You are the uncle!

The third class in the morning is physical education. Because the college entrance examination is approaching, all physical education classes in the third grade of senior high school will be canceled and changed to self-study in the classroom.

If any teacher wanted to come over for extra classes, the school wouldn't say anything more, but the already little time for exercising was squeezed out again, which made the students in the class suffer.

A class was ruined by Miejue Shitai, and he wanted to take advantage of the self-study class, but he was told that the next class had already been requisitioned by Li Li.

After receiving the news, all the students in the class were listless, and a boy lay powerlessly on the table, staring blankly at the front and sighing: "Hey, when will this day be the end?"

The boy next to him turned his head and comforted him: "You can be content! At least you didn't take two lessons from Miejue Shitai!"

"If that's the case, I'll go to the rooftop to protest now!"

The boy next to him didn't show any face at all, and directly revealed the true colors of the person in front of him: "Pull it down! How dare you go up to the rooftop to protest? You probably haven't set your feet on it yet! Your legs will be weak first." !"

"Your uncle! Have you heard of youcanyouup, nocannobibi?"

"What? I'm evaluating a refrigerator, so I have to learn how to refrigerate myself first?"

"Hey, you are looking for a call today, right?"

"You try it yourself?"

The three of Jiang Xiqiao ignored the big drama in the class and went out to the store together.

In a twinkling of an eye, it was the end of February. When school was over this afternoon, Yin Tingwan sent Jiang Xiqiao to the nursing home as usual, and then he rode his bicycle with an insulated bucket, saying that he was going to Faji to buy soup dumplings for him. Grandma Jiang has a taste.

Jiang Xiqiao took the elevator up to the 4th floor. When he entered the room, he found no one in the room. He immediately put down his schoolbag and went out. He asked the passing nurse, "Hello, please ask. Do you know where the patients in Room 15 go?" Yet?"

"You are Aunt Wen's grandson, right?" After Jiang Xiqiao nodded in recognition, the nurse replied with a smile: "I just saw Xiao Zheng helping her downstairs, I guess she went for a walk in the garden!"

Jiang Xiqiao thanked the human being, went downstairs and walked along the Shizier path to the garden.

When he arrived, Grandma Jiang was chatting happily with a group of old ladies of similar age. Jiang Xiqiao didn't want to go up to be a mascot, and since he had already confirmed Grandma Jiang's location, she simply turned around and went back to the ward to do her homework.

After a while, Grandma Jiang returned to the ward with the help of Xiao Zheng, and she was not surprised to see Jiang Xiqiao. Since Grandma Jiang was hospitalized, Jiang Xiqiao had been running here for a long time. All the patients upstairs and downstairs know that the old lady in 415 has two handsome grandsons.

"Hey, where's the pavilion?"

Sure enough, Grandma Jiang came back and walked around, and asked about Yin Ting's late arrival.

Jiang Xiqiao put down the pen in his hand, tilted his head and jokingly said: "Grandma, I've been sitting here for a long time, and I haven't seen you say a word to me. You asked where the pavilion is as soon as you opened your mouth. I don't know, why not?" He is your own grandson!"

Grandma Jiang was so embarrassed by his teasing that she stretched out her hand and slapped her: "You brat, you can eat this kind of idle vinegar!"

All joking aside, in fact Jiang Xiqiao was also very puzzled. According to the past rules, Yin Ting came back early at this time, and he felt uneasy, so he called Yin Tingwan on the pretext of going out to the toilet.

As soon as the call was connected, Jiang Xiqiao snarled: "Brother, did you go to Japan to buy soup dumplings? It's been an hour and a half and you still haven't come back?"

Unexpectedly, the person on the other end of the phone threw out an explosive message in a flustered tone: "Xiaohe, listen to me first, I'm at the old courtyard right now, something... happened at home."

"What happened?"

"I can't tell you clearly on the phone. Jinghua called you just now. Your phone is busy and you can't get through. We don't know the numbers of your mother and uncle. What's more! Don't tell grandma, she can't stand it when she is too old Excitement, you can find an excuse to sneak out now, and we will talk about it after you come out."

"Okay, I'll come over now, you wait for me!"

"Ok!"

After Jiang Xiqiao hung up the phone, he went back to the ward to clean up his homework. The excuse was also ready-made, and he had a monthly exam tomorrow.

As soon as he left, Grandma Jiang, who was still indifferent just now, immediately took out her mobile phone, found Yin Tingwan's number and dialed it.

"Master, please go to Hongqiao Wholesale Market!"

As soon as he got into the taxi, after Jiang Xiqiao reported the place name, he immediately called Yin Tingwan, who knew that the number he had contacted just now was told by the customer service that the line was busy, and he called Zhao Jinghua again, the same The line was busy, and Jiang Xiqiao became more and more anxious.

However, as soon as he entered the courtyard, Jiang Xiqiao knew that he had been tricked.

Because along the way from the courtyard gate to the entrance of the main hall, two rows of lit candles were placed by someone.

The lights in the room were off, and looking through the courtyard door, only the dim light of candles could be seen.

Jiang Xiqiao closed the courtyard door casually, and walked along the path paved with lit candles to the entrance of the living room. With a 'click' sound, the door that had been closed for nearly a month was opened again.

As the lights in the house were brightly lit, the seemingly similar scene in the house also made Jiangxi Qiaotou very excited.

Starting from the entrance, there is a large or small cardboard box at almost every step, some are just ordinary boxes, and some are beautifully packed with wrapping paper and bows of different materials.

He reached out and opened a few ordinary boxes, which included clothes, shoes, keychains, and nail clippers, as long as they could be bought, regardless of whether Jiangxi Bridge was used or not, they were all piled up here.

Jiang Xiqiao reached out and took a packaged box with a beige post-it note on it. The number 68 was written on the paper, and there was a very hypocritical sentence-'The world doesn't revolve around you, but I am! '

He noticed that almost all the packaged cartons had such a post-it note on them.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you...."

It wasn't until Yin Tingwan's voice came to his ears that Jiang Xiqiao realized that the lights in the house had been turned off at some point. At this time, he was holding a birthday cake with candles, standing in front of him and singing a birthday blessing song silly.

Since Papa Jiang passed away, Jiang Xiqiao never had a birthday again, not because the Jiang family and the Luo family didn't value him, but because Papa Jiang's death day was the day after Jiang Xiqiao's birthday.

At first, I was just not in the mood, but after a long time, everyone seemed to forget it by coincidence.

When Jiang Xiqiao was young, he would still be clamoring for his birthday. When he grew up, others wanted to help him celebrate his birthday, but he himself was not in the mood anymore.

With Yin Ting's personality of being an FBI sooner or later, he certainly wouldn't be ignorant of these things, but even so, he still chose to celebrate his birthday for himself, obviously not for the purpose of gaining his favor.

Seeing Jiang Xiqiao stunned in front of him, Yin Tingwan smiled very happily, and reminded: "Don't stand still, the candles are almost burnt out, make a wish!"

"You're such an adult! What wish do you want?" Jiang Xiqiao was a little embarrassed, and declined with duplicity.

Although Jiang Xiqiao refused, Yin Tingwan insisted, "If I ask you to agree, you will agree!"

Jiang Xiqiao, who couldn't hold back Yin Tingwan, could only close his eyes and silently make a wish in his heart.

After blowing out the candles, Jiang Xiqiao looked at Yin Tingwan, who put the cake in his hand aside, and said to him mysteriously, "Come here, I have something to tell you!"

Jiang Xiqiao waited for a long time but didn't see him speak, so he pushed his arm and urged, "Say it!"

Unexpectedly, Yin Tingwan leaned in front of him, raised his eyebrows and said: "You put your mouth together, I want to say it to yours, this way, what I want to say will penetrate into your heart, so you don't have to go a long way , turned a corner and went in through the ears."

Seeing his indecent appearance, Jiang Xiqiao wanted to scold someone, but when he thought of all kinds of gifts in this room, his shame turned into emotion.

However, if you are moved, you are moved, but you have to criticize what should be criticized.

Jiang Xiqiao looked at him helplessly, pointed to the box and asked, "Don't tell me that you bought all these?"

Yin Tingwan replied confidently: "Originally there were only those packaging boxes, but then I thought, the clothes you are wearing now are basically bought by Dazui and Yuanzi. My people, of course, only buy them." What does it look like to be able to wear what I bought and clothes bought by other men?"

He said and explained: "Isn't there a popular anniversary now? Taking advantage of your birthday, which is also the 73rd day we have been together, I just made up the previous one at one time. Actually, I wanted to give it away a long time ago, but I was afraid You are angry, you have waited until now!"

Jiang Xiqiao didn't bother to correct his wrong ideas, but thought of another thing: "Where did you get so much money?"

Yin Tingwan rubbed his nose, and said with some embarrassment: "Well... don't you have shares in the Yin family?"

Jiang Xiqiao himself also owns 5.00% of the shares in Yuanxun Group, but these shares can only be distributed as dividends and cannot be traded before reaching adulthood, and the annual dividends are only tens of millions, and they are all stored in fixed fund accounts, just like shares. You cannot use it yourself before you are a minor.

And Yin Ting turned [-] years old in June last year. According to the usual practice, he can use the money and shares voluntarily.

But Jiang Xiqiao always felt that Yi Yin Tingwan's temperament was definitely not as simple as just using money.

An ominous premonition gradually surged in his heart, and he asked with a touch of luck, "Don't tell me that you sold those shares?"

"Ok!"

Looking at the nonchalant Yin Tingwan, Jiang Xiqiao only felt his head was as big as a bucket. He turned around in a circle with his head in his arms, and shouted in a broken voice, "Are you crazy? The 5.00% stake in the Yin Group means that What, don't I need to tell you?"

Yin Tingwan thought that he was worried about the future, so he patted his chest and assured him: "Don't worry, even if you don't have Yin's shares, I can still make you live a good life!"

Jiang Xiqiao only felt the veins on his forehead throbbing. After a while, he said helplessly: "I have never doubted your ability. What I am worried about is the Yin family!"

As he spoke, he sighed and had a strong relationship with others: "Although I don't know the specific distribution of Yin's current shares, I know that once your 5.00% shares fall into the hands of people with malicious intentions, the Yin family will suffer. Suffered an unpredictable loss, do you understand?"

"... On this point, you can rest assured that people who buy my shares will never do anything that is not good for the Yin family!"

For some reason, when this question was mentioned, Yin Tingwan became very determined, so firm that Jiang Xiqiao could hear a hint of irony in his words.