Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 214 Poor Autistic Little One ([-])

After dealing with Jiang Zhun's affairs well, Mr. Jiang naturally has to find out why Jiang Zhun fell ill when he was fine?

Tan Sang told Grandpa Jiang the whole story, and silently lit a candle for herself in her heart.

After all, this is his grandson.

Tan Sang was not sure that Grandpa Jiang would let it go.

The old man sighed as if resigned to his fate: "Sangsang, grandpa will call your mother to pick you up, you... just go back tonight."

Tan Sang was flattered by Mr. Jiang's tolerance towards her.

All the servants in the manor came to see off this sweet little girl, and even the old man hid in his room and shed tears.

Grandpa Jiang really likes Tan Sang, but for Jiang Zhun's safety.

It was late at night, and no one expected that the young man's clear and shallow voice was slightly dry, just like in the quiet small bungalow in the past.

"Tan Sang."

It was a quiet night, and no one noticed that the young man's cold eyes seemed to have collapsed.

The delicate woman got out of the car and dragged Tan Sang into the car.

After a long time of apologizing to Mr. Jiang, he took Tan Sang home.

Ms. Tan's eyes were cold, she smoked a cigarette, lit it, and the smoke was lingering around her, she didn't care that there was a child beside her.

Suddenly she turned her head and looked at this well-behaved little girl.

Feeling a little restless.

She probably didn't expect Tan Sang to provoke Jiang Zhun, Mr. Jiang's lifeblood.

But the matter has come to this point, it is useless to say more.

She stubbed out the cigarette in her hand, turned her head to Tan Sang: "Go to sleep, the nanny will take you to school tomorrow."

Tan Sang nodded, and went upstairs obediently.

In this so-called home, everything is cold.

Tan Sang went to bed, but couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning.

There was always a pale look in the eyes of the young boy.

But he's getting better soon.

I don't know if Xiaomei will be disappointed when she finds out that she is gone tomorrow.

Upon waking up, Tan Sang was surprised to find that her body was getting bigger little by little.

Tan Sang got out of bed, in front of the big mirror, a head of smooth long curly hair was loosely draped over her thin shoulders, her facial features were exquisite, the tear mole at the end of her eyes set off the pair of peach blossom eyes, which made her even more seductive, with a hook at the end of her eyes, All souls are lost.

Although the white gauze skirt was a bit bigger, it also outlined her plump body.

she is...

grown up?
There are also many things in my mind, little by little, as if to fill the vacancies of these years.

Tan Sang looked at the explanation above his head, [Because the progress bar is too slow, it provides time acceleration for the host.
Now the host is gone, the current favorability value is 30, please continue to work hard. 】

Listening to this rigid mechanical sound, Tan Sang always felt that something was missing.

But didn't ask.

Because now she has to go to school!
As a freshman, Tan Sang has five classes today.

A class is like two hours.

It's too awful.

Dragging his exhausted body, Tan Sang experienced the most sleepy days in history.

She actually...wanted to listen carefully...

Suddenly a phone rang, and a girl's voice chirped: "Jimei, my male god is going to do a live broadcast!"

Tan Sang's mind automatically filled in a blank.

The girl who just called Tan Sang was Fu Xixi, and she was her only good friend in the past 12 years.

And her male god is a pianist and composer——S
It is such a simple and mysterious S that has swept the whole of Asia.

The introduction of this S in Tan Sang's mind has thousands of words.

Baidu is not so complete.

(End of this chapter)