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Chapter 172

Mr. Jiang looked at his daughter-in-law's pleasing tone and was very curious about who it was!

Just as he was about to ask, Gu Nuanxi immediately shouted, "Husband~ Are you in trouble?"

Big Tiger = Jiang Chenshao?

Old Jiang is asking a question mark, is my second son a big tiger?

What a strange name?

However, he was wise not to come forward to disturb him. After all, what he was doing was secretly carried out with his son on his back.

Mr. Jiang was in a good mood on the phone. He murmured and asked gently: "What are you doing?"

“I’m in class.”

Mr. Jiang said unexpectedly, "Why are there any mess around?"

Gu Nuanxi immediately hid under the table and replied: "Ah, that's because we were discussing problems in class, so we were a little confused. I'm alone ~ where are you?"

“The company works overtime.”

"Oh oh oh." Gu Nuanxi was glad: That's good, that's good.

A waiter around saw Gu Nuanxi squatting on the ground, thinking that she was picking up chopsticks, so he stepped forward to ask. Old Jiang was so scared that he immediately stood up, stopped the waiter, and made a "shhh" gesture to her.

The waiter was covered.

Mr. Jiang said in response: "I'm making a phone call."

The waiter nodded, compared the "ok" gesture, and replied to Mr. Jiang in a lip-syncing manner: I understand!

The strange movements of the old and the young in the restaurant attracted other students around them, and no one knew what the two were doing.

Jiang Chenshao asked: "When is the time to get off school?"

"Ah, that, that depends on when the teacher gets off school... Ah, husband, I won't tell you anymore. The teacher is going to give a lecture. Goodbye, Trojan~"

She kissed the phone and hung up quickly.

Gu Nuanxi stood up from under the table, and she exhaled, "I'm scared to death."

"How is it? He didn't notice it?"

Mr. Jiang asked curiously.

Gu Nuanxi shook her head, "Don't worry, dad, I have top acting skills, my husband will definitely not be able to find out."

Gu Nuanxi is rigorous in her work. Although she learned that her husband was working overtime in the company, she was worried about asking Jiangsu. "You can't let Xiao Su go home early, otherwise it will be exposed."

I am from the same class as Jiangsu, why can Jiangsu go back early but attend classes in school?

You will know the lie at first.

So, she called Jiangsu.

In the Goust car not far away, there were two handsome men sitting, looking at a store in the snack street.

To be precise, it was looking at someone in that store.

The man in the driver's seat is not someone else, but a person who often appears on the financial channel, and a person who often appears in the textbooks of the business school.

There was a young man sitting next to him with a schoolbag on his back, saying, "Uncle, don't you go and catch my aunt and my grandfather?"

Jiang Chenshao recalled the "Trojan" before his wife hung up the phone, and he had long lost his temper.

Mr. Jiang, who had no bottom line, shook his head, still stared at the girl in the fried shrimp tail shop, and said, "That's not your aunt, your aunt is in class."

Jiangsu: "..." God knows if his young uncle is a demon!

They obviously caught it but didn't admit it, but their eyes were attracted enough by the people inside.

Jiangsu’s heart yy: Married people are all fools, fools!

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

I saw the caller, "Uncle, your young wife who is in class called me."

"Sold-free, answer." Mr. Jiang forgot his wife Shi finally reacted, and he turned his head to look at his nephew's cell phone.

Jiangsu connects, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Xiao Su, don't go home, don't, find a place to drink milk tea and skewers." Gu Nuanxi said quickly: "My husband works overtime in the company, and if he returns first before me in a while, he will come back first in a while

Home, I will definitely be suspicious if I find you at home or not.”


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