When he came to the little smokey hot spring, Jiang Zhengyao took off his shoes and socks and put them aside, then sat on the ground, slowly sliding the water in the hot spring. Thinking about the days when he was with Jiang Zhengyang when he was a child, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and that smile was called happiness.

After staying in the basement for a while, Jiang Zhengyao left and returned to his room. He had just lying down on the bed for a while, news came from outside that his mother came. He frowned slightly, Jiang Zhengyao hummed disdainfully, and sat up with his hands on his body, but his body still leaned against the head of the bed as if boneless.

"Yaoer, what's wrong with you today?" Jiang asked worriedly as soon as he came in.

After Jiang Zhengyao left, she thought for a long time. Jiang Zhengyao never talked to her in that tone. What was going on today? The only explanation was that he was in a bad mood.

As he reached out to play with his hair, Jiang Zhengyao said lightly: "It's okay. If my mother has nothing else, then I'll go to bed first, it's very sleepy." After that, he yawned a lot, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Seeing that he was like this, Jiang was embarrassed to say anything, so he could only walk out in silence.

****When he came to Jiang Zhengyang's room, Jiang Zhengyang was facing a painting and didn't know what he was thinking. The person in the painting looked a bit like Jiang Zhengyang, but he was a woman. Jiang Zhengyang had more gentleness and less perseverance between his eyebrows.

"Did you think of your mother again?" **** patted Jiang Zhengyang on the shoulder and looked at the woman with a smile on the painting. He didn't want to, but in the end he just turned into a faint bitterness.

Jiang Zhengyang nodded, then put away the painting and put the baby up, and then sat seriously on the chair, looking like he was doing business, which made **** very helpless.

"Yang'er, tell me what you think." **** said to Jiang Zhengyang.

Jiang Zhengyang nodded, and then said, "They said that it would be impossible for people from the rented house to get them over with such conditions. And they didn't have to put the toys outside our family. Later, she said she could give us a chance to cooperate, that is, to be independent."

Actually, Jiang Zhengyang didn’t want to? But his father is a nostalgic person. Because his parents died early, it can be said that he was raised by Mr. Jiang, so he still has feelings. Even though they did a lot of things, of course this time is no exception.

"This..." **** was about to say how this works, but someone blocked his mouth.

"Dad, think about it carefully, I don't force you. If you think that family can give you much, then I really don't object to you doing this at all, but..." Jiang Zhengyang didn't say what happened later, but he believed he understood it.

**** smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly: "After all, he has raised me."

It would be fine if he didn't hear any kind of raising a child. When he heard **** say something about raising a child, Jiang Zhengyang's face suddenly became ugly. He looked at **** with burning eyes, and ****, a man in his forties and fifties, his meaning to Jiang Zhengyang is naturally very obvious.
Chapter completed!