Fake daughters are wealthy

Jiang Xianrou pushed his wheelchair towards the living room, and answered his question generously: "The school organizes the self-enrollment examination, and I am a member of the student union. I will go to the school to help out and take care of the students who have passed the examination."

"Oh, it's another year of self-enrollment." Mr. Jiang leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair, full of emotion: "Time flies so fast, I still remember that year when you self-enrolled and entered Tsinghua University..."

At this moment, Jiang Zongnan and Tang Wanru came over with cooked dishes, and when they heard what he said, they happily interjected, "Dad, that was all three years ago, and Xianrou is about to be in her junior year, you forgot, you I even held a parent-teacher meeting for Xianrou before."

Mr. Jiang recalled that he seemed to have been to Qingda University once last year, but instead of holding an ordinary parent meeting for Jiang Xianrou, he witnessed Jiang Xianrou being awarded the honorary title of outstanding student of Qingda University as a parent.

Thinking of this, he saw Jiang Xianrou's eyes became softer and more loving. He was about to ask her what she planned to do after graduation.

Suddenly heard.

"Speaking of self-enrollment, Grandpa, I met a man in Beijing today." Jiang Xianrou pushed him to the dining table and walked over with a embarrassed expression: "I don't know if I should tell you."

Seeing her expression, the kindness on Mr. Jiang's face gradually softened. Looking at her with cloudy but energetic eyes, his tone became much lighter: "You can think it through before you talk."

Seeing the old man's calm tone, Tang Wanru knew that Jiang Xianrou had done something wrong and made the old man unhappy.

She put down the bowls and chopsticks, was busy smoothing things out in the middle, gave Jiang Xianrou a look, and said, "Xianrou, what are you doing, we are all one family. If you have anything to say, just tell grandpa, if there is anything you don't know what to do You shouldn't have said it!"

Jiang Xianrou met her mother's gaze, and immediately reacted, bent down and pulled Mr. Jiang's arm coquettishly: "Grandpa, don't be angry, I didn't mean that. I was just worried about your body, so I hesitated."

In fact, old man Jiang was not very angry, it was just a trivial matter, and Jiang Xianrou was his own granddaughter, and he had lived a long time before he could get angry with his granddaughter just because of a word.Immediately, he patted the back of her hand and comforted her silently: "Say it, there's nothing bad to say, I won't be angry."

Jiang Xianrou: "Grandpa, are you really not angry?"

Mr. Jiang frowned, his dark eyes were focused, he couldn't figure out why she had to emphasize repeatedly that he would be angry.

How big a thing could be worth his anger?

Seeing that the preparation was almost done, Jiang Xianrou hesitated, and said hesitantly, "I met someone today."

She's less vague and less interesting.

The more she is like this, the more everyone cares.

Even Jiang Zongnan asked in a low voice, "Who did you meet?"

Jiang Xianrou scanned the crowd and said the name: "Qiao Nian."

Mr. Jiang reacted the most. Changing Shu Lang's calm look just now, his hale and hearty face showed surprise and concern. He grabbed the sides of the wheelchair and almost stood up.He asked like a cannonball: "Where did you meet Nian Nian? She came to Beijing? Why didn't you tell me? When you saw her, she was alone? Where is Jiang Li, isn't she by her side?"

The more Mr. Jiang talked, the more worried he became, his brows were furrowed, and he muttered, "I'm not in good health recently, and you keep refusing to let me take the plane."