After chatting about things at my second uncle's house and having a meal, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening when I came out.

Han Jisong raised his hand and looked at his watch. "It's almost time for evening study. I'll take you home directly."

Jiang Tian nodded, climbed onto Han Jisong's motorcycle, naturally wrapped her slender arms around Han Jisong's waist, put her little face against his back, and sighed heavily.

“Why do I feel like things will never get done?”

"I had planned to build more houses while the land near the provincial road was still freely traded, so that I could live comfortably on the rent for the rest of my life. But now I'm going to start a sanitary napkin factory. Am I really destined to be a hard worker?"

With his back to her, Han Jisong laughed muffledly, "People live in this world, isn't it to toss and turn all the time? Only the dead don't toss and turn."

Jiang Tian burst out laughing.

"That's right! If there's nothing to do for the rest of my life except collecting rent, it would be pretty boring."

Han Jisong's words made Jiang Tian suddenly think of an old man who guarded the gate of their construction site in his previous life.

When they first met, Jiang Tian saw that the old man was wearing work clothes given by a certain paint company and that he usually smoked cheap cigarettes that cost only a few dollars. She thought that the old man's family was not well off, so every time she served him food, she deliberately gave him more meat dishes.

Later I found out that the old man was a local demolition household. He owned more than a dozen houses and collected tens of thousands of yuan in rent every month.

The old man ran to the construction site to guard the gate simply because he was bored at home.

Jiang Tian was so jealous that she almost deformed.

She doesn't do anything in a month and can get tens of thousands of dollars in rent. If it were her, she wouldn't dare to imagine how happy this kind of life would be!

Now that I think about it, if I were in his shoes, and had nothing to do for the rest of my life except collecting rent, it would be quite boring indeed.

When Hu Qiongfang got home, she was making wontons in the kitchen. She saw her future son-in-law coming back from sending her daughter home, so she asked him to stay and have a bowl of wontons before going back.

Han Jisong was eager to stay at the Hu family for a while longer, so he parked his motorcycle, washed his hands, and came over to help Hu Qiongfang.

Today the store bought two local black pigs that had been raised for almost a year. The meat was of very good quality. Hu Qiongfang felt sorry for the two children who were studying so hard for the exams, so she had someone reserve a few of the best chops, two pig hind leg loins, and a piece of pork hind leg meat for her, so that she could make some wontons for the children as a midnight snack.

The wontons were made from fresh black pork minced with chopped water chestnut meat. The skin was as thin as paper and the filling was delicious. Although Jiang Tian had already eaten a lot at her second uncle's house in the evening, she couldn't help but eat another big bowl after smelling the delicious food.

Han Jisong ate two bowls.

Before leaving, Hu Qiongfang packed him a pig's trotter, a pair of large pig's trotters, and a piece of top-quality pork belly, and asked him to take them back for Grandpa Han to taste.

Han Jisong was happily walking home carrying the big pig's trotter given by his future mother-in-law. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a person squatting under his window sill.

Han Jisong: “!!!”

This is strange. Could it be that these are bandits from other places who have just fled to Shuangfeng Town?

The local thugs and thieves all know that this is Han Jisong's home. Even if they are given a hundred times the courage, they would not dare to run to Boss Han's house to steal things.

After hanging the pig's trotter on the handlebars of the motorcycle, Han Jisong took out a wooden stick as thick as an arm from the pile of firewood at the door.

I was just about to teach this bastard a lesson on how to behave.

Suddenly, a plaintive and sad voice was heard: "Brother Han, it's me, He Mingming."

This mournful voice of "Brother Han" really shocked Han Jisong!

If you don’t know, you might think that he has done something unfair to He Mingming. In fact, they are not even acquaintances, right?

"What are you doing hiding under my window late at night?" Han Jisong's tone was far from polite.

Maybe because he suffered too much in his childhood, he likes girls like Jiang Tian who have a sweet smile and are full of energy. He really can't appreciate the "sickly literary young women" that are popular nowadays.

It's a pity that He Mingming seemed to be sure that all men like this type of girl. I don't know what went wrong with her. In the middle of the night, she appeared at his door wearing a snow-white dress and with disheveled hair!

Fortunately, grandpa is old and goes to bed early.

Otherwise, if you suddenly see a female ghost with disheveled hair and white clothes outside the window in the middle of the night, you would be scared to death.

Hearing Han Jisong's cold and ruthless rebuke, He Mingming could no longer hold back and ran over crying. She even wanted to throw herself into his arms and tarnish his innocence?

Han Jisong took a step with his long legs and moved to the side in an instant.

He Mingming fell to the ground with a thud.

Fortunately, the doorway of the Han family's house is paved with cement. If it was like the house next door, where they paved the road with gravel to save money, He Mingming would definitely suffer.

However, Han Jisong had no sympathy at all.

It is said that in matters between men and women, girls usually suffer losses while boys take advantage. Why is that?

Is the boy’s innocence no longer innocent?

He just wants to give all his first times to his future wife. Is there a problem with that?

Looking at He Mingming who fell to the ground and was still crying, Han Jisong couldn't help but sneer:

"Stop pretending! I don't know how many times those women out there have used your little tricks on me."

Why are you pretending to be a pure and innocent little white flower?

What kind of self-respecting and self-loving girl would wear such cool clothes and run to a man's house in the middle of the night?

"Brother Han, I, I'm really at my wit's end..."

"My family heard that I knew you, and forced me to come to you to beg for mercy. They also said that if you didn't agree to save my uncle's family and my two cousins, I would never be able to go back. Woo woo woo ~"

He Mingming is also a talented person. Although he had just fallen to the ground in a mess, he has now taken a charming and attractive posture and is sitting sideways on the ground.

If you don’t know, you would think that there was not a concrete floor under her butt, but a big bed.

However, what she didn't expect was that there was someone more outstanding than her.

While He Mingming was performing hard, Han Jisong tiptoed around her, quietly retracted the motorcycle's kickstand, then, holding the handlebars of the motorcycle, quickly pushed the motorcycle home.

He closed the door with his backhand.

He Mingming, with tears still on her face: "..."

"Okay! Very good! Han Jisong, you forced me to do this." He Mingming gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

There was a raging rage in his eyes as he stared at the Han family’s gate.

"Han Jisong! You will definitely regret this. Sooner or later, I will make you kneel down and beg me!" He Mingming limped away after grappling with these harsh words.

At this time, Mr. Han in the room was also woken up.

"Xiaosong, is there someone looking for you outside?"

Han Jisong shook his head without changing his expression: "She's not looking for me. She's a lunatic. Don't pay attention to her."

The old man turned over and continued to sleep.

It's not uncommon to see crazy people running out from the countryside on the provincial roads.