Did Mr. Xu Confess Today?

   Chapter 467

  The summer water surrounds the flower body, enchanting each occupying the spring, the autumn wind blows down the snow, and the Nanmo grinds into dust.

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  Adapted from Beipo Xinghua

   Borrowing the spring scenery from the sky, I knew why it was today.

  Xu Jiasheng and Xu He’s mother were Qingshui around Xingshu when they were young, and there are lovers in the world.

After marrying Xu He’s mother, she seemed to be assisted by gods and the business was in full swing, except that the woman regretted that her husband’s son-in-law was looking for her husband. The peak of his life was the darkest moment of his original wife. The enchanting spring couldn’t help but climb the red wall. Make a wish and wait until the dust settles, and the moment Ms. Cheng holds Xu Jun in her arms, the snow falls, and people die.

  Dao Bai is not really white, and red words are not like red. Please don’t look at Tiangong instead of red and white.

Fun things come before, and red things come after. At that time, I was proud of my middle-aged life. I never thought about retribution. Now I am old and forget things. Only midnight dreams of young couples and Pepsi lingers in their hearts. He has not confessed to his ancestors for the loss of morality, but now he knows the gentleness of his original partner.

  If it is just confession, Xu Jun has no complaints, but he still asks for it this time.

He did not step forward, but he knew that his father knew that he was standing behind. Before he went to bed, his father had come to his room and accidentally pushed through the window. The old house was quiet. He knew that his son could not sleep. Maybe he specifically showed him this scene. When he arrived, he also knew what he thought. Xu Jun also had no money. The money was given to the little girl. Xu Jiasheng wanted to make a comeback and relied on Xu He, because she now has the business of Kwong’s old house and Hexuan’s original business. The cook is a field that Xu Jiasheng is familiar with, and Xu He is bound to leave Xu Jun in the cold.

  Xu Jun’s parents are still there, but he has never enjoyed the care of his parents. He originally thought he was a tool man of his mother, but now it seems that he is not a tool man of his father.

  Father’s midnight dream is a dream with two little guesses.

Xu Jun’s midnight was a depressive black galaxy. His life was so dark that he didn’t dare to cry. No matter how he tried his best to his father, he would accompany him through the storm even if he didn’t have a job, but now his father thinks. It’s still the springboard for him to climb up. Between Xu Jun and Xu He, he chose Xu He, which means he lost again. From beginning to end, no matter who the Xu family is concerned, he is always Tool people have never changed their use.

  He feels distressed, crying, his pillow is full of tears, tears are full.

  Today, the Confucian warriors of the big family of Xu Jiasheng are the epitome of the quarrel of Xu Jiasheng’s small family. People die for money and birds, and they are also engaged in a life-and-death struggle. How ridiculous and shameful!

  These people called family members, these people who act unrighteously in the name of relatives.

   Nausea, these make him completely nauseous.

   No sleep, thoughts are flying.

  One night in the rain and half of Cebu, in the misty fog at six o'clock, the Xu family's ancestral hall is ready for sacrifice, worship, and family banquets. In the morning there are priests and worship, and noon is a family dinner.

When   was up, he met his father talking with everyone in the clan. He was still elegant and easy-going, as if nothing had happened. He was still the owner of Hexuan Restaurant, and he was still held by the stars.

Everyone worshipped their ancestors, read the post again, sat down to listen to the opera, singing and dancing, and everything seemed to be the same. The Xu Family Ancestral Hall was very lively at this time. The people in Xujia Village, the seven aunts and eight aunts, watched the opera and listened to the opera. A little hairy boy ran in to get some fruit, then staggered out, with a peach in his left hand and a red apple in his right.

Xu Jiarong changed his clothes and a new Chinese-style gown. He looked very majestic. Coupled with his not fat or thin physique, he was a bit more of a middle-aged Lang Yi. He presided over the family banquet in this way. Today, his face is very bright. It seems that a lot of people showed heartfelt to him last night, he also raised a lot of money, and he was in a good mood when he achieved what he wanted. On the other hand, the uncle Xu Jiayong's expression of disdain after watching the show, he wanted to be conquered by Xu Jiarong, and lost a lot of capable cadres. , There is enthusiasm in the air, but I can't express it in my mouth. After suffering from the loss of communication and expression, I am now feeling stunned.

   Two halves of the wine cup, one sip of a cup, spicy into the stomach, wine gas into the intestines, a thousand knots.

Although Xu Jiayong also has an industry, it is also limited to industry. He is not as good as Xu Jiarong. The company also has professional managers to help him take care of him. He pays for the investment. Therefore, he is not as good as Xu Jiarong in terms of winning people's hearts and talking. After this loss, I was tripped in the same place today, and my heart was naturally unhappy.

   When Xu Jiarong came to toast with everyone, Xu Jiayong didn't give any face, just discord, and continued to sit on the ground, even shameless.

Xu Jun’s father, Xu Jiasheng, just watched the show. If he asked him to drink, he would drink, if he left behind, he would stay. He fanned the flames and watched the excitement, and finally achieved his acting goal. He cares about the others carelessly. He didn’t expect much from the Xu family. Xu Jiasheng of Xu Jiasheng disagrees with Xu Jiarong’s so-called blessed sharing. For the Xu family, this is an impossible equation. Blessed sharing? When there is a hard time, we must all fly together.

  "Second brother, don't drink boring wine, or you can make a fortune with us. I heard that this young man Xu has a company, why not work together?"

   "I made you laugh, my dad and I have no money."

  The people at this table don't want to see Xu Jiarong. He felt boring, so he turned to flatter him, seeking advantages and avoiding harm forever.

  Drank another two or two, Xu Jiasheng took Xu Jun with the wine glass and came to Grandpa San. Grandpa San still smoked and listened to the play, knocking his fingers on the table, seemingly not listening.

   "Grandpa San, the apricot tree was planted in the ancestral hall last time during the Qingming Festival, why didn't you see it?"

  "When the apricot blossoms were lightly raining, the artistic conception was warm but not atmospheric. Jia Rong didn't like it and threw it away."

  To put it simply, the new official took office and the tree was changed. This is high-profile enough. The ancestral hall taboos to take away old objects. The apricot blossom tree is the old object.

"Jiarong is new, don’t you know? That apricot tree was planted by the old man, our Feng Shui tree, and now several families are suffering. You relied on me to disturb our ancestors in the early stage. I think Xu Jiarong cut down the Feng Shui tree. For the sake of it."

  Xu Jiasheng said that if he didn't carry the pot, he didn't carry it. Last night, he carefully inspected various places in the ancestral hall, so that he wanted to commit crimes. No matter what Ms. Cheng and him were, it disturbed the ancestor's clean sin. He would never bear it. There were many people, and things in the ancestral hall were easy to circulate. If you want to add a crime, he will find it.

  Apricot blossom light rain, willow breeze, but unfortunately, they are not describing this season. The most suitable word for this season should be: after autumn, the beginning of autumn yesterday, it happened to be the season of accounting.

  (End of this chapter)