Cheng Guihua patted Zao Zhao Goudan's head and said with a smile, "Okay, Goudan, don't cry. Didn't you hear your cousin said that your tuition was covered? You will have books in the future."
Zhao Goudan also stopped making noise.
It's good now, he can have what Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu can have.
Cheng Guihua seemed very happy, and said a few more polite words to Han Yingxue, "Girl Xueer, how are you, if Goudan can get ahead in the future, if he can get famous, he will definitely be very grateful to you."
Han Yingxue hooked his lips and smiled lightly.
She also expects Zhao Goudan to succeed?
How is this possible, the only hope is that this child can learn well, and it is a good thing to be able to get a title in the future. After all, Zhao Goudan is also her uncle's child. Zhao Goudan is promising, and Zhao Tiangang should be very happy. .
The carriage ran all the way, and after the cold wind had blown Han Yingxue a little messy, it finally arrived at her uncle's house.
Han Yingxue helped Mrs. Zhao down, Zhao Laotian touched Han Yingxue's hand and immediately said, "Xue'er, your hand is too icy? It's like an ice cube!"
On the way, hands are exposed, waving the whip, and being blown by the cold wind, how can it not be ice?
Han Yingxue himself felt that his hand was a bit like a stone, the ice was powerful, and he didn't have much intuition.
"Girl Xue'er, it's too cold, grandma will cover your hands!" Mrs. Zhao said, covering Han Yingxue's with both hands.
Mrs. Zhao was in the carriage, so people were not frozen, so her hands were warmer.
Han Yingxue felt like her hand was holding a hot water bottle, it was warm, and her heart also warmed up.
Han Yingxue smiled at Mrs. Zhao, "Grandma, I'm fine, don't worry."
"You kid, why are you alright? Your hands are frozen like this! Hey..."
Mrs. Zhao sighed and looked at Han Yingxue with heartache in her eyes.
Han Yingxue saw that Mrs. Zhao's hand was holding him tightly. Han Yingxue did not withdraw his hand, but let Mrs. Zhao continue to hold it.
When the carriage arrived in front of Bao Tiangang's house, Zhao Tiangang heard the movement and knew that it was Han Yingxue's carriage, so he hurried out. Followed by Zhao Dajuan and Zhao Xiaojuan.
There were not many things on the carriage, so Cheng Guihua moved the things off the carriage early.
Seeing Zhao Tiangang approaching, Cheng Guihua hurriedly greeted Zhao Tiangang, "Daddy, please come and move this charcoal!"
Charcoal is not heavy, but darker.
After encountering this, his hands were dirty, and Cheng Guihua just disliked being dirty, so he asked Zhao Tiangang to come over to get it.
He was carrying something from Han Yingxue's house and something sent by Zhao Xiaoya.
Zhao Tian just walked over, but did not pay attention to Cheng Guihua, but focused on Mrs. Zhao.
His mother finally came back, and he hadn't seen her for a long time.
Having raised an old mother of such an age, it would be a lie to say that she has no feelings at all, and that she does not miss her at all.
"Mother, you're back!" Zhao Tiangang said in a choked voice.
Mrs. Zhao looked at her son and was even more excited than seeing Zhao Goudan, "Tiangang. Mother hasn't seen you for a long time."
Zhao Tiangang nodded, "Yes, mother."
"You kid, you don't even know how to go see your mother!" Mrs. Zhao muttered.