Qin Yirou smiled when she heard that Qin Fangfang was coming back.
Qin Fangfang was the only one in Qin Yirou's generation who managed to get into university. Even among her peers, Qin Fangfang's grades were the best.
Not to mention now, in Qin Yirou's generation, the number of people who managed to get into university could be counted with one's fingers.
Therefore, in the past, the villagers all had the feeling that "whoever's child could get into university was a talent".
Qin Fangfang was undoubtedly a talent. She got into a famous university in another province and settled down there after graduation.
In the end, she even met a rich boyfriend and got married in another province. She rarely came back.
Qin Fangfang, on the other hand, was the closest to Qin Yirou among the Qins.
The two sisters were so close that they could talk about anything.
However, Qin Fangfang went to university, worked, and got married, so she did not have time to come back.
Therefore, their relationship faded as time passed.
When Zhang Meihua heard that her youngest daughter was going back home to visit her parents, she was all smiles.
Her youngest daughter had always been her pride.
She was good at her studies when she was young. Not only did she get into a famous university, she even married a rich man! Oh my, it was said that he was worth millions!
His family could even afford to drive a car!
In this era, those who could afford to drive a car were definitely from a rich family.
"Honk, honk, honk!" Not long after, the sound of a car horn came from outside the door.
Zhang Meihua heard it and ran out immediately.
Qin Yirou pulled Yun Jian and followed Zhang Meihua and the rest out.
At this moment, they saw a black Santana outside the door, honking as it drove over.
Hearing the honking along the way, some of the neighbors who were at home for a blind date ran out and looked at it with envy.
Someone even pointed at the Santana and shouted, "Look, it's a car. Rich people!"
In this era, it was rare to see a car in a small town like Xinjiang Town.
Even if there was a car, it would only be driven back by the rich who went out to work.
In the entire town, there were probably only one or two families who could afford to drive a car.
Therefore, when Zhang Meihua heard the neighbors' praises, her face was full of smiles and pride.
That was her son-in-law's car!
The sedan was also honking loudly as it drove all the way to the door.
The passenger door of the car opened, and a fashionably dressed woman got out of the Santana.
"Mom! Sis! You're all here! "The woman saw Zhang Meihua and Qin Yirou and shouted in surprise.
This fashionably dressed woman was undoubtedly Qin Fangfang, Qin Yirou's sister and Yun Jian's aunt.
She looked happy just a moment's to come back. She frowned, her face, who was just radiant just now, instantly, her face, her face, her face, who was just just now, she was to, who was just a moment ago, she was''s, she, who was just a moment ago, she.
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"No, it's the same as the last time I saw you!" Qin Yirou chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension.
"You have to take good care of yourself!" Qin Fangfang consoled Qin Yirou.
She then noticed Yun Jian who was standing beside Qin Yirou. She took a few glances at Yun Jian and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, is this Xiao Jian? You've grown so big! "
"Xiao Jian, this is your aunt. Quick, greet her." Qin Yirou nudged Yun Jian with a smile.
Yun Jian had a good impression of Qin Fangfang when she saw how well she treated Qin Yirou.
"Aunty," Yun Jian called out.
"Oh, good girl!" Qin Fangfang beamed.
"Oh my, what is this lousy place? It's so shabby. Fangfang, come over quick!" A wealthy woman in her fifties or sixties alighted from the Santana. She was dressed in branded fur and her tone was indescribably smug.
This person was Qin Fangfang's mother-in-law, Zhu Hengxiang.
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