One thought of a flash marriage, the husband teases lightly

Jiang Yining was quite relieved to hear his sincere conversation. At least his attitude let her know that he was not just playing around.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, let's change the story." She smiled, "If there are any problems in the future, we will talk openly and honestly, there will be no more doubts."

He Jinxing's face, which had always been sullen, finally started to smile. He opened his arms and hugged her, pressed his chin on the top of her hair, and said to her: "Xiao Ning, you are great, don't worry about gains and losses." The feeling. Love is not like this."

Jiang Yining was very surprised when he said it right, "Maybe if you like someone, you will worry about gains and losses. I see that what you said is very clear. Then tell me, what is love like?"

He Jinxing thought for a moment and said with a wry smile: "I don't know, maybe I just do whatever I want."

"As you wish..." she murmured, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

It was almost early in the morning, the temperature was very low, and the autumn wind was howling. The two of them stood together and hugged each other for five or six seconds, then they couldn't stand it anymore and both shivered.

Fortunately, he had already reached the door of Jiang Yining's unit. As he watched her go in, He Jinxing took his coat from her hand and said, "Good night, sweet dreams."

Jiang Yining tilted her head slightly, smiled sweetly at him, suddenly put her hands on his shoulders, stood on tiptoes, and pressed a kiss on his lips.

"Good night!" she said and ran away shyly.

He Jinxing reached out and touched her lips. Why are you running away? He won't eat her after kissing her.

He turned around and slowly walked back the way he came, thinking about his relationship with Jiang Yining.During these days, her cheerfulness and enthusiasm infected him, and he was very happy every time he went on a date with her.

Sometimes after returning home, he would miss her, and it would be nice to miss her. Her outlook is consistent with his own, she has a good personality, she is beautiful, and she quite likes him. It would be impeccable to marry such a woman as his wife.

Sometimes he would still think that it was unfair for him to treat Jiang Yining like this. He didn't give as much affection to her as she did, and he didn't give her sincerity, and he felt a little regretful.

But when it comes to feelings, who can tell clearly who pays more and who pays less?To put it bluntly, if you really love someone, it's not all wishful thinking.

Jiang Yining could have wishful thinking, but he, He Jinxing, couldn't just sit back and enjoy the results.Since he has chosen to have a good relationship with Jiang Yining, he must also take it seriously.

Love is a two-way street.

She is Xia Zhi's favorite candidate. No matter what else, he must have a good relationship with her.

On the way back to the old house, He Jinhong sat obediently next to the old man and spoke carefully.

"Grandpa, thank you for letting me come back from Shangdu this time. I promise you that I will take care of my younger brothers and sisters in the future and be a good big brother in front of them!"

Mr. He closed his eyes and nodded lightly, "Well, what else?"

He Jinhong blamed himself and said: "Grandpa, this time in Shangdu, I think of you every night when I can't sleep. I think you took me out to play and bought me delicious food when I was a child. It was the best for me!" It’s because I’m ignorant, and it’s my fault that I still make you sad when you’re so old.”

Mr. He's eyelids moved, "Jinhong..."

He called out to the eldest grandson whom he had loved since childhood, with mixed feelings in his heart, "Jinhong, grandpa asks you, how much do you know about the assassination of your second son?"

"Huh?" He Jinhong was startled and blurted out: "I don't know about this matter. Did someone other than Grandpa go investigate?

Mr. He was not polite and asked him bluntly in a deep voice: "Isn't it you?"

The tone is serious, giving people a tight and oppressive feeling.

The darkness in the car hid the panic in He Jinhong's eyes. He swallowed silently and said calmly: "Grandpa, are you doubting me? How could I do such a thing?"

"It's really not you?" Mr. He asked again.

"Grandpa, I have some unpleasantness with Jinnan, but I can't do anything to kill my brother. Then am I worse than a pig or a dog? He Jinhong said it with true feelings. He wanted to take out his heart and give it to him. Grandpa looks.

After hearing this, Mr. He slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at him, his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand, and he said "good" three times in a row.

He Jinhong was so jealous that if Gao Zhiming hadn't gone to the autopsy in person and confirmed that the killer had died, he would have no worries.Seeing his grandfather like this at this time, he would really think that his grandfather knew everything.

The only witness, the killer, is gone. No one will know that he hired someone to assassinate He Jinnan.

"How did you discuss cooperation with Fang Kun?" The old man asked, changing the subject.

He Jinhong said: "Recently, I have been in Shangdu and haven't had much contact with Fang Shaohui. When I come back this time, I plan to have a good talk and try to settle it as soon as possible."

Mr. He seemed tired and closed his eyes without saying anything else.

He Jinhong waited for a while until he heard his grandfather snoring, then relaxed his body, loosened his tie, and leaned back.

It's really good things don't go out, and bad things travel thousands of miles.

Now everyone in the upper-class business district of Haicheng knows that he has lost his position in the He family, and everyone who comes tonight is avoiding him like the plague.

And that night, he was like the third grandson, getting close to this person and that relative, his face was frozen with laughter, and few people were willing to talk to him.

"Hey..." He couldn't hold it back and let out an angry and tired sigh.

He Jinhong sent the old man home and carried him back to the bedroom himself.After that, he hurriedly left the old house.

Listening to the sound of the car starting in the courtyard downstairs, Mr. He opened his eyes, sat up and stood in front of the window, looking down.

This grandson, whom he had raised and trained with his own hands and whom he loved most, was no longer the same person, which made him feel even more chilled.

Recalling all the warm moments with He Jinhong, the old man couldn't help but wet his eyes, feeling extremely sad.

The car left the old house, and he slowly returned to bed. In the dark night before dawn, he was waiting to give the opponent the final blow. Let's wait and see who is the final winner.

Two months passed so peacefully, He Jinnan and He Jinhong were in peace, and no one disturbed the other.

Just like that, it's the end of December, and in a few days, it will be New Year's Day.

In the past few days, He Jinnan has been working overtime in the company every day, not doing work, but practicing dancing to perform at the company's annual meeting.

A group of senior leaders, eight or nine of them, were asked to dance the girl group dance - the demand was very high.

The leaders were not hesitant and readily agreed to form a dance team and practice every day after get off work.

Xia Zhi was not idle during these days. After New Year's Day, it was grandpa's birthday. Grandpa liked the [-]th birthday picture he gave last year.This year she plans to give away a picture of "Songs and Cranes Prolonging the Year"

She is not as good at painting as calligraphy, so she prepared it a long time in advance. Now half of the painting is completed, and the other half needs to be painted slowly.

The old man was an expert, and she was sure that he would like this painting, so she worked hard on the painting to highlight her high level.

Just to earn some face for my husband!