Beautiful Masterpiece in the 1970s

86

Chapter 86

The sour smell on Xie Donglou was almost solidified.

He returned the car with a grudge and then hurried home. On his way back, he happened to see An Yuzhu sitting in the living room. She looked behind Xie Donglou and then looked at him in confusion.

"Where is he?"

Xie Donglou sat on the table and poured himself a glass of water. After hearing this, his hand paused.

After a while, he put the glass heavily on the table with a dark face.

An Yuzhu turned around and rolled her eyes at him.

"What's wrong with you?"

How can you be so angry when you go to the train station to pick someone up?

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Xie Donglou, "Did your good nephew show you his displeasure?"

Xie Donglou: "..."

It would be great if Xie Yanzhao showed him his displeasure. Then, he could use his uncle's status to teach him the principles of life.

But the problem is... It's so frustrating!

Looking at An Yuzhu's smug face, Xie Donglou felt a lump in his heart.

"No!"

His face was still gloomy, and he sat down opposite An Yuzhu.

An Yuzhu glanced at him.

He was longer than a donkey's face, and he said it was okay. No one would believe it. But she didn't ask. Did she really think that the Xie family members were all so awesome that she had to flatter them? She had to let Xie Donglou taste the pain she had tasted.

She sat there with a clear conscience, her hands skimming over newspapers.

Xie Donglou took a deep breath and watched her movements.

"What are you doing?"

"It's your good daughter," An Yuzhu glanced at him, "She said that the newspaper is going to hold some activities, collecting reports of major events in the past. Your daughter is too busy, so she asked me for help."

She sighed, her children are all debts!

"By the way, where is your nephew? Is he coming or not? My room is ready."

"Humph!"

Xie Donglou's face, which had just turned from cloudy to sunny, fell again.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Looking at his gloomy look, An Yuzhu was really curious.

"... How can anyone look down on the shabby house we live in."

An Yuzhu paused and looked up at him.

God knows.

What An Yuzhu was most proud of was not marrying Xie Donglou, nor was it that she was proud of having a commander uncle, but that she could live in such a beautiful small western-style house. Her sister married the workshop director, whose house was only 30 or 40 square meters.

Three generations of the family were squeezed in there, and the whole family could hear everything they did. How could it be as spacious as the small western-style house she lived in?

For this reason, she had a lot of face in front of her elder sister.

Her sister also coveted her house and said that she would let her nephew live in it.

An Yuzhu did not agree.

Now hearing Xie Donglou say this, it was like a thorn in her side.

She raised her eyebrows and sneered, "Don't like it? Your good nephew is so powerful, why doesn't he live in the palace or the imperial city!"