When Meng and Jiang Xiao came back, they brought a lot of flowers, some of which were already grown, and some of which were flower seeds.

Jiang Xiao plans to dig up some black soil in the space to use it as fertilizer after planting the flowers, and then use a little spiritual spring water to water the flowers to ensure that the flowers in this yard will bloom extremely brilliantly.

When she came back, Meng was still telling her that he would come back to water the flowers when he was free in the future, and let her go back to the provincial capital on weekends to stay.

As a result, as soon as he entered the door, Jiang Songhai hurriedly walked over and pulled Meng Xinian aside, and said in a low voice: "Your father called, it sounds like he had a quarrel with your grandfather, Brother Meng scolded fiercely, and he hung up the phone and said that his chest hurts!"

Meng's face sank.

Jiang Xiao frowned, "I'll go make a pot of tea for grandpa, you go over and see him first." ”

Meng Lao was sitting on a wooden chair in the corner of the courtyard, holding his forehead with one hand and his eyes closed. If Jiang Songhai hadn't told them, they would have thought he was there basking in the sun and closing his eyes.

"Hmm. "Meng knew that the pot of tea that Jiang Xiao said was definitely not ordinary tea. He looked at her warmly, reached out and patted her head, "Good." ”

Jiang Xiao glanced at him and went in to make tea.

Meng walked towards Meng Lao in the past year.

As soon as his shadow fell and blocked the sunlight, Meng Lao reacted. He looked up at his tall grandson.

"Coming back?"

This is almost out of the way, and when you see him coming back, you care about Xiaoxiao?

Meng Xinian sat down next to him, "I went to make tea for you, I heard that your chest is tight?"

Meng Lao snorted and said, "That's not because of your old man!"

"That's your son. Meng said lightly.

"yes, I knew this son would become like this......"

Before Meng Lao's words were finished, Meng Xiannian had already interrupted him: "Now that you know that he is like this, you are not willing to separate, and you still want to go back and continue to be angry." ”

Meng Lao glared at him: "I think this grandson is also an angry person! How many times have I told you, our old house, I don't live in it, I don't keep it, where can I give it to you in the future? I don't want to give the old house to that woman." I'll spoil her in the future. ”

"I said I don't care. ”

"You just have a hard mouth, don't care. Meng Lao snorted and looked at his legs.

Meng has been out of the wheelchair in the past two days, saying that he has been able to walk slowly. But being able to walk doesn't mean being able to run, jump, or play.

"What's the matter with you? Did you really sign up? Don't you want this leg? You just saw the list so you were so angry that you were about to explode, and called me to persuade you to cancel your registration. ”

Cancel your registration?

Meng sneered.

"Isn't he just afraid that I will lose the battle and embarrass him?"

In the past few years, under the attack of that woman's pillow wind, Meng Chaojun felt that he had become more and more useless, and he had become more and more disobedient to discipline, and if he made a mistake, he would lose the reputation of the entire Meng family.

Meng Chaojun wanted to interfere with him everywhere and wanted to control him. This is also the reason why he did not return to the Beijing Military Region.

On the side of Province G, his hand is not so long that he can reach over at any time, and the head of Yang Zhiqi is on his grandfather's side, and he can be notified in time if there is anything.

Because of this, he has been able to act according to his heart's desires in recent years.

Although the year of leaving this time was not in his plan, since he had already participated, he naturally wanted to get what belonged to him when he returned.

For example, the king of soldiers.