Is there anything worse than going out and coming home to find your daughter in the arms of a man?

Yes.

The dog man was his eldest nephew.

Jing Yao trembled his hands and pressed the lighter eight times before lighting a cigarette.

Taking a rough breath, the nicotine rushed into the Tianling Gai, making him barely calm down a little.

He calmly smoked half a cigarette, calmly drank a pot of tea, and was calmly silent for half an hour, and finally looked at Jing Zeheng calmly, and asked calmly:

"Bastard boy, are you undergoing chopping of your paws?"

Jing Zeheng's face was calm, and he asked indifferently, "Second uncle, are you asking me to watch her cry?"

Jing Yao was furious: "Then you can hug her?"

Before he left, he ordered Jing Zeheng to look at Luo Jing and all the men who were close to Shen Fanyin, but what was the result?

He guarded and stole himself, and he got started on his own?

Jing Zeheng: "I said this is a brother-sister relationship, do you believe it?"

Jing Yao furrowed his brows, his eyes like X-rays, and he scanned Jing Zeheng from top to bottom, trying to find evidence from his every micro-expression.

Regardless of whether Jing Yao believes it or not, Jing Zeheng himself doesn't believe it anyway.

It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, the important thing is to make Jing Yao believe it. jj.br>

He took a sip of tea very calmly, and talked about business calmly as if he had nothing to do, as if this episode was not worth wasting any more lips and tongues: "I'm going to start construction in the western suburbs, how is Jing Muhan's procedure?" I'm going to use it."

Jing Yao was slightly stunned, and subconsciously asked, "The land in the western suburbs? What are you going to do?"

Jing Zeheng replied as a matter of course: "Jinwu Zangjiao, I said it."

Jing Yao: "......"

Yes, he remembered that this kid once said shamelessly in front of the Luo family that he was useful in the western suburbs once, and he wanted to hide Jiaojiao in the golden house.

But—

"Do you have anyone else to hide?" Jing Yaohu frowned suspiciously, "Aren't you out of love?"

Jing Zeheng didn't answer, and looked at him quietly, as if he was blaming him for not opening which pot to mention.

Jing Yao narrowed his eyes and was on guard: "You don't want to hide the sound, do you?"

Jing Zeheng asked rhetorically, "Is she a character who can be a canary?"

"Oh, that's not it."

Jing Yao breathed a sigh of relief and did not notice the loopholes in Jing Zeheng's words.

Shen Fanyin is indeed not a character who can be a canary, but this does not prevent him from wanting to hide her.

Jing Zeheng lowered his eyes and drank water, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a little.

The land in the western suburbs is backed by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is excellent. After it is built, it is okay to take the children on vacation, away from the hustle and bustle, away from interests, mainly to stay away from these ancestors at home.

Very good.

Jing Yao looked at Jing Zeheng, and after looking for a long time, he didn't see that he had the slightest weakness in his heart, and consciously determined their brother and sister relationship, and couldn't help but relax while being satisfied.

He said, "Ask Ah Han yourself about the procedure, and they will come to Anjo tomorrow."

Jing Zeheng: "......?"

So, Jing Yao is not the only one who has returned?

Hearing what he meant, even Jing Muhan came back with him.

That's a sad thing. He wanted to find another excuse to arrange for them to go out, and the difficulty was directly doubled.

Jing Zeheng was instantly irritable, and his brows furrowed.

Jing Yao had already stood up, took the suitcase at the door, and muttered to himself as he walked inside: "I'm really relieved not to say anything, but the date of the private jet application will be tomorrow at the earliest, so I'll take the economy class and come back first...... Come over here and give me a gift."

Jing Yao brought back a suitcase of gifts to Shen Fanyin.

Stacks of lace-like cloths, boxes of rough gemstones, hairpins, headbands, and bracelets packed in vacuum bags......

Jing Yao looked at Jing Zeheng proudly: "I picked them all. What do you think? Yinyin will like it

Right?"

Jing Zeheng picked up a hellokitty head rope: "You really haven't raised a daughter."

This kind of childish thing, Shen Fanyin will wear it?

Jing Yao rolled his eyes directly at him, "What do you know? The girls are all little princesses, and they all have girly hearts...... Forget it, why are you talking to a single dog?"

Jing Zeheng: "......?"

Jing Yao carefully selected a few things, and walked in the direction of the bedroom with the pride of having a wife.

Jing Zeheng had a splitting headache, leaned back on the sofa, rubbed the corner of his forehead and waited for the beautiful picture of the second uncle being scolded by his daughter.

Before Jing Yao knocked on the door, Shen Fanyin opened the door first.

She changed her clothes, freshened up, tied her head with a ball, and wore a well-behaved doll collar dress, her cheeks flushed slightly: "Uncle Jing, just now...... I—I'm just so sad, I'm ......."

She felt that maybe she had a grudge against the bed.

Otherwise, why is it in bed every time I am alone with Jing Zeheng?

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to die.

"I know, my brother asked my sister to lean in, it's normal, it's normal!"

Jing Yao felt distressed when he saw her slightly swollen eyes, he came back for her, but he didn't mention Guan Ran, pretending to smile easily and patted her head: "Yinyin, come here, I brought you a lot of things, do you like it."

Jing Yao took Shen Fanyin's wrist to the living room and quietly dragged her out of the bedroom.

He didn't even have a pair of his own socks in his box, and it was full of gifts for Shen Fanyin.

Shen Fanyin looked at the thin "piece" of lace that Jing Yao stuffed into his hand, and after being stunned for a moment, his eyes slowly widened.

Legend has it that the ballet lace, which costs at least a few hundred dollars per square meter, is stuffed into a vacuum bag and pressed into a thin layer because it is disgusted to occupy space.

Such a lace-like cloth, with a half-suitcase.

It is worth mentioning that the suitcase that Jing Yao dragged back was thirty inches.

Shen Fanyin was silent, silent, and only the four big words "Violent Heavenly Things" were left in his mind.

Jing Yao said as he poured things out, "Yinyin, these are sample fabrics, I have invested in a small lace workshop, let them weave you what kind of lace you want, oh yes, I said over there, you can design your own lace and they can do it, but it will take a little longer."

Shen Fanyin: "......"

She had every reason to suspect that Jing Yao would invest in a lace workshop just for her. Moreover, she seemed to know what he called "small workshop".

After all, it is the only workshop in the world that can do Li Ballet lace.

Seeing that Shen Fanyin was holding the sample cloth and didn't speak, Jing Yao just thought she was not interested, and quickly took away the sample cloth in her hand, and stuffed the hellokitty head rope to her: "Let's not mention work, do you still like this big-faced cat?"

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

Big, big-faced cats?

HelloKitty will cry when she hears it, right?

No matter how stupid Shen Fanyin is, he can see that Jing Yao is riveting himself with all his strength.

The tip of her nose was sour unconsciously.

He didn't know what he liked, so he piled up in front of her what he thought he might like.

Unconsciously, Shen Fanyin remembered the appearance of Jing Yao in front of him on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a few moments, she took a deep breath, forced back her tears to replace the headband, raised her face, and finally smiled.

"Uncle Jing, look, is it good-looking?"

With tears in the corners of her eyes, she looked at Jing Yao and asked softly.

Looking back on this week, Jing Zeheng gave up all his work to accompany her, take care of her, and take care of his grandmother, Jing Yao rushed back from abroad immediately after learning the news, and brought a bunch of things just to make himself laugh.

What other reason did she have to dwell on grief?

Even if it was to reassure them, she should let go, and she couldn't and shouldn't continue to be sad.

Jing Yao

looked at it carefully, and then nodded again and again: "It's good-looking, of course it's good-looking!"

Jing Yao gently rubbed Shen Fanyin's head, sat down beside her, and after a while, he whispered, "Yinyin, the deceased is gone, and the living still have to continue to work hard to live."

"You can be sad or cry, but promise me, if you are in a bad mood, you must not stay by yourself, let's vent our bad emotions, I will accompany you, okay?"

Shen Fanyin nodded vigorously, and the hellokitty in her hair followed: "Okay!"

Jing Yao smiled relievedly, and finally felt relieved. He rolled up his sleeves and asked Shen Fanyin, "Is it okay for Uncle to cook for you?" What do you want to eat?"

He naturally pulled Shen Fanyin and walked to the kitchen, and before leaving, he gave Jing Zeheng a look of "You don't know how to raise a daughter".

Jing Zeheng sat where he was, listening to Jing Yao's old-fashioned jokes coming out of the kitchen, and his head hurt even more.