Hai Tong Zhan Yin works

Chapter 33

    

e is a successful man.as long as he wants, he can easily get a beautiful young girl to be his mistress."I'll leave him alone now. Let's talk about it when we get a job."Hai Ling feels that the most im...Chapter 33

wandered around the market for two hours before coming back.

is accustomed to Zhanyin, who has a luxury car to walk around. Even if he exercises at ordinary times, he is also a person who has practiced kung fu, but he accompanied Haitong to the market for two hours and had to be responsible for picking up vegetables. He felt very tired.

I would rather have endless documents and meetings than go shopping with women at the vegetable market.

when the car was parked, Haitong received a call from the old lady Zhan before she got off the bus.

"Hai Tong, are you at home We're downstairs. "

Hai Tong said with a smile, "Grandma, we just got back from going to the market. You wait for us downstairs. We'll be there soon."

"did you and Ah Yin go to the market"

the old lady listened happily and thought to herself that her indifferent and arrogant grandson was willing to put down her posture and accompany Haitong to go to the vegetable market.

tell him to pretend to be poor, or let him live a normal life.

"well, let's buy some food."

"A Yin is usually busy with his work, so most of them have never visited the vegetable market, so he should take him around. Hai Tong, you should let A Yin carry things for you. He has great strength. Don't tire yourself."

Zhan Yin: grandma, who is your real grandson

after getting out of the car, Haitong listened to the phone with his cell phone in one hand, opened the door of the back seat of the car in the other, leaned in, took down a small folding cart from the car, and signaled Zhan Yin to pull the rickshaw away.

"Grandma, don't worry, I won't tire myself."

the rickshaw is not big enough. She buys too many vegetables and fruits to put it down. The rest is carried by Zhan Yin. She is relaxed from beginning to end and is not tired at all.

"Grandma, let's go over there now."

"OK, see you later."

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the old lady hung up on her own initiative.

Hai Tong stuffed her phone back into her trouser pocket, pushed the trolley and said to Zhan Yin, who was not free in both hands, "Mr. Zhan, come on, Grandma, they are downstairs, waiting for us."

Zhan Yin walked side by side with her, quietly reminding her: "in front of my grandma, don't call me Mr. Zhan, call me Zhan Yin."

"OK."

is just a title, and Haitong won't worry about it.

soon, the old lady and they saw the young couple coming back.

Hai Tong pushes a small rickshaw, which is filled with vegetables, drinks and fruits she buys. Then the best man of their generation is with large bags and small bags on both sides. The couple walk side by side. The picture is quite harmonious.

"poof--"

Zhan Yan, the ninth young master of the war family, is 15 years younger than Zhan Yin. He is still a high school student. He is not strong enough. Seeing this, he giggled.

for as long as he can remember, what he fears most is his eldest cousin, whose expression is serious and his discipline is very strict. In his impression, his eldest brother is always cold, arrogant and dust-free, and they are like ordinary people in his eyes.

I didn't expect that my eldest brother would become an ordinary man one day.

"Nine!"

the old lady called Lao Jiu, and she smiled at her own eyebrows. She felt that it was not without merit for Zhan Yin to hide her true identity and examine Hai Tong's character, or at least let them see the other side of Zhan Yin.

"Grandma, I can't help it. Let me laugh a little longer."

Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Sister-in-law should let my eldest brother have a chicken in his left hand, a duck in his right hand, and a fat doll on her back."

all:e were having sex. "Zhan Yin's eyes were full of smiles. "I thought you didn't remember it at all." Honey, I've pawned an antidote for you, so you have to thank me well. "Haitong: ". That son of a bit...