Ever since he met the dancer Jiaojiao, Han Shaoping has been running to her residence for three days or two. After redeeming himself with the 30,000 yuan he had accumulated last time, Han Shaoping came to Jiaojiao's residence with the remaining 10,000 yuan.

"Jiaojiao, there's only so much money left."

"I still have it here." Jiaojiao found a bag of fruit from the closet, untied the layers of cloth, and inside was a small tin box with a bundle of money wrapped around it. Counting more than 10,000 yuan.

Han Shaoping pushed away: "No, how can I ask for your money"

"Why not, I praised this money for redemption. Now that you have redeemed me, it's useless for me to ask for so much money." As she spoke, Jiaojiao's eyes also turned red.

Looking at the colorful paper, Han Shaoping pushed and shoved: "Keep this money for you, it's not easy for you to praise this money. I'll find a way to get the money from the house." Comforting Jiaojiao, Han Shaoping left the house.

Fang's house, there are two stone lions in front of the gate, as white as snow robes. The copper bell-like eyes are wide open, and the exaggerated arc on the mouth is terrifying.

After honking the horn, an elderly servant came out, saw Han Shaoping's car, opened the door, and when the car slowly drove in, he closed the door again.

"Aunt, aunt." Before entering the hall, Han Shaoping shouted loudly.

Hearing her nephew's voice, Han Juan walked out of the room with her hair on the temples.

"What's the matter, Shaoping?"

Seeing that her nephew was silent, Han Juan glanced at the servants next to her and waved them away.

"Aunt, I want to borrow some money from you." Han Shaoping said anxiously.

Han Juan looked at him. In the past few years, it was his nephew who managed the business in an orderly manner. He was a rare talent. How much to borrow? she asked.

"500,000." When Han Juan heard this, she was taken aback: "Why do you want so much money?"

"buy house"

"Buy a house, you don't live well here, what kind of house do you buy." Although my brother in the countryside is not rich, he also has a big house.

"I want to marry Jiaojiao."

I heard from my son that he found a good friend in a dance hall. I thought it was just for fun, but I didn't think it was serious, so I said: "Shaoping, Fengchen women can play, how can it be serious? Another day, my aunt will give it to you. Introduce a dignified and beautiful girl."

"I don't want it! I just like her" Han Shaoping argued: "Dancing girls are also human, and Jiaojiao is also forced. She has a very pitiful background."

"Poor?" Han Juan sneered: "The dancer doesn't say that he is pitiful? To gain other people's sympathy is to seek more self-interest!"

"Aunt!" At this time, Han Shaoping was almost angry, and refrained from seeing the other party as his elder.

"She's not like that! We really love each other!"

Thinking of playing bridge with several wives, Han Juan eased her sigh: "Shaoping, you should marry a serious girl anyway. If you bring a dancer home, our Han family's face will be put there?"

"Aunt, now we are talking about the era of free love and independent marriage." Han Shaoping said softly. He grew up under the care of his aunt, who was like a second mother in his heart.

"In any era, parents have to agree." It's not that she doesn't care about this child, she knows that her younger brother has been pursuing "everything is inferior, only education is high." People who regard money as dung, and say nothing to them Married, I'm afraid that the time will be disturbed, and the family will be lost.

"Then you have asked your father, as long as your father agrees, I will lend it to you."

Seeing the back of his aunt leaving, Han Shaoping was furious.

One meter of gold and sunshine came in from the lattice windows in the corner of the room, and Jiaojiao lying on the bed opened her sleepy eyes. Time flies so fast, a week has passed in a blink of an eye. The days when didn't go to work in the dance hall were all accompanied by Han Shaoping, and the days were also enjoyable.

Stretching, Jiaojiao came to the mirror, Han Shaoping said in the morning that she would surprise her, and now she should dress up.

Looking at the self in front of him, a pair of watery eyes, although not a beautiful lady, but also apricot face and peach cheeks, very moving. Opened the vanity case, lip tinted paper, and sipped a few times with her lips, and her slightly white lips immediately became extremely glamorous. Putting rouge on his face and cheeks, the whole person becomes enchanting.

"Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, open the door."

Hearing Han Shaoping's voice, he put down the rouge in his hand and opened the door. Seeing her, Han Shaoping hugged her. Jiaojiao struggled and said, afraid that someone would see her, she twisted herself into the back room.

Seeing how unhappy Han Shaoping looked, Jiao Yao frowned and asked, "It's about money..."

"Didn't you say, your aunt..." Jiaojiao frowned.

"My aunt, she doesn't want to lend it to us..., sigh, leave it alone! In short, I will let you live a good life in the future."

Jiaojiao sticks to it like a coquettish: "I'll take care of it!"

"I'll get the money," Han Shaoping said in a low voice, "I want to fiddle with the ledger."

"What?" Meng Jiaojiao was taken aback when she heard these words. If she was found to be false, she would be imprisoned.

Seeing Jiaojiao's surprised eyes, Han Shaoping stretched out his arms and put her in his arms, and said, "What are you afraid of, my uncle and the others won't find out. Besides, this person is neither rich nor rich, and his horses are not fertile. I am too. For the sake of our future. When I save enough money, we will leave here."

"Didn't we buy a house?"

"I've figured it out in the past few days. It's better to buy a house than to exchange gold bars." Han Shaoping stroked her shoulders and said, "Now there's a lot of war, and when the war started that day, this house is worthless. With gold bars, we You can go to Hong Kong."

A temporarily new term jumped in Jiaojiao's heart: "Hong Kong?"

Han Shaoping looked at her with pity, just wanting to live a peaceful life with the person in front of him.

Jiaojiao looked worried: "What if your uncle and the others find out about making fake accounts?"

"You can rest assured, I have no problem doing things." Han Shaoping patted his chest and said, "Baby, come and kiss one!" Suddenly, the room was filled with the smell of chaos.

After meeting Zhou Ning, Fang Zihao was no longer interested in the women around him. In order to make good friends with him, he tried his best.

Early this morning, he came to the gate of Shanghai Girls' High School. Seeing Fang Wenyu walking out of the school, he hurriedly asked, "Brother, I thought about teaching at the school, did you tell the principal?"

Fang Zihao looked at the romantic younger brother in front of him and knew what he was thinking, but shook his head helplessly and said, "Zihao, this school is no better than the outside where you can't make trouble. I didn't mention this to the principal. "

"What?!" Fang Zihao, full of confidence, grabbed his brother's collar and asked, "Why didn't you tell me? The first time I begged you, you didn't help. You like her too, right?"

Fang Wenyu broke his brother's hand away and said, "Zihao, calm down, this is a school after all, it is a place where people take people as the foundation and promote justice and unity. What can you bring to the students here? Zhou Ning is a good girl, I will never let you touch her!"

"You white-eyed wolf, eat from our family, use our family's, and dare to speak to me in such a tone!" Fang Zihao shouted loudly: "I want to break up with you! You picked wild bastard."

Fang Zihao's words made him stunned, did he really pick it up?

"What do you mean? Say it again."

"I said that you are just a picked wild ****, stay away from our house." After that, he drove away in a small car. Fang Wenyu frowned, looked at the dust raised behind the car, sighed and turned to leave.