Chapter 308 Trapped in Love
Zhou Zixu sat on the armrest of the chair, put his arm around her shoulders and rocked her. His aunt had loved him the most since he was a child, and he believed that she would definitely help him.
"Are you serious this time?"
Zhou Yanhong felt dizzy after being shaken by her nephew. She looked up at him. This boy must be a man of few moments' enthusiasm. He had pursued girls in the art troupe before, but he withdrew as soon as the girls became interested.
Because of this, she often grabbed her nephew's ears and scolded him, but all she got was a perfunctory response with a frivolous smile.
"Aunt, this time it's more real than gold. I like her and will definitely marry her, but she doesn't like me yet! You have to help me."
Zhou Zixu looked sad and miserable, as if he was a lovesick man trapped in love.
"Pfft, stop it, don't pretend to be me. I'll report this to my leader. Do you have the village's certificate?"
Zhou Yanhong burst out laughing when she saw Zhou Zixu's appearance. In her heart, he was just a child who never grew up.
As long as he is serious this time, I will just trouble him a little and help run errands.
"Yes, I'm ready. Look, the big red seal."
When Zhou Zixu saw that his aunt agreed, he hurriedly took out the certificate from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Yanhong like a treasure.
"Okay, I'll report this to my boss. What the hell is this girl doing? She just remembered to change her last name after the notice has come down."
Zhou Yanhong took the certificate but couldn't help complaining.
"Aunt, this happened suddenly, please help me."
Zhou Zixu just smiled and didn't tell anyone what happened to Lu Sihui. If his aunt knew that she had a father like that, she would definitely not let him be with her.
"Okay! But Zixu, my aunt doesn't have a big family background, but she's a country girl, will she have some bad habits? Also, as far as I know, country girls don't have much education, don't you think she's not a good match for you?"
Zhou Yanhong hopes that her nephew will think it over carefully. She has seen the girl before. She is very cold and seems difficult to control. Will it be difficult for her nephew to get along with such a personality?
Also, who are the people in the family? Rural areas are generally very poor nowadays. If they knew their daughter married a leader's family, wouldn't they go to the door to cause trouble?
By then, it will be a bottomless pit that can never be filled and will cause endless troubles.
"If you don't have any education, you can learn. Sihui learns everything quickly. I believe she is the most suitable person for me."
When Zhou Zixu mentioned Lu Sihui's name, his bright peach blossom eyes shone with a special glow, full of love, which is the unique expression of people in love.
Zhou Yanhong looked at her nephew intently. He had really grown up. The girl was quite charming. She could make this playboy in the military compound settle down and fall in love with her wholeheartedly.
While Zhou Zixu was busy getting Lu Sihui the notice, over at the Zhao family, Zhao Yaozu was beating his daughter Zhao Yuying with a belt all over the room.
"I made you mean bad things to me. I made you learn bad things. Today, I, Zhao Yaozu, was scolded by a brat. It's embarrassing for you to be a father."
"Dad, it has nothing to do with me."
Zhao Yuying cried and hid behind her mother. She was scared half to death in the back mountain. She finally got through it and thought she was fine. But she didn't expect her father to come back and beat her hard.
This was the first time that she was beaten like this by her father since she was a child. The girl wanted to save face, but she didn’t dare to cry out loud, so she could only run away with her head in her hands and hide behind her mother.
Zhou Guilan hurriedly protected the child behind her. She was terrified. It was the first time that Zhao Yaozu got so angry.
"Her father, why do you beat the child like that? Yuying did something wrong, you can't listen to other people's nonsense."
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