"Brother Han, thank you today!" She smiled sweetly at him gratefully.

Today, she is happy.

Han Yi closed the car door, walked to Jian Zhiyu, and looked at her gently in the light of the headlights: "Silly girl, since you call me Brother Han, don't see me, and never say thank you to me." In the future, when you are unhappy or bored, look for Brother Han, and Brother Han will always accompany him. ”

"Brother Han......." Jian Zhiyu's tears began to roll in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he slid down his cheeks.

Han Yi frowned slightly, and gently passed away her tears: "Now that they have grown up, why do you still cry so much?" ”

Jian Zhiyu sniffed and pouted: "It's not that Brother Han is too sensational when he speaks." ”

Han Yi smiled sullenly and sighed lightly: "Okay, let's go in!" ”

Jian Zhiyu nodded and smiled, turned around and walked two steps, and saw that Han Yi was still looking at her in the same place: "Brother Han, you can go back too!" ”

"Good!" Han Yi turned around and walked to the car.

When the car went away, Jian Zhiyu pushed open the iron door and walked into Jian's house, and when he entered the house, he found that Jian Zhiyu had already returned, sitting on the sofa and reading magazines.

Jian Muxi saw her enter the door, and glanced up: "Back?" "But because the sofa was in the way, I didn't see anything in my hand.

"Yes!" Jian Zhiyu nodded, changed his shoes, put down the bag, and walked to the other sofa next to him and sat down: "Brother, why did you come back so early?" Didn't you stay at Brother Leng's house for dinner? ”

Jian Muxi re-flipped through the pages of the magazine: "His chef's cooking taste is too poor, and his skills are not as good as Aunt Li's." ”

"Huh?" Jian Zhiyu was a little surprised.

She remembered that when she used to go to Brother Leng's house for dinner, the food cooked by those cooks was very good, and she didn't hear that her brother disliked the bad taste! Why has the taste changed now?

If the skills of a five-star chef are poor, then who else can cook his dishes!

She raised her eyes and carefully looked at the expression on Jian Muxi's face: "Is it that things are not going well today?" ”

Jian Muxi put down the magazine, raised his eyes to look at her, and said coldly: "The old man has a heart attack and is in the hospital." ”

"What?" She was a little surprised, but quickly calmed down and said carefully: "What's the matter?" ”

"Angry!" When he said this, Jian Muxi's expression was very calm, as if he had eaten eggs and bread this morning.

Jian Zhiyu was a little worried: "Uncle Leng's health is fine, right?" ”

"You might have to stay in the hospital for two or three days."

Jian Zhiyu nodded slightly and didn't ask any more.

Looking at her brother's dark face, she can also make up for the picture of Uncle Leng seeing them today.

While eating dinner, Jian Zhiyu bit his chopsticks and looked at the man opposite who was eating elegantly with some hesitation: "Uncle Leng is sick, should we go to the hospital to see him instead of my parents?" ”

The two families were originally world friends, and now their parents are not in China, as juniors, they should visit him instead of their parents.

Jian Muxi stopped his chopsticks and glanced at Jian Zhiyu: "No need, if you go, he won't see you!" ”

Jian Zhiyu thought for a moment and nodded silently.

Brother said this, it should be that he and Brother Leng's play today made Uncle Leng angry, and it is estimated that Uncle Leng doesn't want to see the Jian family at all now.

It's right to think about it, what parent doesn't get angry when he hears that his only son likes a man? Especially a family like Brother Leng.

Only then did Jian Muxi's eyes catch a glimpse of the large and small handbags piled up on the sofa in the living room: "Gone shopping?" ”