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Steward Song's work was very efficient. The next day, he ordered adult flower plants and brought many seedlings with him.

While waiting, Ming Yang watched TV in the living room for a while, and couldn't wait to hang out in the garden.

I don't know how many videos I played for Jiang Chongnian this morning.Ming Yang explained that as long as you think about it a little bit, you should see it immediately, otherwise you will feel very uncomfortable.

Jiang Chongnian also managed not to miss the video that the teenager might call at any time.

Now he was squatting under the white stone fountain, holding two coins in his hand, shaking them back and forth with tinkling sounds.

"What is Mr. Jiang doing?" Ming Yang looked at the busy people in the video, and asked curiously, "Are you still working? Will the CEO pay overtime for working overtime? Pay yourself? Mr. Jiang, don't be busy, I'll spend Money buys you."

Jiang Chongnian signed the form, put the cap on the pen, moved his wrist, took his mobile phone and walked slowly to the window, and said amusedly: "This is the fifth time Zai Zai said today that he wants to buy me, so he wants to tie me up so much." Are you around?"

"I really miss you," Ming Yang felt depressed for a moment, "I just asked Aunt Yu how many days are left before Chinese New Year, and she said one month and three days, Mr. Jiang, you already owe me a cup of milk tea, two good mornings Kiss, countless hugs, you have to remember to return them to me."

"Zai Zai's calculation is so clear, I don't think it's hard to renege on it."

"Mr. Jiang..." Ming Yang put the coins into his pocket, curled his lips, his face almost occupied the entire screen, and said aggrievedly: "I want you to hug me."

"Clingy," Jiang Chongnian softened his heart and compromised, "I'll come and see you in two days, so don't be sad."

"How many days are two days?" Ming Yang is rare and shrewd, "People always like to talk about two days, but this two days is not two days at all, maybe three days, five days, ten days... I don't like it Two days...I want it right away."

Jiang Chongnian was taken aback for a moment, carefully thinking about whether he had said this to him before, which caused the teenager to be bitter, but he really couldn't remember, so he simply comforted him: "Since Zai Zai doesn't like it, then I won't talk about it next time. I will come to see you tomorrow .”

"Mr. Jiang keeps his word. I must see you tomorrow."

"I promise."

"How many days?" Ming Yang deliberately said, "If it's more than three days, I'll wake up laughing from my dreams."

"To prevent Zai Zai from dreaming and waking up with laughter, it will be three days."

Ming Yang felt that he had said too little. If he had known Mr. Jiang was like this, he would have said four days, five days, ten days...

Although he didn't perform well, he was still satisfied and hung up the video, and it happened that the flower delivery car came.

He Shen came with him, disguised as a flower farmer... On a cloudy afternoon with a cold wind, he wore a large black and white layered sun hat, a medical white mask and an opaque sunglasses.

Ming Yang noticed him because, as a temporary flower farmer, he didn't plant the bouquet immediately, but chose to sneak into the villa, and then ran to the study to find his brother, but never came out.

Sang Jin came over from the small corridor carrying a teapot, and saw Ming Yang at the door of the study.She is still wearing an off-white dress today, but with a different style.

"Young master, don't wait any longer. The butler has found a gardener for you, on the way here." Sang Jin was carrying tea, but didn't intend to enter the study.

"Do you know who's inside?" Ming Yang asked curiously.

Sang Jin smiled quietly: "I'm afraid there is no one in the capital who doesn't know this Young Master He. He comes here often, and I know it's him just by looking at his back."

"So powerful." Ming Yang nodded himself, not wanting to disturb his brother and sister-in-law, and was about to go downstairs, when he turned around and saw a transparent plastic bag on the ground.

Ming Yang picked it up before Sang Jin, and there were a few slightly curly hairs inside, easily overlooked if he wasn't careful, "What is this for?"

"Oh, I cleaned the house in the morning and threw the garbage on the corridor." Sang Jin took the bag without haste, crumpled it into a ball and held it in his hands. There are places where it blows, and I will clean it again in a while."

"It seems to be my hair inside. Is there my hair on the third floor? I don't come here often." Ming Yang subconsciously pulled his curly bangs, "Why did I lose my hair?"

"The hair just falls off normally, young master, don't worry, it won't fall out." Sang Jin, like a big sister, took Ming Yang downstairs with a smile, and said, "The flower seedlings will be delivered in a while, and I will grow them with you. When I was a child in my hometown, I often fiddled with these, and there was a way to make the flowers bloom densely and beautifully."

Ming Yang obediently followed her downstairs, the gardener never came, and he had nothing to do, so he simply lay on the sofa and listened to Sang Jin tell his own story, which was the same as reading a picture book, even more interesting than a picture book.

"Life in the country is much more free than in the city. My mother liked to grow flowers when she was young. As far as my sister and I can remember, the yard was filled with flowers from all over the place. After she was gone, I was responsible for the flowering time. Taking care of it." Sang Jin half-kneeled in front of the coffee table, carefully wiping the reflective glass surface with a soft smile on her face.

Ming Yang's eyes followed the white rag, and asked casually: "Then you come to Ming's house to work, what about the flowers and plants at home, is my sister taking care of them?"

Sang Jin paused, as if it was difficult to speak, and smiled relievedly, "No one is taking care of her. My sister is in the hospital...she is a mental patient. My mother died by mistake when she was ill. This is not the case in the Ming family. It's a secret."

She said it lightly, but smiled bitterly, "I am a single-parent family. My mother is gone. Although my sister is receiving treatment, when I went to see her in the mental hospital two days ago, the dean said that her seizure frequency is getting higher and higher. I I think I will probably be the only one in this family.”

Ming Yang couldn't empathize, he had never heard such a horrific story, and asked curiously: "Why did she kill her mother by mistake? Isn't mother the person who loves children the most in this world? How can she be willing?"

"Well...schizophrenia," Sang Jin patiently explained to him: "When the disease attacks, it usually causes cognitive and behavioral disorders, and she will feel that she is right to do so. So in a sense, Don't blame her for whatever she does."

Ming Yang was immersed in the sadness of losing her mother for her, and Sang Jin patted Ming Yang's hand lightly to bring him back to his senses.

Her smile dissipated her bitterness and turned warm, "Young master, I am very grateful to the Ming family, especially Master Mingchen. Before everything happened, my aunt was an aunt in the Ming family. In order to treat my sister, my aunt took me Introducing me to the Ming family, the treatment is good, and the young master Ming is also very kind, and it has given me a lot of convenience."

Sang Jin fell into memories, and after a moment of silence, she continued: "My sister's condition improved and the Ming family lived with me for a while. It's embarrassing to say that she caused a lot of trouble for the young master. Uh...Master Ming Chen He is a rare good man, and I don't think he should be let down by anyone."

"Since the illness is cured, why do you still go to the hospital..." Ming Yang couldn't figure it out.

"It got better, but it relapsed later." Sang Jin couldn't help wiping the tea table with more force, "It was that attack, she killed my mother."

Ming Yang bit his lip, feeling astringent and indescribably bored in his heart.He thinks Sang Jin is someone who is full of sour stories.He turned his head to look at Sang Jin with slightly red eyes, and said seriously: "It will be lonely without my mother and sister around... If you want, I can accompany you as an older brother."

Sang Jin laughed out loud at his words, "Young master, you are only a little older, and you are more or less a younger brother."

"Your brother is fine too." Ming Yang said firmly, "You will be Sister Sang Jin from now on, and you can call me Yang Yang just like your brother."

Sang Jin stared at him in astonishment for a few seconds, reached out hesitatingly, rubbed his hair lightly, and said with a relieved smile, "Okay. Let's go Yang Yang, let's go to the yard to see if the gardener is here."

Four or five gardeners came, and Ming Yang was taken aback by the tools he brought. Hearing the 'boom' sound of digging, he said in embarrassment: "I thought planting flowers was just digging a hole, just bury the roots."

Sang Jin put an umbrella for Ming Yang to keep out the drizzling rain, and explained: "Master Ming Chen ordered that all of this land be used to plant flowers for Yang Yang. The project is a huge one, and of course professional earth-moving machines will be used."

"Then I can't help you." Ming Yang held the small shovel and picked the handle in disappointment.

Sang Jin: "Yangyang can make suggestions, for example, what kind of garden do you want, tell the gardener, and she will reproduce it for you."

So this afternoon, Ming Yang took a pencil and a sketchbook and drew a rough sketch. After finishing the drawing, he looked forward to handing it to the gardener, "I want something like this."

He roughly drew the layout of the garden that Mr. Jiang arranged for him.

The gardener was taken aback for a moment, and asked doubtfully, "Where did you see it, young master?"

"Boyfriend's house." Ming Yang flipped over his phone to show the gardener a picture of the garden, "I hope to have the same yard."

"It turned out to be President Jiang's house." The gardener said with a smile, "I was there at the time, but every layout was designed by President Jiang himself, and I was only in charge of planting flowers."

There are still such coincidences in the world, Ming Yang glanced at Sang Jin in surprise, "It's really possible to make one that is exactly the same!"

Seeing that it was about the same time, Sang Jin urged Ming Yang who was behind the gardener to have dinner.From the garden on the left, the tree-lined gravel road was drizzled and wet and slippery. Sang Jin was afraid that he would fall, so she reminded her to pay attention to her feet after walking a few steps.

"Yangyang, is Jiang Chongnian your boyfriend?" Sang Jin asked.

Ming Yang nodded, "Yes, I'm going back to Yicheng to marry Mr. Jiang after the Chinese New Year, will Sister Sang Jin come to have a wedding wine?"

"Aren't you staying in the capital?" Sang Jin's tone was imperceptible, "You are the younger brother of Master Mingchen, so you should stay with him."

"Mr. Jiang and I will be able to accompany my brother even if we are married." Ming Yang added: "My brother will not be alone, and he has his sister-in-law He Shen."

"How can it be the same? You put most of your energy on Jiang Chongnian, and it's easy to ignore Master Mingchen." Sang Jin felt a little disdainful, "As for how deep? It's too careless, and it feels...at least in my opinion, not at all. Good. He is not suitable for Master Mingchen."

"What's wrong with sister-in-law He Shen?" Ming Yang frowned, "Is he treating brother badly?"

"He's not good enough for your brother."

Ming Yang wanted to say that feelings are a matter between two people, and Mr. Jiang once said the same.But Sang Jin didn't seem to like He Shen at all, after thinking about it, she decided not to talk about He Shen's sister-in-law with her.

Ming Yang finally saw He Shen at the dinner table who had retreated from his disguise. He was sitting next to Ming Chen, and the two were talking, which was not pleasant.

"Hello, sister-in-law He Shen." Ming Yang said politely.

Seeing Ming Yang's arrival, He Shen greeted him without seeing the outsider: "Is Xiao Ming Yang still used to living at home? If you are not used to it, you must say it."

"accustomed."

Ming Chen glanced at He Shen impatiently, "You are an outsider, so be careful when you speak. Get out after eating!"

"Honey, why don't you recognize someone when you turn your face around?" He Shen moved the chair closer to him, "I'll stay with you for one night, it's snowing outside, the tires will definitely slip when I go back, if I die in a car accident—"

"Sleeping in the utility room." Ming Chen interrupted him, and took a piece of steamed fish for Ming Yang.

Ming Yang looked at He Shen and then at his brother. The two of them seemed to be arguing.Why is it still not good after so long.He buried his head in the fish, took a bite of the rice and said, "Brother, Mr. Jiang is coming to see me tomorrow, can I invite him to the house?"

He Shen swallowed, the air condensed instantly, no one spoke, Ming Yang asked again persistently.

Ming Chen ate his meal as if nothing had happened, and said indifferently: "Come if you want." After a pause, he added: "You can't stay overnight."

Ming Yang's appetite greatly increased with joy, which surprised He Shen, he leaned close to Ming Chen's ear, and said aggrievedly: "You are so generous to Ming Yang who you care about the most, can you be more generous to me, even a little bit? "