"It's rumored outside that a woman committed suicide by jumping into the river for you, but you refused to marry, and there was a first love who had been in love for seven or eight years, and I don't know which one is true and which one is false."

Jiang Misheng has never been a good stubble.

Stir up people's sharp teeth, and the words pierce people's hearts.

It was only when she asked Zhou Yinghuai that she put away her claws in front of him.

And he, at this moment, can be regarded as having completely seen Jiang Misheng's original character: "The previous well-behaved were all pretended? ”

"Who is born to be so good-natured?"

"The acting is very good." Zhou Yinghuai is neatly dressed, Sven scum.

"Now divorced, there is no need to act." Jiang Mi put away and looked at it without a trace: "Do you want me to send you out?" ”

He didn't say anything, he just didn't need to.

Zhou Yinghuai bypassed her and walked away.

An indifferent fragrance entered his nose, and he put on his shoes, opened the door and closed it again, and the door panel made a dull sound against the door frame.

Jiang Mi's breath hanging in his throat also fell suddenly, leaving a remnant of horror in his heart.

She waited calmly to see Ning Yue.

For this mother-in-law, Jiang Misheng has heard a little.

Ning Yue was born in a famous family, the Ning family is very powerful in Hangnan, and Zhou Yinghuai's grandfather is the hand of Hangnan, who has been at the helm of Hangnan's lifeblood for decades.

There was contact before marriage.

Jiang Misheng felt that Ning Yue was not a difficult person to get along with, but was so friendly that she was surprised.

……

Seven o'clock the next night.

Zhou Yinghuai drove to pick her up as promised, and rushed to Xiangjianghui, an elegant and high-end private club, set by Ning Yue.

It was a paradise for the ladies.

No matter how cold the queen is, you have to maintain respect for each other in front of the person.

Zhou Yinghuai put away the sharp edge of his expression: "Mom doesn't know about our divorce." ”

"I know what to do."

Jiang Misheng's voice was a little deliberate.

When Zhou Yinghuai stood still, she knew what to do, and put her slender hand on his arm.

He flipped his hands and clasped them, his palms covered with thin calluses, rubbing her five fingers.

Jiang Misheng actually felt so ambiguous: "It turns out that you are also a person with flesh and blood and warmth." ”

"Let's go!"

In front of Ning Yue, she was well-behaved and docile like a cat that had been smoothed out.

Zhou Yinghuai's eyes when he looked at her revealed a different meaning.

It's hate, it's disgust, it's irony.

He stretched out his hand to pick up vegetables for Jiang Misheng, a good old gentleman, pretending to be gentle and considerate.

"Thank you." She also thanked him hypocritically.

But only they know each other that their relationship has long been rotten.

Ning Yue is 53 years old, she is extremely well maintained, and her mental and skin condition is not inferior to that of a woman in her forties, and the bookish spirit of the famous family is vividly reflected on her face.

She just sits, and her posture is self-contained.

Ning Yue spoke: "Grandpa is not in good health, I want to see Misheng, you can take her back to Hangnan for a while!" ”

"Okay."

Zhou Yinghuai is very filial, especially to Ning Yue, who responds to requests, and is filial to his mother and son.

"You've been married for two years, it's time to go back and meet the old man."

When the mother and son were talking, Jiang Misheng sat on the side, listening a little distractedly.

She didn't interject either.

"Misheng."

Hearing Ning Yue calling her, Jiang Mi swooped down, and raised her eyes with a blank look: "Mom." ”

Ning Yue spoke softly and gently: "The day after tomorrow, you and Ying Huai will go back to Hangnan to see your grandfather, can you spare time at work?" ”

She took advantage of the situation to look at Zhou Yinghuai.

He hung his head slightly, his eyes covered by a thick eyelashes.

Jiang Misheng pursed his lower lip: "It's free." ”

Ning Yue showed a smile of relief: "Misheng, Hangnan is not as good as Yifu, the weather is cold, you have to bring more clothes in the past, don't be cold." ”

"Mom, I know."

Jiang Mi's voice replied naturally, and the corner of his eyes swept on the desktop.

Zhou Yinghuai remained silent, his forearm pressed against the table, his fingers were distinct, and his skin was elegant white.

But it's not too white.

"The old man loves to nag, you have to take care of it more when you go with Ying Huai, if you ask about having a child, you can cater to it, and you can cater to it, which can be regarded as giving your mother a face."

Ning Yue is not a good talker, and the scale of discourse is just right.

There is no shelf, Wen Che is friendly, and the words of rejection that come out of her mouth turn into good words.

Jiang Misheng's eyelids lifted: "Hmm." ”

"Ying Huai, you have to take care of Mi Sheng more, work is important, and you can't always ignore your family."

Zhou Yinghuai's eyes deepened: "Okay." ”

Jiang Misheng looked at it, and he didn't understand in his heart, how could someone as amiable as Ning Yue give birth to such a affectionate Zhou Yinghuai.