Chapter 18: Patriarchal Mom (18)

Jiang Jianguo was silent for a while, and finally called Yin Yin.

After listening to this, Yin Yin didn't express his opinion first, but asked with a smile: "Then what do you think?" ”

Jiang Jianguo wanted to say, why don't you give your mother a few hundred yuan more every month, but somehow, suddenly the words that the boss said just now sounded, and he was silent for a while.

He always knew that his mother had a bad relationship with his wife. Once he spoke, Yin Yin would definitely be angry.

But on one side is the mother, and on the other side is the wife and children.

Jiang Jianguo was silent, Yin Yin didn't urge, some things have to be thought out by yourself, no matter how much others say, they just listened to it at the time, how can they take it to heart.

In the end, Jiang Jianguo finally made up his mind, and said in a dull voice: "Wife, I listen to you." ”

On the other end of the phone, Yin Yin breathed a sigh of relief, this guy is not so stupid after all, he is always used by others.

"Since you said listen to me, then I'll say it. First, Jinbao is Jiang Jianjun's son, not our son, why should we pay for his children's schooling, besides, he said that he borrowed, but whether he would pay it back, you know better than me.

Second, Xiaobao goes to a private kindergarten for 15,000 a year, Zhaodi is about to go to middle school, and the tuition also needs money, I can't let her earn tuition fees by picking up bottles and picking up garbage, while we, as parents, use money for others. ”

Speaking of Jiang Yu, Yin Yin couldn't help but feel distressed, that time she went to Danyang Primary School, it was not that she didn't hear that others disliked Jiang Yu, it was precisely because of this that the child was particularly distressing.

Jiang Jianguo's face froze: "Zhao Di went to pick up garbage to earn tuition, what's going on?" ”

Yin Yin immediately told him what happened that day, and said, "You say, if it weren't for our lack of money, and if it wasn't because we revealed before that we didn't want her to go to school, would she do this?" Do you know how her classmates look at her in a strange light? Jiang Jianguo, she is my daughter, I feel distressed. ”

Listening to his wife's crying on the other end of the phone, Jiang Jianguo's heart slammed, he didn't expect that so many things would happen when he didn't know.

Zhao Di's child......

Recalling Jiang Zhaodi, I have the impression that she has always been a very well-behaved child, helping her mother with housework, taking care of her younger brother, doing odd jobs to make money when she is free, and her academic performance is good.

It was also at this moment that Jiang Jianguo felt that he was ashamed of this child.

Jiang Jianguo suppressed the bitterness in his heart and said, "Wife, don't worry, I know what to do." ”

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Jianguo silently lit a cigarette, and the smoke was swirling, blurring the edges and corners of his ordinary and honest face a little.

Outside the window, a pair of parents led a little girl into a cake shop.

Jiang Jianguo's complex gaze became clearer and firmer.

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Three days have passed.

"Mom, I don't have any money, you can give me some more." When he came back from outside, Jiang Jianjun immediately reached out to ask Mrs. Jiang for money, and his expression was reasonable.

"I didn't give it to you a few days ago, why is it gone." Mrs. Jiang's eyes widened, and she didn't give money directly for the first time.

Jiang Jianjun snorted, looking like a ruffian: "You also know that a few days ago, what happened to the three hundred dollars, and it was gone after a meal." ”

Mrs. Jiang subconsciously wanted to ask, what kind of meal is so expensive and costs three hundred yuan, but thinking that it was her most beloved little son in front of her, she couldn't help it.

"Where do I have any money?" Mrs. Jiang is a person who picks the door, and she has not entered the project recently, and now she wants to take out the money, and she always feels uncomfortable.