The Strongest Matrilocal Son-in-law

Listening to the people walking past the parking lot who were wearing fashionable city beauties, there was always some entertainment news to gossip about every day.    

Several young sisters passed by with envious eyes, discussing the singer Murong Hanxiao's Carnival concert at the city's gymnasium.    

Lin Xuan recalled this unfamiliar yet familiar name. Could it be the female university student that he helped five years ago, Murong Hanxiao?    

A dusty past slowly unfolded in Lin Xuan's mind …    

"..."    

Five years ago, in the imperial capital, at Beijing Music College.    

China's top music academy was a cradle for the future elites of the music industry.    

The birth of a number of top singers, carrying the inheritance of the music industry, with a historical mission, one line of descent.    

In front of the school, there was a potato stand with three wheels on a bicycle. As the potatoes were thrown into the wok, they made a "beep beep, beep, beep" sound and rose into the air. Soon, the potatoes were fried until they became crisp.    

The area of one kilometer was filled with a fragrant smell.    

"Yo, it's for frying potatoes. This crispy potato chip doesn't taste bad. Let me brothers have a taste …"    

A few of the ruffians who were drawing dragons and phoenixes arrogantly shouted as they put their hands in their jeans and swaggered in front of the potato stall.    

"Alright, little bros, please wait a moment, what flavor do you need?"    

The person selling the fried potatoes was a middle-aged aunt. She wore an apron around her waist, and her face was a little waxy yellow.    

"What taste?" "Hahaha!" The leader was a man with earrings and earrings. He looked to be around twenty years old, and his hair was dyed with all kinds of colors. He lightly smiled, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.    

He narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully thought back. "Let me see, is it the scent of lavender, or the smell of lily?"    

"Hahaha, boss, I remember it was musk!"    

"No, it's just the lily fragrance. Definitely!"    

"The taste of strawberries, right? I'm talking about lipstick. That shiny cherry lips, really sexy …"    

"You bunch of hungry ghosts, what nonsense are you spouting? Maybe this auntie will be the eldest's mother-in-law in the future. Be more polite!"    

"mother-in-law?" "That's a great word to use, hahaha..."    

"…"    

The middle-aged lady with the fried potatoes was stunned. She stood there stiffly and didn't know what to do, "Little brothers, you … What do you mean? "What exactly do you want?"    

The man with earring studs raised his eyebrows and smiled at the middle-aged woman, "Auntie, don't be scared, I'm your family's Murong Hanxiao's man …" "Friend!"    

"Yo, boss, Murong Hanxiao didn't agree to be your horse, did she?"    

"F * ck your mother. Our boss has taken a fancy to a girl, that is a blessing that she has cultivated for several lifetimes. As a poor female university student of Music College, how can she not agree?"    

"That's right. As long as he follows our boss and develops his skills in the imperial capital, or even in the music industry in the future, he will be able to bring glory to the public."    

"Hey, hey, Auntie, your daughter Murong Hanxiao still hasn't told you right? She's hooked up with a rich and handsome rich young master, which is our boss Han Xuan. He's the eldest young master of the capital's Wealthy Han family. From now on, you don't have to fry potatoes."    

"Follow your daughter, Murong Hanxiao, and go to the Han Family to enjoy the good fortune!"    

The middle-aged aunt, Wang Xuemei, had accompanied her daughter to the imperial city ever since her daughter, Murong Hanxiao, brought her to the capital.    

He also helped his daughter by frying potatoes in front of the school.    

In order for Murong Hanxiao to complete her studies and realize her music dream, the mother and daughter pair lived a frugal and frugal life, living a life of extreme hardship.    

However, Murong Hanxiao has been working very hard to improve, in the pursuit of music, has a strong faith, and very talented in music.    

It was a pity that their family was really poor. A year's worth of school fees for studying in the Beijing Music College was extremely high.    

However, Murong Hanxiao knew that her family was not as good as others. While she was trying hard to study, she was also helping her mother sell potatoes together with Wang Xuemei.    

She would also use her spare time to go to the bar and sing, earning a meager amount of income and subsidizing her family.    

Although Murong Hanxiao wore simple and unadorned clothes, her beauty was not the slightest bit inferior to that of a fairy. Even her plain and simple appearance was like that of a fresh and refined great beauty.    

Because of the bars, the fish and dragons were mixed together, and they were being stared at by the idle rich guy Han Xuan.    

Han Xuan had pestered Murong Hanxiao many times already, and under Murong Hanxiao's rejection, he had already become insane, so he came to the Beijing Music College entrance.    

Asked about Murong Hanxiao's mother, Wang Xuemei, set up a stall in front of the school and sold fried potatoes for a living.    

This was even more exciting for Han Xuan. He thought that with the Wealthy Han family's social status in the capital, it would be a piece of cake for them to capture a female university student without any social background.    

It was fine if Murong Hanxiao cooperated with him today, but if she continued to coldly reject Han Xuan, Han Xuan would have to resort to some tricks to make Murong Hanxiao yield.    

How could Wang Xuemei not know the character of her daughter? How could she have any relationship with scum like Han Xuan? The moment she heard Han Xuan and the rest of her henchmen, she truly rejected them from the bottom of her heart.    

"Little brothers, I'm sorry. I think you must have made a mistake. My family's Hanxiao has always been talented and talented. She has always focused on her studies, so please don't disturb her!"    

Wang Xuemei spoke politely as well.    

Hearing that, Han Xuan couldn't help but get angry and sneer, "I say, auntie, how much can you sell fried potatoes for a month? "You might as well try persuading Murong Hanxiao. If you follow me, you won't have to sell fried potatoes anymore, right?"    

Wang Xuemei smiled calmly. "Maybe my family's Hanxiao isn't that lucky. Besides, we sell fried potatoes with our hands. Even if we can't earn much money in a month, we still have confidence."    

"Boss, it sounds like this future mother-in-law of yours doesn't really buy it. She's the same kind of person as Murong Hanxiao, a cheap ass. "It seems like they don't know how powerful you are if you don't use force."    

"Do as I say, take that little girl back to your house and settle the matter. Just cook the cooked rice and cook the cooked rice and everything will be settled, won't it?"    

"I agree. Why do you have to go through so much trouble just to get things done first? I won't eat the rest of the things."    

Han Xuan rolled his eyes, pretended to be righteous as he scolded, "You bastards, what are you thinking!"    

He laughed mischievously as he changed the subject. "What you say makes sense. It sounds reasonable. Murong Hanxiao is suited for this kind of method."    

Hearing the words of Han Xuan and the rest, Wang Xuemei gripped the corner of her apron tightly. Her heart was low and her brows were knitted tightly. She prayed that Murong Hanxiao would not come out at this time.    

At the very least, as long as Murong Hanxiao stayed on campus, she would still be safe.    

If he came out now, the odds were against him.