Chapter 119

It was already eleven o'clock when he came home from the hospital. He took a look at the city scenery outside the window and couldn't help but be a little lost in it.

For a long time, the mobile phone on the coffee table suddenly rings.

Jiang Xun bent to pick up: "hello?"

"You son of a bitch! I don't even care about my father's and daughter's family. I know that your father is in Jiang's house, and you're still in trouble! "

The harsh voice came from the other end of the phone. Jiang Xun subconsciously frowned, took the mobile phone down from his ear, hung up the phone, and then emptied his ear, like garbage.

But the people on the other end of the phone didn't intend to make Jiang Xuan feel better, one by one.

"When you had the ability to pry my mother's corner, why didn't you think that following that man would be miserable today?" She got on the phone and spoke directly.

This kind of words seemed to be practiced countless times in his heart, and Jiang Xuan continued to scold: "if you have some eyes, you can see that Jiang Jun's achievements are a piece of rubbish without any knowledge and skills, and all of them depend on my mother to support his glory now.

You two, especially you, killed my mother, and now you're trying to get something out of me? What do you think it is? Cash machine?

Sorry, this function is not open to anyone!

I warn you, ye Ruxin, that it's all my gift that you can still walk in front of me today. If you are harassing me, and you are playing a father daughter relationship with Jiang Juncheng, don't blame me for publishing directly in the newspaper to get rid of the relationship between Jiang Juncheng and me.

My mother and I have nothing to owe you in our life, but what you owe me, I will get it back the same way! "

With that, like a breath of more than ten years, Jiang Xuan hung up the phone directly and lay on the sofa.

I don't know why. Today, Jiang Xun just felt that he was not in a good mood. He finally met a man who hit the muzzle of a gun. He didn't accept white.

He rubbed his sore temples for a long time, then he stood up and soaked himself in a cup of honey water, and took a bath.

Just as she entered the bathroom, the mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated again, and a message came in.

Before the screen went dark, there were two more shakes, and the previous message was cancelled.

After taking a bath, he simply wiped his hair. Then he went back to the living room and handed the warm honey to his mouth.

Conveniently pick up the mobile phone from the table, click open to see a wechat message: Rongjing withdraw a message.

Jiang Xuan was stunned for a moment, looked over and over again, and determined that Rong Jing sent her a wechat and then withdrew it. Only then did he carefully send a question mark.

He didn't wait for Rongjing to get back to him. He simply turned on the computer and carefully checked the previous drawings. After confirming that there were no other omissions, he collapsed and retracted into the sofa.

"Open the door."

Just as sleepiness came, Jiang's mobile phone suddenly rang and such a message popped up.

Staring at the mobile phone screen for a long time, Jiang Xuan, who was trapped and harassed, didn't respond. Until the doorbell rang, he got up from the sofa smartly and stared at the door with a ghost on his face.

The clock pointer on the wall has pointed to the position of three. Jiang even suspected that he was dreaming.

He crept to the door and peered out through the cat's eye. When he saw the enlarged face of xiaobaozi, he was startled and stepped back several steps.

Opened the door, small steamed stuffed bun rubbed the sleepy eyes, looking at the river.

"Mommy..."

He called in a soft voice. As soon as he let go of Rongjing's hands, he was afraid that if he let mommy hold him so rashly, it would cause mommy's disgust. He hesitated for a moment, then drew back his hand and put his arms around Rongjing's neck.

"Won't you invite us in?" I don't know what I've experienced. Rong Jing's face is a little pale. It seems that it's hard to hold the child.