The Heroine’s Route is Wrong

Zhao Qingzhuo still got three thousand yuan from Zhao's father, and he felt better.

Of course, Zhao Qingyi gave the money to her parents. Zhao Qingzhuo felt that she wanted to spend money, and her parents had to give it, and Zhao Qingyi had to give it to her parents.

However, she wouldn't thank her, Zhao Qingyi didn't care about her at all, otherwise Zhao Qingyi is so rich now, so why humiliate her like that.

Not to mention these.

However, in the afternoon, after Zhao Qingyi and Team Yang talked about the depressing things in their hearts, Team Yang comforted her and packed her things obediently.

It was more than four o'clock before leaving for Wangdong Mansion District, where Team Yang grew up when he was a child.

Zhao Qingyi came to this Xiaohewan area, which is an old area for the rich, with a private art gallery and former residences of celebrities next to it, and the villas are full of pre-liberation atmosphere in the last century.

Zhao Qingyi was also surprised when he stepped into the Shi's apartment. Just like a courtyard in Beijing is worth hundreds of millions of dollars, if there is such an apartment and villa in Jiangzhou, the family property is also calculated with billions.

No wonder Yang Peng said that their family was a little small, and he grew up in such a place when he was a child.

Zhao Qingyi looked at the furnishings in this apartment and said: "There are really not many Baroque apartments left over from the last century."

Yang Peng said: "It was repaired a few years ago, but it turned out to be quite old."

Zhao Qingyi Haha, Yang Peng explained: "I...I am not a rich man, I am just a policeman."

Zhao Qingyi:...

Shi Jingru, who had just gone to the wine cellar, had a bottle of Kande in her hand, and said with a smile: "You are here, why are you still standing when you come home?"

Zhao Qingyi only glanced at it and said with a smile: "Oh, mother-in-law, Kandi, who opened in 2002 today, is of very good quality this year, and it is very rare!"

Shi Jingru's eyes lit up and said, "Qingyi has a really good vision! We got this bottle in 2002, and two bottles in 2004 and 2006 were incomparable."

Zhao Qingyi said: "There are still 2004 and 06, the quality in 2005 is very good."

"Uh, this isn't... I drank it last year. It was Pengpeng and his maternal grandfather who were greedy, and drank it with an old friend of his."

"Very generous."

Shi Jingru smiled and said, "We, Shi Jiazu, started a foreign trade, and it's just a little hobby."

Zhao Qingyi haha, and then looked at Yang Peng who was embarrassed. Yang Peng said, "Usually...Grandpa is still very frugal. It turned out that our house was intended to be donated when a public-private partnership was established, but it was later returned to us."

"Understood, I understand."

Shi Jingru looked at the salute they brought, and shouted, "Xiao Zhang, help Pengpeng and the others move the salute upstairs!"

The driver and helper at home came over and said, "Master, let me come."

Pengpeng, who was beaten at the scene, twitched his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I'll come by myself, I will take Yiyi upstairs and stroll around."

Yang Peng saluted with one hand, and walked upstairs with his wife in the other. At this time, Shi Yonghuai and Yang Chaohui went for a walk after a nap, while Shi Jingru and the chef were preparing dinner.

Yang Peng's room is not small, it has been cleaned up. After putting the salute away, Yang Peng said, "This is... the house uploaded by the ancestor, not mine."

Zhao Qingyi nodded: "Yes, you don't want it either, it's just that the ancestors have money."

"I... I was completely independent when I was in college. My family didn't pamper me, it's not what you think. I'm not the kind of tyrant who can overturn the clouds and rain. I'm not familiar with that kind of people, and I know a lot. He is a civil servant in the public security political and legal system."

A person who pretends to be so handsome, who knows that there is still a mine in the house, and others thought she had climbed him up high. Fortunately, she can still feel at ease without the money of his family. She has seen a lot of family circumstances of this level before. He wondered how it would be so difficult to find a pure gray boy who was good in all aspects.

Zhao Qingyi said: "Okay, I can't return the goods."

This man's name can also deceive people. The name of her husband is so passer-by, it is not like the name of the young master at all. He just has a protagonist's face, but I think a criminal policeman is at best a person in the basic civil service system.

Zhao Qingyi didn't look at his pitiful appearance, but his eyes lit up when he saw the hollow luxurious Tang sword on the display shelf in his room. She can't open the space, and she doesn't use all the things she collected before, including antiques and various firearms.

"Oh...I haven't had time to buy one for fun, it's so beautiful~~"

Zhao Qingyi drew out the sword, only to see the forged pattern on the sword body, like mountains and rivers.

"This is Longquan Jianna, hand-forged with soil steel and woolen iron, and quenched with Qixing well water."

Yang Peng said: "When I went to a classmate's house over there to play in college, I bought a collection. Wife~ I will give it to you if you like it!"

Zhao Qingyi glanced at him and said, "It was originally mine, and you are all mine."

Team Yang couldn't wait for her to come to the post, so he took the initiative to get closer, hugged and kissed her face for a long time, then kissed the delicate lips, holding her body tightly, and kissing her with enthusiasm.

Still hearing the sound of someone's footsteps, the two people separated and trimmed their hair.

Shi Yonghuai appeared at the door of the room and said with a smile: "I'm back! It's time to go home and stay for a while."

Before, Yang Peng also deliberately brought her over, but Zhao Qingyi said that he would let the two elders meet first, and the two sides would basically negotiate. In Zhao Qingyi's opinion, Yang Peng's small apartment is their home. They can do whatever they like, and this is the home of the elders. It is better to come back after approval.

"Grandpa. I heard that you like Hubi, I found you a good set of sheep's hairs!"

Speaking of asking Yang Peng to open the salute and take out the presents, this kind of people, it is not that she can please bring two kinds of flowers to please, it is very elegant and interesting, fortunately the manager was a bit elegant before.

Shi Yonghuai looked at it as a limited edition of X Yipin Penzhuang, and that sheep's hair was made of white goat wool. The wool was white like jade, uniform in thickness, sharp, uniform, round, and healthy. He couldn't help feeling happy.

"Yiyi has vision."

Zhao Qingyi smiled and said: "I usually like to be vassal and elegant, and I can barely write a few strokes."

Shi Yonghuai said: "Then you are better than Pengpeng."

"Pengpeng is not bad. He writes well with his pen. Pengpeng said that you need to teach you when you are young. If you learn the fur, you can fool many people outside."

Shi Yonghuai smiled and said: "There are still some time left and right to leave the meal, let's go to the study to sit and sit, I still have something to collect."

"Ahhh, then I have to have a long experience."

Shi Yonghuai’s study room is still an suite on the second floor. The things inside are like a small museum combining Chinese and Western styles. The phonographs and celadon vases from the last century are conspicuous, and the little gadgets on the display shelf, Pear Flower Guanyin, are not conspicuous. Wood carving, copper tiger button paperweight, double-sided small embroidered screen, etc.

"Wow, is this a Jun kiln in the Yuan Dynasty?"

Shi Yonghuai looked at the incense burner and said with a smile: "Like? A friend of mine made this as a gift for me, imitated'Xiao Song's self-made'."

"It's super cool!" Zhao Qingyi looked around, really like it.

Shi Yonghuai said: "I really can't put it in such a conspicuous place."

Zhao Qingyi looked at a few words on the wall. The original owner hadn't had much contact with calligraphy and painting, so there was no relevant memory, otherwise she should be able to see that it was a celebrity in contemporary painting and calligraphy.

But seeing a large calligraphy hanging on one of the walls inside, Zhao Qingyi looked up, smiled and said, "Grandpa's seal is pretty good!"

Shi Yonghuai said triumphantly: "Does Yiyi know Dazhuan too?"

"I only know a little bit, Mr. Guo has already translated this article.'My car is both working, my horse is the same, my car is good, my horse is fu'... Doesn't Master Wu Changshuo love to write stone drum inscriptions with sheep's hair? It's a self-contained faction, and Grandpa had this kind of elegance."

Shi Yonghuai was happier, and only waved his hand and said, "Where can I compare with the master?"

Zhao Qingyi smiled and said: "The sheep's hair is soft, and it is difficult for people with real skills to control it. I saw the grandpa's character showing the essence of the stone drum writing, and the Tibetan front brush strokes are also made in one go, so that it has such a rounded vigor and uniform structure. The stone drum writing is just like that. Pay attention to the'square in the circle, the vigorous character without losing the style of Chu Chu, showing the aggressiveness of the overlord.' Grandpa is definitely not an amateur level."

Shi Yonghuai said again: "It's too good. I am embarrassed to say that."

Zhao Qingyi's exaggeration is enough to coax the old man, and she has never met an old man who is much harder than Shi Yonghuai. It depends on whether she is happy and in the mood.

This kind of people is not to say that Bibi is a luxury product. It is inevitable to be arty on an economic basis and seek spiritual food.

Zhao Qingyi said again: "Grandpa, let's write a few more words when we have time. I feel calmer after smelling this ink fragrance."