After handling Jiang Zhun's affairs, Old Man Jiang naturally has to find out why Jiang Zhun is sick when he is so good?

Tan Sang told Grandpa Jiang about the situation, and silently lit a candle for himself in his heart.

After all, this is his own grandson.

Tan Sang was not sure, Grandpa Jiang would stop there.

The old man sighed as if resigned: "Sangsang, grandpa will call your mother to pick you up, you ...... tonight Let's go back. ”

Tan Sang was a little flattered by Old Man Jiang's tolerance for her.

All the servants in the manor came to see off this sweet little girl, and even the old man hid in his room and wept.

Grandpa Jiang really likes Tan Sang, but for Jiang Zhun's safety.

It was late at night, and no one thought that in the quiet small bungalow, just like in the past, the young man's shallow voice was slightly dry.

"Tan Sang."

The night was silent, and no one noticed that the young man's cold eyes seemed to have collapsed.

The delicate woman got out of the car and pulled Tan Sang into the car.

apologized to Old Man Jiang for a long time, and took Tan Sang home.

Miss Tan's eyes were cold, she smoked a cigarette, lit it, and the smoke was so thick that she didn't care that there was a child beside her.

Suddenly she turned her head and looked at the well-behaved little girl.

I was a little irritable under my heart.

She probably didn't expect Tan Sang to provoke Jiang Zhun, the lifeblood of Old Man Jiang.

But it has come to this point, and it is useless to say more.

She extinguished the cigarette in her hand and turned her head to Tan Sang: "Go to sleep, tomorrow the nanny will send you to school." ”

Tan Sang nodded and went upstairs very obediently.

In this so-called home, everything is cold.

Tan Sang went to bed, but he couldn't fall asleep over and over.

The pale face of the little boy has always been in his eyes.

But he's almost fine.

I don't know if Xiaomei will be disappointed if she is gone tomorrow.

When he woke up, Tan Sang was stunned to find that his body was getting bigger little by little.

Tan Sang got out of bed, in front of the huge mirror, a long curly hair of Shun Ze was loosely draped over his thin shoulders, his facial features were exquisite, and the tears under his eyes lined this pair of peach blossom eyes more and more bewildering.

Although the white gauze skirt is larger, it also outlines her full body.

She's ......

Grown up?

There are also many more things in my mind, little by little, as if I am filling the void of these years.

Tan Sang looked at the explanation above his head, [Since the progress bar is progressing too slowly, providing time acceleration for the host,

Now that the host is eighteen years old, the current opinion value is 30, please keep up the good work. 】

Tan Sang listened to this rigid mechanical sound, and always felt that something was missing.

But I didn't ask.

Because now she has to go to school!

As a first-year college student, Tan Sang has five classes today.

A class is the kind that lasts two hours.

It's miserable.

Dragging his tired body, Tan Sang experienced the most sleepy days in history.

She actually ...... I'd love to hear it......

Suddenly, a phone rang, and the girl's voice chirped: "Jimei, my male god is going to do a live broadcast!" ”

Tan Sang's mind automatically filled in a blank.

The girl who just called Tan Sang was named Fu Xixi, and she was her only good friend in the past twelve years.

And her male god is a pianist and composer - S

It is such a simple and mysterious S that has swept the whole of Asia.

Tan Sang's introduction to this S in his mind has thousands of words.

Baidu is not so complete.