Dr. Jiang is very gentle (gl) + side story

When she met Shang Jiang Lai's cold eyes that could freeze, the following words stuck in her throat.

Jiang Lai stepped on the brake, and the car stopped a few hundred meters away from the manor.She looked at Cen Miao and asked a soul question: "Do you want me or 600 billion?"

It's harder to choose who to save first than when your mother and girlfriend fall into the water at the same time.

Only children make choices, Cen Mi is not human: "600 billion..."

Jiang Lai gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turned white.

Cen Mu forcefully said, "That's impossible!"

The heart of a money fan is bleeding, and the so-called heart is cut like a knife is nothing more than that.

Jiang Lai restarted the car, looked ahead and said softly, "Just don't regret it."

Cen Miao leaned on the seat, lazily brushed his hair, and said solemnly, "I won't regret it."

Isn't it 600 billion?

Not long after.

"What is your father's contact information?"

"..."

On the road in the suburbs at night, a black Benz accelerated suddenly and drove close to 200 yards.

After getting off the car, Cen Miao vomited in a daze, and the heartache of losing 600 billion was temporarily left behind.

Jiang Lai handed her a bottle of water: "Do you regret it?"

Cen Miao wiped her mouth, spit out her tears, she said awkwardly: "Don't dare, dare not..."

Jiang Lai still had a cold face.

Cen Miao pursed his lips, leaned closer to Jiang Lai, and hugged her waist: "I really don't regret it, but I don't know what you and your father said, 600 billion is such a big sum, your father is willing to give me some secrets." .”

Jiang Lai sighed, gently stroked Cen Mi's back, and said softly, "Are you still motion sick?"

Cen Miao shook his head: "If you vomit, you won't faint."

"I'll tell you about it when I get back to the hotel."

The hotel suite they booked for Cheng Qinghong left Jiang's house now, and they had nowhere to go, so they had to stay in the hotel temporarily.

Cheng Qinghong hadn't slept yet, seeing the two of them coming, he said unexpectedly: "Aren't you going to stay at the winery for one night?"

Jiang Lai said: "I'm afraid you'll be bored by yourself, so I'll come back to accompany you."

Cheng Qinghong said, "It's okay, anyway, I'm going to meet a friend tomorrow."

"Which friend?"

Cheng Qinghong's eyes dodged a little: "You don't know me, my old classmate."

Jiang Lai didn't ask any more questions, nodded and said, "Then you should go to bed early, Cen Mi and I have also slept."

"well……"

After washing up, Cen Miao put his arms around Jiang Lai and gave him a kiss with affection in his eyes: "My dear Jiang Lai, I like you so much..."

Jiang Lai was unmoved: "Compared to 600 billion?"

Cen Miao turned over and pressed Jiang Lai, bowed his head and kissed the doctor: "A moment of Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, 600 billion, how many nights do you think you can earn it back?"

Jiang Lai raised his eyebrows: "It's only worth a thousand gold?"

Jiang Lai changed the subject, and smiled brightly: "Of course it's worth a thousand dollars."

Hearing this, the corners of Jiang Lai's mouth rose slightly.Cen Mi thought to himself, the advantage of finding a gentle girlfriend is that it is really easy to coax.

Cen Miao lay on Jiang Lai's body, with his long legs entwined, but he did not forget to ask Jiang Lai something serious: "So what did your father tell you?"

Jiang Lai thought for a while and said, "Cen Mi, do you think my mother is a little slow to respond?"

Cen Miao: "Huh?"

…………

Cheng Qinghong got up early in the morning and dressed up deliberately. She is already in her fifties, and she can still vaguely see her beautiful face when she was young.

Jiang Lai also woke up. Seeing that Cheng Qinghong was about to go out, he pretended to be nonchalant and asked her, "Where are you going? Do you want me to drive you there?"

Cheng Qinghong declined, "No, I'll just take a taxi."

Jiang Lai took out the milk from the refrigerator, opened it, took a sip, and said, "Well, do you have enough money?"

"Enough, how can I use up the amount you gave me last time? Don't worry."

Cheng Qinghong put on her bag, turned around and hurried out the door.

She didn't notice that she went out the front foot, and Jiang Lai and Cen Miao followed behind.

Cheng Qinghong first went to a flower shop and bought a bouquet of flowers. Cen Mi recognized that the flowers Cheng Qinghong bought were the same as the ones she bought for Jiang Lai but didn't give away last time, they were sunflowers.

After buying the flowers, Cheng Qinghong stood on the side of the road and waved for a taxi.Cen Miao and Jiang Lai quietly followed the taxi at a distance.

The taxi drove all the way to the suburbs and stopped at the gate of the most expensive cemetery in City A.

Cen Miu said, "The classmates my mother met live here?"

Jiang Lai didn't think it was strange, she expected Cheng Qinghong to come to the cemetery, if she didn't guess wrong, Cheng Qinghong was looking at someone else, it was Wei Mingyu.

After getting off the car, Cheng Qinghong turned into the cemetery, holding flowers, she went straight to a luxuriously repaired cemetery, and put the flowers in her arms beside the stele.

The photo of the woman on the tombstone was still in her 20s, with a faint smile on her lips and gentle eyes, as if she was looking directly at the visitor.

Cheng Qinghong squatted in front of the stele, looked at the photos for a long time, and finally couldn't help sobbing: "Mingyu, I'm old, but you are still so young."

A gust of wind blew, making the trees and grass rustle, but it sounded like a whimper.

Cheng Qinghong wiped her eyes, and continued to say to the woman in the photo: "Alai has grown up, and brought his girlfriend to see me... It's really strange, looking at her child, I always think of you."

Speaking of this, Cheng Qinghong took out a piece of paper with writing from her bag and placed it in front of the monument. Thinking of the past, her voice was endlessly gentle: "This is my favorite poem when we were studying, do you still remember it? Right? When you were a child, you copied a copy and gave it to me, and I still keep that piece of paper. I have nothing else to give you, so I also copied a copy of this poem and gave it to you."