The words and tone made people have no doubt that Long Xiaoyu was sincerely apologizing.

But it's hard to believe that the arrogant Long Xiaoyu would be inferior to this point.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but glance at Long Xiaoyu more, feeling that his mother-in-law seemed to be a different person today.

"In a few days, I won't be leaving this house." Jiang Chen rubbed his nose and said in a low voice, "I have something to do these days, so I'll go home when I'm done." ”

Long Xiaoyu and Mu Guohua secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Chen still has this home in his heart, so there is still room for maneuver in everything.

After a pause, Long Xiaoyu said with a smile: "Why do you have to be busy outside?" Can you be busy at home, let's go home with my parents today, how lonely it is to be alone outside? ”

"I want to be quiet for a few days."

Jiang Chen felt a little depressed, got up and squeezed out a smile and said, "Parents, I'll go to work first." ”

Long Xiaoyu and Mu Guohua looked stunned, are they still not going to forgive us?

Watching Jiang Chen leave, the two didn't stop them.

Long Xiaoyu slapped Mu Guohua on the back with his backhand: "Dead useless things, can't you say anything?" You can't do such a thing, if I hadn't said a few more words just now, Jiang Chen would have left early. ”

Mu Guohua grinned in pain, hesitated, and asked, "Do you think Jiang Chen will forgive us?" ”

"Forgiveness?" Long Xiaoyu sneered, "The old lady needs him to forgive?" As long as he has Qing'er in his heart and is willing to go home, then his money is our money, and our life will be very good in the future. ”

"You only think about his money?" Mu Guohua looked at Long Xiaoyu in surprise.

Long Xiaoyu crossed his hands on his hips and pointed at him: "Otherwise? It's not for money, the old lady will bow her head? ”

Leaving the restaurant, Jiang Chen walked towards the company.

His face was a little gloomy, and his chest was very depressed.

His stomach churned in disgust from the disgusting faces of his mother-in-law and father-in-law.

What kind of people are the old couple, how can he not be clear in the past three years?

It was because he was clear, so he faced the old couple just now, recalling the events of that day, and he felt more and more depressed and disgusting.

Smack!

I lit a cigarette and took a hard puff, and with the rich smoke, the depression in my heart was also reduced.

smiled bitterly: "For the sake of my wife, what can't I bear?" ”

took out his mobile phone and called Mu Qing'er.

As soon as it was connected, Mu Qing'er on the other end of the phone complained.

"Why did your phone turn off last night?"

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, he was busy going to Dijing with Chen Zhong last night, and his mobile phone was kept off after he got on the plane, and he only turned it on when he came back this morning.

"I did something last night, and my phone ran out of battery." Jiang Chen explained, and said, "I want to go home." ”

Mu Qing'er was silent for a few seconds, and said coldly: "At six o'clock in the evening, the company will pick me up downstairs." ”

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen's mood also improved a lot.

When he returned to the company, he asked Chen Simin to buy paper, pen, ink and inkstone, and promised Han Sanqian that the ink treasure had not been given to Han Sanqian.

At Mu Qing'er's birthday banquet, Han Sanqian splashed ink on the spot and gave Mu Qing'er a painting, such a face is not small.

Now that he agreed, it was time to fulfill his promise to Han Sanqian.

After the painting was completed, Wu Liang, who had been waiting outside the company for a long time, took the painting and sent it to Han Sanqian.

When Han Sanqian, who lived in the suite of the Hilton Hotel, received Jiang Chen's Mobao from Wu Liang, he could not hide his shock with just one glance.

Rao is Han Chen, and he was also stunned by Jiang Chen's paintings: "Grandpa, I only understand now why you thought so highly of Jiang Chen at that time." ”

"Look away, Jiang Xiaoyou is taking the old man seriously this time, and he has painted this picture with all his heart."

Han Sanqian's face was flushed, his face was full of excitement, and his hands holding the painting were a little trembling.

With his attainments in painting, how can he not see the connotation of this painting.

He also had a sentence, because he was afraid of face in front of his grandson, so he didn't say it.

The skill of this painting is even above me!

Taking a deep breath, Han Sanqian hurriedly said to Han Chen: "Go and help me buy a painting tube, go home immediately, find the best framer, I want to hang this painting above the high hall." ”

Bang!

Han Chen was struck by lightning and glared at Han Sanqian in panic: "Grandpa, are you sure?" This is a Coiled Dragon Crouching Tiger diagram! Besides, Jiang Chen's reputation is far inferior to that of his grandfather, so wouldn't it be too exalting to him if his paintings were hung in the high hall? ”

The hanging painting in the high hall is quite exquisite, and the meaning of the coiled dragon and the crouching tiger is not suitable for hanging in the high hall.

Of course, the more critical reason is why Jiang Chen is qualified to let his grandfather hang the painting on the high hall?

The little-known Jiangbei wasted son-in-law is not even a professional painter at all.

In terms of status and identity, it is not enough for a painting to enter the house.

With the status and attainments of his grandfather's master of Chinese painting, those who can make paintings enter the house must at least be on the same level as him!

This is a rule and must not be violated.

"Deserved, deserved." Han Sanqian stared at the painting intently, his eyes were deep, was Jiang Chen depicting his own situation?

Is he going to ask the Dragon Nine Tigers to open their eyes?

"But if there is a guest at home, when you see this painting, grandpa will be laughed at for not knowing the rules." Han Chen said.

Han Sanqian frowned, and glared angrily: "Who dares to laugh?" Anyone who can see the true meaning of this painting can't laugh! ”

The words stunned Han Chen.

Sighing helplessly, Han Chen nodded and left.

That night, the grandfather and grandson left Jiangbei in a hurry. Before leaving, Han Sanqian sent a text message to Jiang Chen.

In the BMW, Mu Qinger didn't let Jiang Chen drive, and she didn't know why she had such an idea.

In the past, Jiang Chen picked her up from work and was responsible for driving.

Subconsciously glanced at Jiang Chen, Mu Qing'er was a little distressed, you should be very tired outside in the past two days, right?

"See what?" Jiang Chen noticed Mu Qing'er's gaze.

Mu Qing'er's face turned red and stuck out her tongue: "It's nothing." ”

Jiang Chen smiled noncommittally.

Just then, the text message sounded.

Seeing that it was sent by Han Sanqian, Jiang Chen smiled and clicked on the text message.

The content is very simple: Panlong Crouching Tiger is hidden in the world, Longteng Jiuxiao Tiger opens his eyes, Jiang Xiaoyou will have a period in the future, if he goes to Dijing, he must contact the old man.

Do you see it?

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed, and he rubbed his nose and laughed.

Painting the dragon and crouching tiger, it is also a substitute for the recent encounter, integrating emotions into it.

At the birthday banquet, the Mu family bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes, and the mother-in-law and father-in-law reversed black and white and drove him out of the house.

Because of Mu Qing'er, he was willing to lie down and endure everything.

But this does not mean that he is not a true dragon that crisscrosses the nine skies, nor is he a tiger in the mountains and forests.

The dragon raised his head, the tiger opened his eyes, and this little Jiangbei also had to tremble under his feet.

Just like the night of Mu Qing'er's birthday party.

At home, Long Xiaoyu and Mu Guohua were uneasy.

They didn't expect that after separating from Jiang Chen at noon, they turned around and received a call from Mu Qing'er, saying that Jiang Chen would go home tonight.

In order to welcome Jiang Chen back, Long Xiaoyu didn't even ask Sister Lan to help, but worked with Mu Guohua all afternoon.

In three years, it was the first meal she had cooked herself.

"Xiaoyu, do you think Jiang Chen will like these meals?" Mu Guohua was a little worried.

"I guess I'll like it." Long Xiaoyu was shocked, he hadn't cooked for a long time, and he was a little skeptical about his cooking skills.

After a pause, Long Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and scolded Mu Guohua: "Wait a minute, don't forget about business, remember to ask the relationship between Jiang Chen and Chen Zhong, it is related to whether we will be prosperous and rich in the future, or continue to eat bran vegetables." ”