The young woman cried and said, "I don't want to shout at you, I just want to reason with you!"

"The four years when I was in college were not easy, and all the living expenses had to be earned by myself."

"But I'm a girl, my health is not very good, and I often get sick, so the little money I earn from working part-time is not enough."

"At school, if Sun Hongwei hadn't been helping me to take care of me, I might not have graduated from college at all! I might have starved to death!"

"Sun Hongwei knew my family situation at that time, but he has never disliked me, so as long as he is willing to marry, I am willing to marry, even if there is no gift of a penny, I am still willing to marry!"

The middle-aged man scolded angrily: "You bastard, do you think you can decide the dowry? Do you think the dowry is for you? The dowry is for your brother to buy a house. My child, this is the money we need to carry on our old Zhang family! If you don�t have a penny of dowry and just get married like this, aren�t you going to force me and your mother to die?�

The young girl said stubbornly: "No matter what, I will marry Sun Hongwei today, even if I take a taxi to Jinling to marry him, or even walk to marry him, I will marry him!"

There was a crisp sound of snap.

The middle-aged man scolded angrily: "I'll kill you shameless loser! You slapped your ass and left, leaving our family of three here. We only have a 30-year-old house. How can we pay for it in the future? Your brother married and had children?"

As soon as Xiao Churan heard that there was a move upstairs, he immediately pulled Ye Chen and said, "Let's go there quickly!"

Originally, Xiao Churan also felt that it was really inappropriate for the family of four to argue at home as an outsider, and it was somewhat embarrassing to go upstairs now.

But when she heard the action upstairs, she couldn't care less about that.

The husband and wife hurried up to the fifth floor, and Xiao Churan immediately slapped on the door of Room 501.

After a while.

A brisk young man opened the door, looked at Xiao Churan and Ye Chen warily: "Who are you two looking for?"

Xiao Churan said: "Are you Xiaofeng? I am Xiao Churan, your sister's high school classmate. Do you remember me?"

When the young man heard this, he immediately said in surprise, "Oh, it's Miss Churan! Of course I remember you! Miss Churan, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are more beautiful than before!"

Seeing the hot eyes of this boy looking at his wife, Ye Chen felt a little dissatisfied, and asked Xiao Churan, "Wife, who is this little brother?"

Xiao Churan introduced: "This is Zhang Xiaofeng, the younger brother of my high school classmate Zhang Xiaoman."

After finishing speaking, he introduced to Zhang Xiaofeng: "Xiaofeng, this is my husband Yechen."

"Husband?" Zhang Xiaofeng asked in surprise: "Sister Churan, are you married?"

Xiao Churan nodded and said with a smile: "I've been married for more than three years, where is your sister? Are you at home?

At this time, a girl with red five finger marks on her face came over, pretended to smile and said, "Chu Ran, you are here!"

This girl is also quite beautiful in appearance and has a good figure. She can definitely be regarded as upper-middle class.

It's just that the girl is wearing a very cheap wedding dress, and it can even be seen that the lace part of the wedding dress is a little off.

Another couple, a man and a woman, walked out of the room. The couple seemed to be in their early fifties, and their expressions were very cold. Looking at Xiao Churan, they asked Zhang Xiaoman: "Who are these two people? Are they here?" What are you doing?"

Zhang Xiaoman said: "Chu Ran is my high school classmate, she has been to our house before, but you two may have forgotten."

Xiao Churan said politely: "Hello, uncle and aunt. By the way, I haven't introduced you yet. This is my husband Ye Chen."

Ye Chen nodded slightly at the family, but did not speak.

The middle-aged woman asked suspiciously: "Xiaoman, what do they mean by coming to our house?" JrNovels.com