Chapter 2011： return gift

Bai Wei's parents exchanged surprised looks. They thought that the Su family was just an ordinary family, but I didn't expect their family to be very rich. It's really good to have three houses.

Many families in Songcheng don’t even have a 10-square-meter pigeon cage. They are still renting houses. Three generations of a family are crowded into a 10-square-meter pigeon cage. They have to wait in line to go to the toilet.

In this way, the conditions of the Su family are really good, not worse than the Bai family.

Chang Dahong finally couldn't hold back, and said proudly: "The old house where Dan Qing's father and I live now, although it's a little smaller, has three rooms, and it's quite comfortable to live in. Ours is all included in the demolition area. Now, it seems that it will be demolished in the next few years, and then the government will allocate commercial housing, and our three-bedroom house will be awarded two sets anyway.”

The old alley next door has been demolished. Chang Dahong specially went to inquire about it. People similar to her family have divided two sets of commercial housing.

"Speaking of this, our family's Weiwei is still high." Although Mother Bai's tone was joking, it was half-truth and half-truth. Grandma Su immediately became alert and glared at Chao Chang Dahong.

Bai's family is from a scholarly family, and they are very subtle and euphemistic in their speech. When Bai's mother said this, it showed that she had a grudge in her heart. She also blamed Chang Dahong for being stupid. What did she show in front of others?

The old house hasn't been demolished yet, and even if it is demolished, the divided house is nothing. The Bai family lives in a villa with a garden, so how can it be regarded as an ordinary house.

"My mother said this, I'm ashamed to death, being able to marry Weiwei is a blessing that my family Danqing has cultivated in eight lifetimes, how can our family compare with your family's conditions, it is a little better than the ordinary people's family. A little bit, but it can’t be compared with your family, but don’t worry, Wei Wei will definitely not suffer when she gets married, she is definitely the darling of our family.”

Grandma Su spoke softly, softly, and especially pleasant, and Mother Bai's face was full of smiles. After meeting, she roughly understood the personality and temperament of the Su family.

The mother-in-law is often very simple-minded. She doesn't have much of a city, and she likes to put on airs. However, this kind of person is easy to deal with and can be coaxed around with a few good words. Moreover, it is not a big problem that her daughter and her in-laws do not live together.

Sultan Qing's father didn't have to worry. He was silent from beginning to end. He was an honest and loyal man, and he would definitely not care about his daughter-in-law.

As for Grandma Su, she is the real head of the Su family, with scheming and means, but this grandma is sensible obviously will not interfere with the lives of her grandson and grandson-in-law.

Therefore, after the daughter is married, there should be no problem in living, and she can still rest assured.

The more the two families talked, the more opportunistic they became. Grandma Su and Mother Bai were like good sisters who had not seen each other for many years. They chatted very affectionately, and no one else could get in. Tang Xiaonan had to eat snacks, and before she knew it, she was full of tea, and her stomach was full. So full.

"I'll call you in a few days. Let's go to Master Luo to test the horoscope. We must pick a good day." Grandma Su said with a smile.

"Okay, I have nothing to do at home anyway." Mother Bai also smiled Yan Yan.

Bai's father took out two paintings from the big bag he brought, which were his own proud works, and were going to give Huo Jinzhi a return gift.

"This is my own graffiti work, Xiao Huo don't dislike it."

Father Bai handed two paintings to Huo Jinzhi. He was going to send one, but he also received the news that the foreign painter was terminally ill. His life has entered the countdown, and the value of the paintings has naturally turned over. Several times, it would be too shabby to send one.