After a while, Fang Hong began to help Jiang Xiaoqing pack his luggage.

At the same time, the courtyard of the villa.

Jiang Zhou ate dinner and went out for a walk, and as soon as he walked back now, he saw Jiang Dexiang sitting under the eaves of the door, holding a cigarette in his hand.

This honest man, who used to have no money to smoke, but now that he has money, he doesn't like to smoke, and at this moment he took the lit cigarette, and he didn't take a puff, but he just sandwiched it between his fingers, and let the sparks move all the way up, and the cigarette ash burned a lot.

"Dad, it's going to burn your hands." Jiang Zhou stepped forward to remind.

Jiang Dexiang reacted at this time and found that the smoke was about to burn to the position of his finger clip.

Quickly crushed the cigarette to the ground, Jiang Dexiang smiled at his eldest son with some embarrassment.

"Mom is upstairs to help Xiaoqing clean up?" Jiang Zhou sat next to Jiang Dexiang.

"yes."

Jiang Dexiang glanced at the door behind him, "I don't know if there is anything to be used for her over there, so I will clean up a little more tonight, and when I get there, even if no one prepares it, I can take out the ready-made ones and use them." ”

"If you're worried, go up and have a look?" Jiang Zhou said.

"What's there to see, isn't it just packing up?"

Jiang Dexiang shook his head, and then looked at the cigarette butt in his hand in a daze.

I wanted to say something, but I really wanted him to speak, and he didn't seem to have anything to say.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he might have sighed.

Let the girl listen to it, how bad is it?

"Always coming back in the future."

Jiang Dexiang suddenly said: "So...... Nothing to see. ”

After a pause, he said inexplicably: "Looking at this two words, my heart is comfortable for a while, and my daughter will be a little more sad." ”

Jiang Zhou understood what Jiang Dexiang meant.

The more they are reluctant to Jiang Xiaoqing now, the more Jiang Xiaoqing can't let go of it.

In fact, it's not that we won't be able to see each other in the future, so why do you want to part with life and death now?

It's no wonder it's stressful.

Jiang Dexiang was afraid of putting pressure on Jiang Xiaoqing, so he was alone here.

The love of parents is all love, but there is always a difference.

You can't say who is higher and who is lower, it's just that the way of expression is different.

"Go see Xiao He."

Jiang Dexiang suddenly said: "That child, I went back to the room after eating, I saw that something was wrong." ”

"Okay."

Jiang Zhou got up, walked two steps, and before he entered the house, he stopped again, turned his head to Jiang Dexiang and said, "Remember to sweep it, don't let Xiaoqing see it, she doesn't even like me to smoke." ”

Jiang Dexiang hurriedly put away the cigarette butt and lighter cigarette case, and nodded: "I'll go get a broom." ”

Jiang Zhou went upstairs and saw that Jiang He's bedroom door was open, no one was there, but the study was closed, probably in the study.

He walked over and knocked on the door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked!" Jiang He's voice sounded.

Doesn't sound like a problem.

Jiang Zhou opened the door and went in, and saw Jiang He holding a pig-like storage tank and gesturing.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Zhou walked over.

"I'm thinking about how to get it open, so I won't make the room full of debris and be scolded by my mother." Jiang He interface.

Jiang Zhou couldn't cry or laugh: "What are you doing?" Give the money to your sister? ”

Jiang He's eyes widened: "Brother, you are really a god!" How do you know? ”

Jiang Zhou rolled his eyes: "It's all said, I can hear that little abacus in your heart eight streets away!" ”

"Shh

Jiang He pursed his lips, suddenly put down the storage tank, and said, "Brother, I don't seem to have much money." ”

"What? Want to get some out of me? "Jiang Zhou interface.

Jiang He shook his head: "I was just thinking, what can I do with this money?" ”

After a pause, Jiang He picked up the storage tank again and gestured, muttering: "But I still want to give the money to the old lady." ”