Seven-year-old Jiang Rin was practicing calligraphy at the desk, and when Jiang Yang hid in embarrassment, he dipped his head in ink and didn't raise his head: "Dad, didn't you say you wouldn't quarrel with grandma?" ”

Jiang Yang: "...... What do children know, this is not called quarreling, this is a special way of emotional communication between me and your grandmother. ”

Jiang Rin glanced up at him, his eyes flickering and writing, "It's so serious, I almost believed it."

Jiang Yang walked over: "What kind of words are you practicing today?" ”

"Chen."

Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment, rice paper was spread out on the desk, and the word "Chen" was written on it.

Looking at this word, he inexplicably thought of Chen Xueyi in his mind.

Jiang Rin opened the rice paper, changed it to another one, and said as he wrote, "Dad, grandma came to chat with me today." ”

"What did you say?" Jiang Yang picked up the ink strip to grind the ink for him, Gao Yuewen advocated that the child should be rich, the spiritual and material are the same, the rice paper and ink strips that Jiang Rin practiced calligraphy are worth a lot of money, and the inkstone for grinding the ink is an authentic antique bought from the auction, and this expenditure alone can cost more than 100,000 yuan every month.

"She said she wanted to find me a stepmother and asked me what I thought."

Jiang Yang paused and asked, "What do you think?" ”

"My opinion is not important, it mainly depends on you, after all, the woman who marries the door is your wife first, and then my stepmother." Jiang Rin said lightly: "She told me about that Miss Zhao in detail, I think it's not bad." ”

“…… Is it? ”

"Well, Miss Zhao studied in a European institution of higher learning, her business vision and ability are first-class, and there are many brothers and sisters in the family, I know what grandma means, there are many children in the original family, and the things that can be shared are limited, Miss Zhao will not be too fond of her family, and if she marries into our family, she is a member of our family, as long as she gives her enough things she wants, she will naturally be good to you wholeheartedly." After Jiang Rin finished practicing, he began to clean the brush: "From this point of view, I think grandma is very thoughtful, I don't object, the rest is up to you." ”

Jiang Yang: "...... What do you want to see me? ”

"It depends on whether you like Miss Zhao or not, after all, it is your wife, and your feelings are very important."

Jiang Yang was silent for a while, and said, "Squeak, if, I said if, your own mother is back, you ...... Want to meet her? ”

Jiang Rin paused to wash the pen, and he said in surprise: "Didn't you say that she died?" ”

Jiang Yang: "...... I'm angry! ”

"Oh, come back, come back, if she wants, she can see each other."

Jiang Yang snorted: "What do you mean that if she is willing, as long as you want to see her, I can call her over with a phone call, and she dares to be disobedient?" ”

Jiang Rin frowned slightly: "Dad, have you always had this attitude towards your mother?" ”

Jiang Yang: "So what? ”

Jiang Rin sighed: "No wonder she wants to leave you." ”

Jiang Yang: "......"

At night, Jiang Yang had insomnia.

Tossing and turning in bed and couldn't sleep, he opened his mobile phone WeChat, Gao Yuewen sent him Miss Zhao's information an hour ago, which was as complete as a resume, and the woman in the photo had slender eyes, and she could see her strong personality from her face.

Gao Yuewen has introduced him to this type in recent years, in her words, since he is not angry, then she can only find someone for him who can afford the great cause of the Jiang family, until Squeak grows up and inherits the unification.

It's just that Jiang Yang's least favorite thing is a woman with a strong personality, he doesn't want to be dominated by Gao Yuewen for the first half of his life, and he will be crushed to death by another tigress for the second half of his life.

Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling for a while, Jiang Yang seemed to think of something, entered the mobile phone number that Chen Xueyi left him today on WeChat, and as soon as he added friends, a rabbit avatar popped up.

He clicked on the friend application, and after a few minutes, it was approved.

It's almost three o'clock in the morning, and Chen Xueyi hasn't slept yet?

Jiang Yang first walked around Chen Xueyi's circle of friends, her circle of friends forwarded all the information related to clothing design, there was no daily life, he quit the circle of friends, thought about it, and sent Chen Xueyi an emoji to the past.

Chen Xueyi did not reply.

Maybe he was asleep - Jiang Yang thought so, and boredly swiped the circle of friends, but this brush, brushed out a dynamic of Chen Xueyi forwarding the ink-dyed Pujia clothing show, and the time showed "just".

!!

Have time to post on Moments, but don't have time to reply to his messages?

Jiang Yang angrily opened the dialog box, swiped dozens of emojis in one go, and then stared at the dialog box until the dialog box showed "The other party is typing".

CXY: Something?

Jiang Yang made a smiling mocking expression: It's not nice to come to you.

Chen Xueyi did not reply.

"Don't pretend to be dead, I can't sleep now, and you don't want to sleep." Jiang Yang swiped more than a dozen emojis.

cxy: I didn't sleep, if you have anything to say, I'll come back when I'm free.

Jiang Yang was puzzled: "Didn't sleep?" So what are you doing? ”

cxy: Overtime.

Jiang Yang: I don't believe it, take a photo and take a look, you have to have time to testify.

After a while, Chen Xueyi really sent a photo, it was her slightly messy desk, with dozens of books and drawings piled up on the table, a laptop in the center, and the time in the lower right corner showed that it was a minute ago.

It seems that he is really working overtime - Jiang Yang thought so, and asked again: "I'm almost thirty years old and still stay up late, aren't you afraid of accelerating aging?" ”

Chen Xueyi probably thought it was boring and didn't reply.

Jiang Yang sent a few more unnutritious words in a row, but Chen Xueyi still didn't reply, and he instantly felt like a fool who had been staring at the dialog box.

"Dare to ignore me, master-" Jiang Yang was so angry that his teeth itched, he thought about it, opened the photo album of his mobile phone, and picked out a few squeaky photos and sent them over.

This trick really worked, Chen Xueyi asked, "Jiang Rin?" ”

"Yo, it's hard for you to remember the name of that piece of meat."

Chen Xueyi replied after a while: "The eyes are like you, they are very good-looking." ”

Jiang Yang was stunned.

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Jiang Yang slept until twelve o'clock at noon, and was called up by Jiang Rin to eat.

After chatting with Chen Xueyi last night, he couldn't sleep anymore, and stayed up until five o'clock in the morning before he fell asleep, and he was dizzy at this time.

"You stayed up late again last night?" Jiang Rin asked as he served him soup.

“…… I was looking for inspiration last night, and it was midnight when I accidentally arrived, which is not called staying up late, but sacrificing for art. ”

Jiang Rin put the soup bowl in front of him: "Dad, I am your son, I know what virtues you have, so you don't have to make so many excuses in front of me." ”

"How can I talk to you!" Jiang Yang said angrily: "It's not big, it's not small." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the mobile phone rang, he picked up the phone, the person on the other end of the phone said a few words, Jiang Yang's eyes lit up: "Are you sure?" ”

"Okay, I got it."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Yang's mood turned cloudy and sunny at a speed visible to the naked eye, he restrained the ecstasy in his heart, and pretended to say calmly to Jiang Rin: "Just now, the person in charge of Ten Mile Gallery called and said that the painting that I submitted to participate in the competition last time has come out. ”

Jiang Rin: "Huh? ”

"You live up to expectations and barely won the first place."