Chapter 39: I Thought I Was a Scholar (39)

Throughout the morning, Liang Weiwei was in a very depressed state.

During the meal, she heard that Jiang Juan was only temporarily staying at Xie Zhisui's house, and her mood was a little better.

She said, a person like Xie Zhisui, even if he wants to date, his girlfriend should be extremely good.

Look at the ginger rolls again......

If you bury your head in eating, you won't be very smart when you look at it.

I was lucky enough to get the answer right during the exam.

Liang Weiwei thought about it, and her mood inexplicably changed again.

The not-so-smart ginger roll was interacting with the barrage while eating, and inadvertently ate another bowl of rice.

After eating, Jiang's father said to Jiang Juan about business: "Juan Juan, that's the case, Dad has something to tell you, today, coming to see you is a purpose, and there is another purpose, Dad is going to get married, and the object of marriage is Weiwei's mother." ”

Father Jiang spoke cautiously, for fear of causing Jiang Juan to be unhappy.

Liang Weiwei, who was sitting on the sofa, was a little gloating.

In such a situation, if it were her, it would probably be a big fuss.

It doesn't matter if Dad wants to remarry, he still remarries the mother of a classmate who has always been against him, which is not cheap to turn the sky up.

Although she didn't want any contradictions and misunderstandings to happen from this matter, after all, her mother also liked Uncle Jiang very much, and she also had a good impression of Uncle Jiang, but-

She just wanted to see how the ginger rolls reacted.

Sure enough, Jiang Roll was silent.

The little girl sat there dumbfounded, silent, looking a little pitiful.

Jiang Juan thought for a while and asked Jiang's father, "Does Mom know?" ”

Father Jiang immediately nodded: "I know, I told your mother, and she asked me to ask your opinion." ”

Ginger Roll somewhat understood.

Usually, when Father Jiang meets with the original owner, they all meet outside, and Father Jiang calls the original owner directly, but this time it was Zeng Yu who called her and told her to go home, it seems that they have already chatted.

Jiang Juan asked again, "Then will you feel happy?" ”

Jiang's father really wanted to get married, otherwise he wouldn't have thought about it for so long, so he decided to tell Jiang Juan.

He nodded solemnly: "Yes, Juanjuan, if you do this, Dad will be very happy." ”

Jiang Juan smiled, his smile sincere: "Do what you want to do, just do it, and I will support you." ”

Liang Weiwei nodded on the side, and after nodding, she found that this was not right.

Ginger rolls shouldn't be crying, right?

Liang Weiwei didn't know that this was the first time she was depressed today.

I was so depressed that I wasn't in the mood to go against the ginger roll.

In the afternoon, Jiang's father planned to leave with Liang Weiwei, but Liang Weiwei didn't say a word to Jiang Juan before leaving.

Of course, Jiang Juan didn't talk to her either.

Jiang Juan was also about to leave, and just after taking two steps, the corner of his clothes was gently pulled.

When I turned around, I saw that Xie Zhisui was still sitting on the sofa motionless, and the fingers of his right hand were grasping the corner of her clothes.

He looked up at her and asked, "Are you in such a hurry to leave, won't you let me see your room?" ”

Jiang Juan's head spun fast at this moment, and he thought, "You didn't let me see your room." ”

"Hmm......" Xie Zhi elongated with the last note, and a pair of beautiful eyes were deep and bright, "It turned out to be the idea of my room." ”

Jiang Juan said truthfully: "Don't you also have the idea of my room?" ”

So what's so nice about the room?

Xie Zhi stopped pulling the corner of his clothes, pulled her hand instead, patted his thigh again, and motioned for her to sit up.

Jiang Juan didn't move, so he was forcibly pulled over by Xie Zhisui.

Xie Zhi grabbed her waist, snorted lightly, and said, "You are wrong, it's not the idea of hitting your room, it's the idea of hitting you." ”