "Is this a real bet?"

"Bet!"

"What's the bet?"

"One hundred dollars!"

Hearing the rustling sound, Qiao Yu turned his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

"It's a losing game. I'll pay you first."

"..."

The next night.

Zhang Zhan wanted to leave without saying goodbye again, but Qiao Yu turned on the light and caught him.

Old Zhou, who was standing at the door and pulling the light, shrugged at his brother-in-law, saying he could do nothing to help. He successfully blocked the door and blocked Zhang Zhan's way.

You kid, wait for me!

Zhang Zhan gave Lao Zhou a look and walked towards the sofa.

Qiao Yu crossed his arms across his chest, crossed his legs, and tapped the ground with his toes, looking like he was counting down.

"Yu..."

Zhang Zhan was almost kneeling down and hugging his thighs.

But he wanted to save face, so he sat on the sofa like a young wife, a few fists away from Qiao Yu, and curled up like a quail.

"Who did you learn this from, big brother?"

"With Grandpa..."

Lao Zhou added in his heart: And you, Yu.

The whole family, young and old, loves to do this.

"Um?"

"Aren't you afraid that the farewell will be too sad?"

When Qiao Yu smiled, his white fangs were exposed. "Do you think I'm sad?"

"..." Not really.

I even felt like I was going to get beaten again the next second.

How strange.

Other people's separation is either a road of sadness or a road of tears, at the very least, thousands of words are left unsaid. But for them, one brother and sister is on the road of being beaten and the other swinging his fist...

Zhang Zhan shrank his neck, "Yu, there is no medicine on the train, you better be gentle..."

Qiao Yu punched Zhang Zhan's disfigured face.

Zhang Zhan symbolically closed his eyes.

The pain didn't subside.

He opened his eyes and saw the fist was only 0.00001 mm away from him.

Even though he's old, he's still scared.

"What time is the train?" Qiao Yu put away his fist and stood up neatly.

"Hehe, Yu, I knew you were kind and nice..."

Qiao Yu had just put on his coat when he heard this insincere compliment. He got goosebumps all over his body. "Are you still going?"

"Let's go! Let's go!"


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