“I must be sleepy. I have to go to sleep first. When I wake up, everything will be normal.”
Jiang Qin turned around and went back to his room, covered his head with a quilt and fell asleep.
He didn’t know how long he slept for. When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Qin found that light was constantly coming from the crack in the door, and at the same time, there were waves of voices.
Jiang Qin lifted the quilt, scratched his head and walked out of the room. He found Jiang Zhenghong sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and watching TV, and the conversation officially came from the kitchen at home.
“Dad, where are you having tea?”
“You brat, you still know how to go home? It’s been three days of vacation.” Jiang Zhenghong scolded him with a bluffing face.
Jiang Qin yawned and turned to look in the direction of the kitchen: “I’ve been too busy these three days, so I’ve been delayed for a while. By the way, are there any guests at home?”
“Hey, you brat, you are quite self-aware. Do you already know that you are a guest?”
“?”
Jiang Qin was stunned for a moment: “What do you mean, Lao Jiang? I’ve only been away for half a year. You guys won’t change all your sons, right?”
Jiang Zhenghong pondered for a moment: “If you want to say that, there is nothing wrong with it.”
“…”
Jiang Qin turned around and went straight to the kitchen, thinking to himself, I want to see who is occupying the magpie’s nest. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yuan Youqin cooking, and there was a girl cooking beside him.
She is very tall, with long legs and slender waist. She has long, silky black hair hanging down her shoulders. She has a soft side face and attractive eyebrows. Her long eyelashes are brightened by the kitchen lights, and her cold expression looks cool and stupid.
What she wore on her feet were the same slippers that Jiang Qin found in the shoe cabinet when he came back.
At this moment, Yuan Youqin took a spoonful of soup from the casserole and handed it over. He saw the girl gently opening her mouth, exhaling twice and then taking a sip, and then let out a satisfied roar, her eyes bright.
“Does it taste good?”
“It tastes good. Everything Auntie makes tastes good.”
Damn it, what is this sense of déjà vu like a loving mother and a filial daughter plus a happy family? Jiang Qin’s head was so big.
He is the only son of the Lao Jiang family. I have never heard that before an only son returns home, the whole family should be happy first. What kind of logic is this?
Is it really possible for someone to suddenly appear in the family to be so natural?
Jiang Qin was in a daze when he realized that the girl standing in front had turned her head and looked at him coldly, as if she were a beautiful woman, but her eyes were obviously very happy.
“Little rich woman, why are you at my house?”
“If you don’t come back, I’ll come here to play.” Feng Nanshu said confidently.