20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3005 Chu Yueliang

At this time, the night of the mountain city has quietly arrived. However, the city has been in economic difficulties in recent years. Except for the street lights in the city center, it will take some time for the street lights here to be lit.

Inside and at the doors of shops along the street, the lights and rotating neon lights compete with each other in color. The flow of pedestrians, bicycles, motorcycles and a small number of cars on the street make everything in sight look very old and distant.

Zhao Changan called Chu Yueliang and learned that he was still at school, so he drove over.

Although domestic universities have already started their holidays at this time, elementary schools, junior high schools and high schools are still in class, and there are still two or three days or ten days before the winter vacation.

At this critical moment, Chu Yueliang, as the head of No. 1 Middle School, naturally had to keep an eye on the school at all times, stand guard in the last few shifts before the New Year, and have a good new year.

The car turned its head and headed towards No. 1 Middle School. Zhao Changan couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It had been nearly four years since he traveled through time in this life, and he hadn't set foot in No. 1 Middle School again. In addition, after graduating from junior high school in his previous life, he did too badly and was too embarrassed to revisit No. 1 Middle School. In the blink of an eye, more than 30 years had passed.

After driving for about ten minutes, the car arrived at the gate of No. 1 Middle School. According to the time point in this life, he had been away from No. 1 Middle School for six and a half years, and the gate had not changed much.

All the lights, including the four large lanterns hanging above the gate, were on. Chu Yueliang, along with a group of leaders and key teachers from the school, especially the teacher who had taught Zhao Changan before, were waiting at the gate.

Zhao Changan was having a headache. His original idea was to hand the gift to Chu Yueliang, say a few words and then go to the next house. But looking at the current situation, it would be difficult to get out within an hour.

Zhao Changan had no choice but to pull the car over, turn off the lights, and get out of the car.

The gifts could only be placed in the car, because among the teachers from No. 1 Middle School who were waiting for Chu Yueliang to greet them at the school gate, there were some whom he hadn't seen for many years, but he could still vaguely recognize them when they met.

When Zhao Changan was in No. 1 Middle School, his grades in other subjects were very good except for his poor English grades. Naturally, these teachers were also very good to him. Although giving out gifts at this time could improve Chu Yueliang's face, it was also tantamount to slapping the faces of other teachers.

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It was already past eight o'clock when Zhao Changan came out of No. 1 Middle School. Only when Chu Yueliang sent him to the car did Zhao Changan have the chance to give him the things.

Then drive to Lao Zhou's house which is closer.

He called Hu Xian. The reason he didn't call Xiao Zhou was that he didn't have the phone number.

"Changan, my dear daughter, call me daddy."

Hu Xian answered the phone and played with her daughter on the other end.

"Sister Hu, you are stirring up hatred and causing war."

Zhao Changan smiled and said, "You have to call me godfather. Godfather is fine."

"It's not nice to call dad. The jealous guy is still busy in the store and it's too early for him to come back."

Hu Xian explained: "There are only me and your daughter at home, and a big wolf dog."

"It's the New Year, and this time I came back, I brought a little gift for my girl."

"Come on, I'm at home."

As he was talking, Zhao Changan had already driven into the residential complex. Before Zhuangyuan Mansion was developed, this residential complex was the best one of its generation. However, there was no property management company, only an old man who lived and ate in the guard room. He was responsible for locking the door at 12 o'clock every day and opening it early in the morning, and didn't take care of anything else.

Zhao Changan parked the car downstairs of the apartment building where Hu Xian lived. It was cold in winter and there was no one in the community, but the lights in most households were on.

Zhao Changan bought Zhou Zhou a box of Barbie dolls. She is still a baby, so it is definitely not the age for her to play with them yet. But she can put them aside and play with them later.

When they went up to the third floor, the security door was half open, but Hu Xian was not standing at the door. Zhao Changan opened the door and went into the room, locking the door casually. There was a stove with an iron pipe burning inside, and it was very warm. Hu Xian was wearing pajamas and holding the child in her arms, coaxing him.

Because the room was not cold, she wore a thin floral pajamas that showed off her good figure. When she held the child, her clothes were pulled and stretched, outlining her chest perfectly.

"Come, let your dad hug you." Hu Xian smiled and wanted to hand Zhou Zhou to Zhao Changan.

"Wait a moment."

Zhao Changan put his bag and Barbie doll on the coffee table, took off his down jacket, put it on the sofa, and carefully went to pick up Zhou Zhou.

The little girl was not afraid of strangers at this time. She opened her big eyes and looked at Zhao Changan curiously.

When taking it, Zhao Changan's hands and arms rubbed Hu Xian's soft body and very soft chest, which was surprisingly empty inside.

"This woman is a demon who can't bear loneliness and is restless inside. No wonder she cheated on me later."

Zhao Changan thought to himself while holding Zhou Zhou and watching.

In his previous life, this little girl became the big sister of Zhengzhou No. 1 Middle School more than ten years later. She had excellent academic performance and was the idol of his daughter.

While Zhao Changan was holding his daughter, Hu Xian hurriedly made tea for him. Zhao Changan sat down and said to Hu Xian, "You are so busy. Uncle Zhou is supposed to make a lot of money. Don't work so late."

"I have tried to persuade them a long time ago, but they all said I was ignorant and didn't know the importance of money."

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Hu Xian put the water on the coffee table, sat next to Zhao Changan, leaned over to tease her daughter, and a unique scent of a mature woman came to her face. Even though Zhao Changan had no evil thoughts in his heart, he felt it was great.

"Uncle Zhou has lived a hard life."

"Thanks to your dad, I didn't know about this when I got married. You were in your third year of high school when I first entered the Zhou family. That day you came to drink mutton soup, and Xiao Zhou's dad didn't charge you for it. He gave you braised beef instead, and opened four bottles of Jiannanchun and poured them into a plastic bucket for you to take away. I was puzzled."

"Uncle Zhou is a particular person!"

Zhao Changan sighed, but he felt a complicated feeling in his heart.

Just like what his father said during dinner that night, Lao Zhou can only be described as a vulgar person, with the vulgar people's shrewdness and meticulousness, seeking profit and avoiding harm, as well as the vulgar people's self-righteous conscience.

"Is it?"

Hu Xian moved closer to Zhao Changan, and stretched out her white, slender, and delicate hands to tease her daughter's pink face, not paying attention to her fragrant and soft body, the bulge on her side slightly pressing on Zhao Changan's arm.

Zhao Changan was a little confused. He thought he was really that charming. Jiang Feng in The Twins of Heroes could make young girls, young women, and old ladies throw themselves into the flame without hesitation.

At this time, a big wolf dog walked over from the balcony and stared at Zhao Changan curiously.

He came closer and smelled it again.

"Don't be afraid, it knows a lot. I brought it from my mother's home. It's very intelligent and knows who is its own."

Hu Xian comforted Zhao Changan: "Except for my daughter, it is closer to me than the Zhou family of three."

"Is not it?"

Zhao Changan asked back, feeling that there was something wrong with Hu Xian's words. How could she make such a comparison? The Zhou family, including her husband, meant less to her than the dog in front of her.

He also stared at Hu Xian's little hand teasing Zhou Zhou, and leaned towards her, pressing his arms more forcefully.

"If I hadn't insisted on letting Zhou Zhou be your daughter, you might not have had any contact with my family. After your family got better in the past few years, Xiao Zhou's parents started to visit your family every year, but your parents never came again. However, they asked us to bring gifts every time, and the gifts we brought back were a little more expensive than the gifts we gave."

Hu Xian's raised little hand, which looked like a spring onion, seemed tired, but she couldn't bear to tease her daughter, so she put her wrist on the back of Zhao Changan's hand, and their skin pressed tightly together.