"Sending you back to the presidential palace?"

The car drove into the main road of the city, and Jun Moting glanced at Jiang Yuexi in the rearview mirror.

"Don't."

Jiang Yuexi's head shook like a rattle, "The Du family must have called to complain, go back now, didn't I send it to the door to be taught a lesson by my father." I'm not going back. ”

However, I can hide from the first year of junior high school, but I can't hide from the fifteenth.

You can't just keep hiding and not going back, right?

Seeing the meaning in Qin Ye's eyes, Jiang Yuexi smiled and blinked, "If I guessed correctly, at this moment, Dad is angry at home after answering Premier Du Fu's call." ”

"As for my stepmother, she must be talking about children who are ignorant and muddy. Therefore, my dear brother will be moved by emotion and reason, and let my father know that although I am wrong, someone made me wrong. One night, Dad was deflated......"

Jiang Yuexi looked confident, "It's just right to go back tomorrow morning." ”

So, before you make a mistake, you even think about what will happen next?

Great!

Qin Ye couldn't help but smile on his face, and Jun Moting, who was in the front driver's seat, shook his head and laughed.

Rhythmic car music played, and the car sped towards the Dragon Garden.

In the study of the presidential palace, which is not far away, the air is very quiet.

Sitting motionless in a chair like a statue, Jiang Honglu stared at the photo on the table and was stunned.

In the photo, he and his wife Meng Fuling are sitting side by side on a bench on the promenade by the lake, each holding a pair of children in their arms.

Two little guys who have just turned one year old, with smiles on their faces.

Jiang Shaoyan still had a drop of saliva hanging on his mouth.

On the side, Jiang Yuexi was reaching out to touch Meng Fuling's face.

The breeze blew and blew Meng Fuling's long hair, and the tips of the hair swept to his face, a little tingling and itchy.

Meng Fuling reached out to pull her long hair, and looked at him with amusement in her eyes.

The two of them looked at each other, and they just laughed.

The son looked at the daughter, and the daughter looked at the wife and smiled.

And he and his wife looked at each other and laughed.

The videographer captured that loving and natural moment.

A nostalgic and memorable gaze slid across Meng Fuling's face, and Jiang Honglu looked at her little daughter.

In my mind, I couldn't help but have another handsome and beautiful face.

Qin Ye.

The first time I saw him was from a photo sent by his subordinates.

In the photo, Jun Moting is handsome and upright, and Qin Ye is handsome and arrogant.

The man and the boy are similar even to the back.

The subordinates said that it was Jun Ershao of Yun'an City.

Of course, Jiang Honglu knew that there were only two young masters in the Jun family.

Jun Shaojun Moting, Jun Er Shaojun Moxiao.

How could there have been another gentleman and two young people?

is still surnamed Qin.

When Qin Shuyi reappeared in Yun'an City, and her old illness was getting better little by little, until she fully recovered, Jiang Honglu probably knew what was going on.

sighed in his heart at the magical magic of that young man, and what Jiang Honglu appreciated more was Jun Moting's decisiveness and filial piety.

Before he could think about how to persuade Old Man Jun not to be angry with Jun Moting over this matter, the scandal between Jun Moting and Qin Ye spread in the imperial capital.

After that, Jiang Yuexi began dating Jun Moting.

There has never been the idea of using children's marriages to marry and stabilize power, so Jiang Honglu has not interfered with who Jiang Yuexi is willing to date.

But if she and Jun Moting are really together, it will be the icing on the cake.

And what happened next caught Jiang Honglu by surprise.

When did her daughter meet Qin Ye, and she became sympathetic to each other, and she was willing to give up her life for the sake of the other party, Jiang Honglu didn't know.

It's as if it's all happening in the blink of an eye.

And now, just knowing that Du Manxi coveted Jun Moting, she didn't even care about her identity as a lady in the presidential palace, and rushed up and slapped Du Manxi?

His eyes slid over the phone that had just been put down, Jiang Honglu shook his head and smiled bitterly: He couldn't be holding the wrong child, right?

The smart and lovely daughter of the previous 19 years was a fake, right?