They are all reborn, who will fall in love?.

Chapter 672 Paying respects to mother-in-law

After the Spring Festival, the white snow is covered with red firecrackers.

From the third to the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, I never stopped visiting relatives. Even the customer flow of the third uncle’s canteen began to increase, and he immediately started a business war with the supermarket next door.

For example, I moved all the milk, eight-treasure porridge, roast chicken, wine and other products that are often given during the New Year to the road, and wrote five big characters on the snow, milky white snow.

A passerby glanced at it inadvertently on the way to the supermarket, and then was shocked. He thought to himself: What could be so obscene? Let me take a closer look.

Then I lowered my head and thought about it for a long time, and realized that it was a misunderstanding. I also found that the goods in front of me were quite complete, so I bought it from Uncle San.

This is a cheap trick, no one believes it even if there is no dog teaching.

At this time, Jiang Qin's family had already landed in Shanghai. The driver sent by Qin's Real Estate picked them up in the car and went to his aunt's house in Shanti Villa.

Qin Jingqiu did not go to the company directly. She and Feng Shihua waited at home and asked Mother Wu to cook a table of local specialties to entertain her "in-laws".

To be honest, the relationship between their two families, this meeting in Shanghai was actually equivalent to a mutual visit between in-laws. Only Jiang Qin, talking about pure good friends, made Ms. Yuan very angry. Hit someone.

But Feng Nanshu, a slave to her husband, still wanted to stop him, not wanting Yuan Youqin to beat him up.

Yuan Youqin patted Qin Jingqiu's hand: "She is also a rich young lady now."

After Feng Nanshu's worship was over, Qin Jingqiu handed a stick of incense to Jiang Qin: "Let's go down below and burn some paper money. You can stay here to talk to Nanshu's mother."

So with the recommendation of the clerk, Jiang Qin quickly bought a suitable suit without even negotiating the price.

Jiang Qin shook his head and said it was too late, so he asked the driver to take him to the most expensive suit store.

"Her mother?"

When he came here, he actually brought a suit that he often wore. After all, he had several business banquets to attend during this trip to Shanghai. The suit was custom-made and fit him perfectly. But when he thought about going to meet Feng Nanshu's mother, , he still wants to wear a new one.

Yuan Youqin took Feng Nanshu's hand and warned her son before leaving: "If you dare to talk nonsense with Nanshu's mother and call her a good friend, you will never enter the house again."

Feng Nanshu looks very much like her mother, and she is also a stunning beauty. Her photos were taken when she was in her twenties, almost the same as Feng Nanshu now.

Feng Nanshu has lived in their home, and the family bracelet has been passed on to her, and she has also changed her words. No matter how stubborn her son is, they as parents should go and burn incense.

"Then what's my name?"

After the two parties reached an agreement, Yuan Youqin glared at Jiang Qin and said to her, "We are friends all day long, but if you can, don't go see your mother-in-law!"

Mr. Jiang couldn't bear to be angry, so he turned around and walked out with the aura of a billionaire.

Then a group of six people walked up the stairs step by step, and finally came to No. 606 in Area B, where they laid out the tributes they brought one by one.

At this time, the little rich woman was kneeling in front of the tombstone, looking at the woman on the tombstone, and said to her heart, Mom, I brought my big bear here to show you whether it is handsome or not.

She is also a good friend. Anyway, as long as Jiang Qin doesn't want her, she is willing to do anything.

"The eldest lady is actually not very accurate. When my partners mention Nan Shu to me, they will call her Mrs. Jiang."

The suit, and the one with a fucking human skin mask.

"No."

"I ran away from home!"

"What are you going to do?"

Jiang Qin hummed and went out. He took a taxi on the road and asked the driver where he could buy a suit that would make him look like Yanzu when he put it on. However, the driver was embarrassed and scratched his head while driving.

"That's really something you should go and see. After all, Nan Shu also calls me mom."

The next morning, the sky was a bit gloomy in the distance, and the family drove to Qiushui Cemetery in two cars.

And Jiang Qin was standing behind, reaching out and stroking her hair, his eyes were rarely mischievous.

"Call me aunt, but never say "ho". My good friend's mother, I am Jiang Qin, Feng Nanshu's good friend."

Qin Jingqiu originally wanted to scare Jiang Qin, but her niece became anxious first, and it was difficult for her to hold back.

Jiang Qin stood next to Feng Nanshu in a suit and tie, looking at the photos on the tombstone. The image of the little rich mother's mother gradually became clear in his mind.

However, the driver still sincerely suggested that Jiang Qin go to an old shop in Shanghai to customize a set. After all, tailoring it to the body would be more suitable.

In fact, the biggest protagonist of this worship ceremony is Jiang Qin, because everyone knows that this is to let Nan Shu's mother see who will eventually marry her precious daughter.

"His uncle said that during the Chinese New Year, let's go and see Nan Shu's mother as a family, right?"

Qin Jingqiu looked at Yuan Youqin and said softly: "Actually, if Lin Xian's life is better, our Nan Shu will really be a rich lady."

Jiang Qin opened his mouth and said to himself, "You are really my mother. Do you know all my tricks?"

Jiang Qin asked his aunt before and found out that she died of cancer. There was no other reason. She was simply a woman with a bad life.

"It's not the stepmother, it's Nan Shu's biological mother."

At this moment, Feng Shihua leaned into Qin Jingqiu's ear and whispered. Then Qin Jingqiu pursed her lips and pulled Jiang Qin, Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong to the corner of the living room.

"Every time Nan Shu comes, she will cry here for a long time. She can't remember Lin Xian clearly, but she misses her mother very much."

Although Mr. Jiang is still a million points away from Daniel Wu, his figure is still very good and his curves are very standard. It is not difficult to choose a suitable one.

Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong looked at each other with this idea in mind.

Before Jiang Qin could answer, Feng Nanshu refused seriously: "There is nothing better."

"Jiang Qin said this when he was in the news, right? This kid is still doing some human things."

To be honest, Jiang Qin is really irritating in terms of his harsh words. It's no wonder that Yuan Youqin wants to beat him. Even Qin Jingqiu wants to beat him.

"Jiang Qin, if you don't want our Nanshu, I will ask someone to find a better one for Nanshu. Don't regret it."

Yuan Youqin said nothing, stepped down the steps, took Feng Nanshu to meet Qin Jingqiu, and carried the gold, silver and paper money to the incinerator.

At this time, the wind was howling in the sky, and the cold wind was blowing straight into the sky. It felt cool to the core, and even the surrounding pines and cypresses were swaying.

Jiang Qin lit the incense in his hand, inserted it into the incense burner in front of the tombstone, knelt down and kowtowed six times to the rhythm of dong dong dong dong, dong, dong.

"When we worship our elders, we usually kowtow four times."

"However, because you may not be able to attend the best friend ceremony, I kowtowed six times, and the remaining two kowtowed in advance, one was for paying homage to Gaotang, and the other was for changing his words."

Jiang Qin straightened up and looked at the woman on the tombstone: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of her."

At this time, the entire cemetery was quiet. It seemed that only Jiang Qin's words were lingering in the wind for a long time. It seemed that everything inside was filled with disloyal feelings.