Of course Yuan Youqin has evidence: “Didn’t you see his wallpaper that day at dinner?”
“Isn’t that a female star?”
“What kind of female star? Can a female star stand downstairs in our house?”
Jiang Zhenghong understood instantly: “You mean, the little girl you saw and the person on Jiang Qin’s phone wallpaper are the same person?”
“Yeah, so I think this is most likely the case.” Yuan Youqin nodded decisively.
“Let’s have dinner first. Don’t think about it. Maybe the relationship hasn’t been confirmed yet. It’s not appropriate for us to get involved too early.”
“Hey, I’m just thinking about my daughter-in-law, and I haven’t made dinner yet.”
Yuan Youqin quickly sat up from the sofa, ran into the kitchen in a panic, and finally brought out a bowl of hot instant noodles.
Jiang Zhenghong sighed helplessly, thinking that he hadn’t even mentioned anything about his daughter-in-law. If he starved his husband first, he would lose his wife at the expense of his wife.
It’s all the fault of the dog son, who is there or not. He hesitates all day long and hasn’t inherited any of his heroic spirit!
At the same time, Jiang Qin drove to Guanlan Avenue opposite Confucius Lake. After passing through the long green space, he stopped in front of a single-family garden villa.
He rarely comes here usually, that is, he came once last year when the house was closed. Unexpectedly, it was quite close to Feng Nanshu’s home.
A wealthy family, this “big” is indeed worthy of its name.
But it was strange. Although the yard was brightly lit, there was not much light inside the villa, as if there was no one there.
At this time, the courtyard door suddenly opened, and a woman dressed in black stood at the door and waited quietly, but did not come forward to disturb.
“Jiang Qin, bye.”
“Bye-Bye.”
Jiang Qin watched Feng Nanshu off, then turned around and returned to Hongrong’s home.
It was already eight o’clock in the evening, and the night was getting darker.
There were scattered pieces of snow floating in the sky, falling against the dim light of the street lights, looking like a dream.
There are often children running back and forth on the road, holding burning incense sticks and a box of opened firecrackers in their hands. With a pop, a small hole will pop out in the snow, and then a small hole will pop out. Laughter filled the snowy night.
Such a carefree childhood is really enviable.
But unfortunately, the older Jiang Qin gets, the more blurry Jiang Qin’s memories of his happy childhood become.
I just remember that when I lived in the countryside, there was a child Wang who was two years older than him in the village. He often took them to the grove at the entrance of the village to shoot off cannons.