"Your dad can't save you." Gu Nuannuan pinched his son's little hand hard to scare him, "Don't move around, you'll cut the little flesh."
The little guy was crying loudly, and all his attention was on his hands. Gu Nuannuan was still chatting with his son, "When you were still in your mother's belly, your father cut my nails and my socks."
Your dad also dresses me up. Do you think your dad loves you the most or your mom the most?"
The little tiger was not in the mood to chat with his mother. His tearful little eyes kept staring at his nails. When his mother cut them, it seemed as if he had cut off his "flesh".
After trimming his nails, the little tiger seemed unable to move and no longer dared to take a bottle to drink water. He kept crying for his father to hold him.
But Jiang Chenyu still didn't come home at night, and even Jiang Chenfeng didn't come back.
The next day, Mr. Jiang went out. He went to meet some old colleagues. There was a room full of old people of the same age as him. Mr. Jiang got straight to the point, "Everyone suspects that our Jiang family wants to go against the will, right? Because I am young.
When I was young, I picked a good place and built a house. Now everyone says it is a dragon vein. You all believe it, right?"
Someone spoke up and said, "Lao Jiang, this matter is very complicated and is still under investigation. If there is nothing wrong with it, then everything will be fine."
Mr. Jiang nodded: "I understand. I'm here today just to chat. We won't talk about big things, but we will talk about a group of old guys. I heard that Mr. Meng and Mr. Guo found a half-immortal some time ago.
I showed myself a cemetery, where is it? If you tell me, I will go there to buy a piece of land another day. Maybe in a few years, a group of us old guys will meet down there again."
No one in the room spoke.
Mr. Jiang knew what was going on and asked, "Why, you're not talking anymore?"
The old men looked at each other, and Mr. Jiang continued: "The main thing is that I don't dare to ask someone to help me look at a good place. We are all very old. To put it bluntly, it will be gone if I say no that day. What if I find someone to look at a piece of land again?"
Someone should say that my Jiang family will ascend to heaven and become gods in the future."
"Lao Jiang, this, these words are serious."
Mr. Jiang asked with a smile: "Is it serious?"
The next second, Mr. Jiang slammed the table angrily and yelled, "Everyone who is going to be old knows that when he dies, he should find a good place to bury him so that his descendants can enjoy happiness. Why can't living people do the same? Returning dragon veins is full of ink.
In my half-life as a steward, have you ever seen any president who lived on the dragon's veins to get where he is today? Looking at the past and present, have you ever seen one?"
Mr. Jiang yelled, making everyone in the room silent, and they all held their breath and dared not make a sound.
Mr. Jiang's eyes swept across the people present, "The people who can sit in high positions are all elected by the people. Can they be covered by one dragon? That's pedantic! What a nonsense!
I know what you are afraid of. My second son is called the emperor of the business world by all walks of life, and you are all afraid that he will become king one day. My eldest son has a high and powerful position, and some people think that he is colluding with my second son, officials and businessmen, and that is why we are here today.
But you haven't opened your eyes to see what my eldest son has done during his reign, how much money my second son has donated over the years, how many good deeds he has done, and how many popular projects he has done!" After Mr. Jiang finished his roar, his tone gradually softened, "
When we couldn't raise money, when was it not my second son who took action? When was the project paralyzed, when was it not the Jiang family who took over the mess? Where was there a disaster, and when was it my Jiang family who didn't contribute money or effort?"
Mr. Jiang couldn't help but ask, "If we really destroy the Jiang Group, will things be better for you? If we really bring down my eldest son, will the Jiang family collapse? I'll tell you this, and I'm not afraid of you investigating. The Jiang family will always be the Jiang family."
Home."
He stood up, holding his crutches with both hands, "What I said today has offended me a lot. Dear brothers, I have to leave the party today. I still have a young grandson at home. I will go home and put him to sleep. Say goodbye."
He walked out of the room with his head held high, sat in his own car, and said, "Go home."
The car drove away slowly, leaving the old people in the room looking at each other.
When he arrived at home, Mr. Jiang saw the little tiger on the sofa with his mouth open and crying, "Hey, my good grandson, why are you crying again? Grandpa is back."
The little tiger raised his little arms and stepped barefoot on the sofa, insisting that his grandpa hold him.
The servant explained, "Master, it's time for Young Master Sun to go to bed, but he won't let our servants hold him. The two young ladies are not at home, and you are not at home either. Young Master Sun looked around for you and couldn't find you, so he sat on the sofa.
cry."
The little tiger only sticks to his family, Wei Aihua has also gone out, and Gu Nuannuan is in the library. Her exam is approaching, and she has been thinking about it a lot recently. The registration time includes checking the score standards of previous years to see which school she is promising.
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I left the child at home, hoping to keep him busy and keep the noisy old man from his wild thoughts, but he didn't expect Mr. Jiang to go out secretly. There was no adult at home. The little tiger was very wary when facing a strange servant, and even the servant handed him a
He won't drink from the bottle.
He kept crying and asking for "pinch" until his grandfather came home. The tearful little boy sat in his arms, sobbing while being held and drinking milk powder.
Mr. Jiang's heart was broken. He hugged his little grandson and felt heartbroken.
"Pinch, my dad~"
The little tiger hasn't seen his father for several days. He misses him.
Mr. Jiang: "Your dad will be back in two days. After drinking the milk powder, go to bed. When you wake up, let's video chat with Chen Yu."
The little tiger cried, drank the remaining milk powder in his arms, and lay in his grandfather's arms to sleep. Before going to bed, he said, "Pinch, daddy will watch."
"Okay, wake up and watch Chenyu video, go to sleep."
After patting his little grandson to lull him to sleep, Mr. Jiang lovingly stroked his grandson's face and said, "The Jiang family will always be the Jiang family and will never fall."
The little tiger snorted in his dream.
After waking up, he held his cell phone and wanted to video chat with his father. As a result, Jiang Chenyu's cell phone was not connected for a long time. The little guy cried. Mr. Jiang watched cartoons with his grandson, but the little tiger didn't watch either.
He had no choice but to call Jiang Chenyu and said, "Hey, Chenyu, Tiger is crying thinking about you. Please talk to your son quickly."
As soon as the phone was put to the little guy's ear, the little guy heard his father's voice, "Hey, son."
He burst into tears and cried, "Dad~"
"Be good, I miss you daddy."
Jiang Chenyu laughed, feeling a little bitter in his heart. He had been busy these days and would contact his wife in the middle of the night. The children were all asleep at that time, so he ignored his son. Unexpectedly, the little guy would think that he wanted to cry.
."Come on, daddy will make a video for you."
Jiang Chenyu hung up the phone, opened the video and watched each other for five minutes with his son. Assistant He came in and interrupted, "Dad is busy. You listen to grandpa at home. You and grandpa will go to pick up Xiao Nuan Nuan home in the evening. Dad won't
At home, take care of mom for dad, okay?"
Grandma Xiaoshanjun nodded with her little face, "Yeah~"
"Be good, daddy loves you."
The little tiger seemed to understand what he meant. He smiled at his grandfather and pouted his little mouth, as if he wanted to tell his grandfather that his father loved him.