The Koi Boss Has Grown Up Through the Ages

Five years ago, when I saw Qian Liwei and Wang Xiaoming, I didn't feel anything. At that time, everyone was still a teenager. Now they are all young. Wang Xiao is obviously more handsome, and Qian Liwei is more rounded. The two and Li Jin were still afraid and in love as before. Sitting together and wanting to talk, they were worried that the topic would make Li Jin uncomfortable, and waited for Qian Lu to speak. In the past five years, they have spent more time with Qian Lu, and they don't have to care when they talk.

"Uncle Xiaojun isn't coming today?"

"My brother doesn't know where to go on a business trip. You still expect him to come to this party? He is most afraid of sitting with his family. My mother will definitely urge him to marry him again."

After a cup of hot tea, the children chatted warmly, and Qian Liwei suppressed his brother Qian Lijun to the utmost. Qian Lijun did not know whether his business was successful or not, but he knew that his parents had more and more money. Of course, the money from his parents was given by Qian Lijun.

Qian Liwei would dare to ask his parents for money to buy high-end brand-name clothes and shoes. His parents said that he could not spend money indiscriminately, but he would still meet his demands. Qian Liwei has the money to invite female classmates to watch movies and eat out, and often pays for Wang Xiaoming to buy study materials and audio-visual products.

Although Qian Liwei spent the money earned by his brother Qian Lijun, he always looked down on his brother's identity. He had to have a company to do business. .

"Then you can tell your brother."

Li Jin felt that there was nothing that could not be said between the brothers, but Qian Liwei pouted and said that he would play the piano to the cow.

"It's also a skill to make money, as long as you don't do bad things. Uncle Xiaowei, if you can contact Uncle Dajun to help me talk to him, my classmate is still waiting for him to reply, he can't just disappear like this and ignore my classmate. Ignore it."

Qian Lu wasted no time in helping his classmates get a chance to contact Qian Lijun. Qian Liwei clicked his lips again, turned his face and smiled awkwardly at Qian Lu:

"You don't know yet, every day in my family, little girls call to find my brother. My parents and my mother ask them if they are my brother's girlfriends, and they say no. Do your classmates admit that they are my brother's girlfriends? If your classmate admits it is, then she can ask my parents to decide, and my parents will definitely ask my brother to give your classmate an explanation."

Qian Liwei has learned to be smart, so he threw the hot potato back to Qian Lu. If the woman felt unwilling, she could ask his parents to talk. He didn't want to be a speaker, and he wouldn't do anything that didn't help.

Qian Liwei's life creed is to deal with things that harm others and benefit themselves as appropriate, and resolutely not intervene in things that harm others and not benefit themselves.

The young people chatted enthusiastically, and the elders talked even more happily. Qian Laosan's wife and Wang Guizhen haven't seen each other for a long time. They hold hands and refuse to put it down. They insist that Wang Guizhen come to her house and try the yellow rice cake she just learned to make. The ingredients for making yellow rice cakes in the city are much more demanding than in the countryside. There are several kinds of finely chopped dried nuts just sprinkled on the yellow rice cakes.

Wang Guizhen declined with a smile. Now both sisters-in-law have more money than her, so she is happy for them.

At this moment, the waiter in cheongsam opened the door, and Qian Liguo walked in.

Seeing the people walking in behind Qian Liguo, everyone was stunned.

Qian Liguo did not bring his daughter-in-law, Ma Ling, behind him was a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl, wearing a white lace dress, with a dark red velvet bow tied on her long black hair, she stopped when she entered the door. He looks like he's taking a curtain call on the stage.