Chapter 1337： Angel boy, lovely (49)

Chapter 1337 Angel boy, lovable (49)

When I first saw it, I thought that this child was good-looking, with a lot of extravagance, and I knew it was not a child of ordinary people.

I thought I would be very arrogant and difficult to get along with, but I didn’t expect to be so honest and talk a lot.

Su Qiao was afraid that they would never finish thanking them, so he interrupted quickly: "Mom, it's not early, let's eat quickly, he has to go back after eating."

After eating, Su Qiao sent Jiang Yihan out of the community under the instruction of Su’s mother.

The sky was completely dark, and Su Qiao was worried that he would go back alone.

Directly took the person to the new house a few blocks away, drove the car out, and directly sent the person to the vicinity of the Jiang’s villa area.

"Your mother..." Jiang Yihan was deeply moved today and wanted to say something.

Su Qiao lay on the car window and smiled at the boy outside: "My mom is fine, right?"

"Hmm." Mother Su is really good.

Jiang Yihan grew up so old and never knew that other people’s mothers were like this.

Compared with his mother, he even had a ridiculous idea.

He might be... not his mother.

"Do you want to turn her into your mother?"

Su Qiao was like a wolf grandmother, abducted with a smile.

Jiang Yihan was stunned: "What...what do you mean?"

How can her mother become her own mother?

Su Qiao laughed loudly: "We are married, won't she also become your mother? A idiot."

"I...I went back."

Jiang Yihan's face flushed to his neck, turned around, and walked, but he turned smoothly.

Su Qiao looked amused again, until he saw him enter the gate of the villa area with his own eyes, and then started the car and walked back.

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"Do you still know to come back?"

The surging wave in his heart hasn't stopped yet, as soon as he stepped into the hall door and heard the cold questioning voice, the blood in Jiang Yihan's whole body instantly cooled.

He never expected that she would be back today, at this time.

These days, he really indulged himself too much, so indulgent that he has forgotten everything and his previous life.

Jiang Meng didn't expect that he hadn't come back for two weeks, so he was so wild that he didn't even go home on time after school.

Thinking of his declining grades, thinking of his violation of yang and yin, Jiang Chu, who had been exhausted recently, slapped the past fiercely:

"Say, where did you go fooling around? Who are you with whom?"

Jiang Yihan lowered his head, licked the **** smell at the corner of his mouth, and raised his head stubbornly: "I don't have one."

She is not a stubborn person.

They are dealing with each other in a fair manner, not a fool.

"No?"

"Do you still dare to say?"

Jiang Meng was so angry that his chest kept rising and falling, turning around and grabbing a large paper ball from the coffee table and smashing it on his head: "Then what is this?"

"Ah, what is this? Who is the woman on this?"

Jiang Yihan shook his whole body and hurriedly picked up the paper ball from the ground and opened it.

Sure enough, it was the painting he painted in Xiangshan last Sunday.

It's just the painting at this time, already wrinkled out of shape, and the back of the woman in the middle is messed up by the black paint pen.

He hid this painting carefully at the bottom of the closet. He was afraid of being seen by her, but she found it out unexpectedly.

Jiang Yihan's eyes gradually turned red, and the hand holding the painting trembled.

This is the first time he wanted to treasure something, and for the first time he wanted to get something completely his own.

Unexpectedly, she was still ruined.

Why?

Why is she different from other people's mothers?

Why is she not like a mother at all?

He doesn’t have too many thoughts, he just...just humblely wants to keep this beautiful memory...

(End of this chapter)