The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Xia Changqing happened to pass by the door, only to see Jiang Yi and others returning.

I haven't seen Jiang Yi for almost five or six years, and Xia Changqing's eyes lit up slightly.

The boys who came in were no longer the little children she remembered. At that time, these people were all called sisters and sisters, and now they can all be called big men.

Especially Jiang Yi.

Xia Changqing has always known that Jiang Yi is the kind of little overlord, since he was a child, he was the most horizontal one in the compound.

It looks the best.

Everyone has a beauty-loving psychology. Even if the relationship is the best at Dawn, Xia Changqing still pays the most attention to Jiang Yi.

This kid is not like other children. He seems to be born at the center. Even the equally outstanding Xia Hanyun and Jing Fuxiao will be suppressed a lot by him unconsciously, let alone Ji Moyin.

In the past few years, she had actually paid attention to these people, knowing that Jiang Yi's temperament had not changed.

But now it seems that he has matured a lot.

Without the arrogance that soared to the sky before, now it seems to be a little more restrained, but that little restraint has become a more compelling evil intention.

He is shaved, his facial features are still impeccably handsome, just a bit sharper and harder, more angular, and the ink-colored pupils are absolutely firm, which makes people look at them. Conscious illusion of a dwarf.

Wearing a military uniform is also so handsome that people can't ignore it. A pair of black military boots line the straight long legs more three-dimensionally.

Only after seeing her, she looked a little surprised, as if she had seen a trace of the original shadow.

The only thing that is eye-catching is probably a strange metal doll sitting on his shoulder.

Xia Changqing's smiling face was full, exuding a fatal charm: "Xiao Yi, Dawn, Mo Yin, are all handsome than before!"

"Sister Changqing, when did you come back?"

"Sister Changqing..."

When Ji Moyin and Jing Fuxiao saw Xia Changqing, they all leaned forward. After Jing Fuxiao called out his name, his lips seemed to tremble, and he didn't say anything.

Xia Changqing glanced at him with a soft gaze, and then saw that Jiang Yi seemed to have no interest in retelling the past. He turned his head and looked into the courtyard, then walked around them and walked into the house: "Jun porcelain?"

Hearing him calling someone, Xia Changqing looked at him in surprise, and then said: "Grandpa Jiang took her to fetch fish, I heard what someone said."

In fact, she was already curious about the identity of Junci. She had never seen a person who could be such a comfortable place in Jiang’s family. Especially, although Mr. Jiang loved the juniors, he never asked the juniors to do anything for help, and rarely talked. , But he asked Jun Ci to follow him to fetch fish food, which made Xia Changqing surprised if he had missed something in five or six years after leaving.

Although Xia Hanyun said this is normal.

But she didn't understand where this is normal.

Now even Jiang Yi is calling her name when he comes back. That boy has a very good relationship with Jiang Yi?

"Fetch fish food, and grandpa?"

Sure enough, Jiang Yi was taken aback when he heard her answer.

After a while, they heard talking from the road leading to the small garden from behind.

"I'm a lot of age, not younger than you, but at least you still have common sense. You are a young man and don't even know fish food."

This is an old man's voice with a bit of contempt.

Then a low-alcohol juvenile voice sounded with a bit of depression: "I have never fed fish."