Jian Shuyu raised her chin: "Of course..."

After that, Jian Shuyu walked upstairs with honey water towards the study.

"Yang Jiong, you come with me. Jian Shuyu's mother, Qian Fufang looked at Yang Jiong's affectionate gaze at Jian Shuyu, and said in a displeased tone.

Yang Jiong nodded and followed Qian Fufang to the living room.

When she came to the living room, Qian Fufang sat on the sofa and looked at Yang Jiong with a mean look: "Xiao Yang, do you know why your father recognizes you as his godson?"

"Because Dad has a good heart. Yang Jiong said and recalled the scene of his first meeting with Liu Qiren.

---Recall---

He grew up in a single-parent family, and his mother was his only hope and spiritual support, but his mother died in his sophomore year, so he became a loner.

At the lowest point in his life, he met the noble man in his life, Liu Qiren.

It was already the second month after his mother's death, and he was depressed, so he took the chess pieces that his mother bought for her and went to the lake in the park to play with himself.

Halfway down, when he was in an impetuous mood and was about to disrupt the dead situation and start again, Liu Qiren appeared.

Liu Qiren sat opposite Yang Jiong, raised his hand, and he reversed the dead end in a short time.

"Uncle, you're amazing. Yang Jiong's face showed his first smile in two months.

Liu Qiren smiled and said, "You are too anxious to calm down, so you don't think about it with your heart and figure it out, so you have the illusion of a dead end." ”

"yes. Indeed, he is really absent-minded right now.

"It's just that I didn't expect that there are still young people who like to play chess, and I have the impression that playing chess is already an entertainment for the elderly. Liu Qiren said and picked up the chess and continued to play.

Yang Jiong smiled lossily: "Yes, but I like to play chess entirely because I was nurtured by my mother since I was a child." ”

"Hey, your mother actually likes chess?" Liu Qiren was even more surprised.

Nodding, Yang Jiong had a smug look on his face: "She is amazing, she is the leader of the community chess club!"

"Tut-tut, young people playing chess have surprised me, I didn't expect that there are women who like it too, so your mother is really different, can you introduce me to me? If you don't mean anything else, you should just make a chess friend?" Liu Qiren said with a smile.

Yang Jiong shook his head: "I'm sorry uncle, I can't." ”

Liu Qiren looked puzzled and asked, "Are you afraid of causing your father's misunderstanding?"

"Of course not, I grew up in a single-parent family, I don't have a dad, and my mom died two months ago. Yang Jiong said that the whole person instantly seemed a lot lonely.

"Oh, that's, that's, that's sorry!" After all, it involved other people's wounds, and Liu Qiren still blamed himself.

"It's fine. ”

After that, the two said goodbye, originally thought it was just a meeting in Pingshui, but they didn't expect that it didn't take long for the two to meet again.

On this day, Liu Qiren went to visit friends in a suburban community, and because he hadn't seen each other for a long time, he stayed all day.

After dinner, he left, but not long after going downstairs, when he entered the first floor, he saw Yang Jiong.

It's just that at this moment, Yang Jiong's situation is a little difficult.

"Auntie, don't do this, I promise to pay you the rent in a few days. Facing the landlord who was about to "sweep him out" today, Yang Jiong hurriedly said.

The landlord snorted coldly, with an impatient face: "Okay, okay, how many times have you used this set of rhetoric!"

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