After Chunmeng, his face was full of kidney deficiency. Zhang Wen was surprised at the first sight: "You have been tossed all night, haven't you?"

Jiang already lay down on the table and glanced at him weakly: "You seem to understand."

Zhang Wen scratched his head: "It's always written like this in novels."

Jiang already stretched himself, then leaned back on the table again: "Don't mention it, your body has already been hollowed out."

Zhang Wen immediately made a zipper gesture and sewed his mouth shut to show his understanding.

The ambiguous look in his eyes seemed like Jiang Jizhen fought for 300 rounds last night.

Jiang Ji didn't bother to explain, he just lay down on the table, but Lu Heming seemed to have not heard their conversation, and touched Jiang Ji's forehead worriedly: "I don't have a fever."

Jiang Ji sighed softly, and raised his head: "You are at the same table with Si, what do you want in this life."

Lu Heming was amused by him: "That's really flattering."

Jiang Ji turned to look at him, and saw that he seemed to be in a good mood today: "There are still a few days before the end of the semester, how are you preparing?"

The end of the last semester of senior high school may be just a test among other students, but it is actually more important to Lu Heming who has not been able to take the test well.

This is the first chance for him to be reborn after leaving his original family.

Lu Heming was a little distressed: "Let's resign ourselves to fate, it's impossible to catch up in just a few months,"

Jiang already thought about it, and felt that he should not be too eager for success, so he nodded seriously: "Take your time, don't feel pressured."

Lu Heming followed him and smiled: "So, what did you do last night? The dark circles under your eyes are so heavy?"

Jiang Ji instantly looked like an eggplant that had been beaten by frost, and said, "Stop talking, it's hard to say."

He couldn't say that he was having a dream, right?

It's so shameful!!!

When he thought of being spanked in his dream last night, his face turned red, and he looked too shy and embarrassed.

Lu Heming's smile stopped and disappeared almost instantly.

He said, "It's fine."

Jiang hadn't paid attention to his expression. His dark circles had come out now, and he probably could have turned the fake into a national treasure.

He fell asleep on the table: "Help me watch the teacher, call me in class."

He fell asleep.

Lu Heming nodded, not wanting to disturb him: "Go to sleep."

As he spoke, he put his thick coat on Jiang Ji.

Gently, for fear of disturbing Jiang Ji.

Zhang Wen glanced at the two of them from behind, and finally at Lu Heming, shook his head and looked away, and fiddled with the things in his hands.

Tang Suisui was hospitalized again, because he was sick and hospitalized twice in three days, the school suggested that Tang Suisui should recuperate at home.

After all, if something happened, the school would not be held responsible.

Mrs. Tang also had this intention, so she went down the donkey and agreed.

Tang Suisui didn't seem to have any objection to this. He was lying quietly in the hospital for treatment, with a tube inserted into his body, looking peaceful and harmless.

Mrs. Tang wiped her tears silently.

She felt guilty towards Tang Suisui. The child almost had a miscarriage when she was in the womb. Later, when the Tang family changed hands, the wind and rain were precarious.

Later, he hid in Tibet and hid in the deep mountains and old forests before giving birth to him.

She didn't eat well, but she was very well-behaved. She seemed to know her pain in her stomach and didn't bother her, but she almost died several times.

Being born weak and sickly, Mrs. Tang felt sorry for her. In addition, she was too weak to have a second child, so she put all her heart on Tang Suisui, wishing to hold everything in front of him to make him happy.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Tang gently covered Tang Suisui with a quilt: "Zi Rui, do you remember? Fa Xiao, he likes you very much. He just called and asked if he could come and visit you. Do you want to meet?"?”

Tang Suisui shuddered and opened his eyes. He smiled palely: "Brother Zirui? Now he's the only one willing to visit me."

Mrs. Tang's heart ached to death: "What are you thinking? Don't you have other friends? Do you want to call for a New Year's Eve party?"

Tang Suisui doesn't have many true friends around him, but there is no shortage of flattering people.

In other words, as long as the Tang family does not collapse, Tang Suisui will never lack friends.

But Tang Suisui didn't want to have a party. He was lying in such a mess on the bed now, those healthy and lively people would make him jealous, wishing to make their bodies his own.

He squeezed a corner of the quilt tightly and forced a smile: "No, I like quiet."

Mrs. Tang also had nothing to do with him, and nodded between his eyebrows: "You."

When Mrs. Tang left the ward, the smile on Tang Suisui's face disappeared instantly.

He glanced at the swaying figure behind the curtain, and said in a dark voice, "It's agreed, I'll give you what you want, and you will do it for me."

The curtains shook, and the sound of Mrs. Tang talking with the doctor could be heard outside.

The next second, after the curtain shook for a few seconds, the figure disappeared.

At the end of December, the New Year's Eve is approaching.

It happened to be a holiday for New Year's Day, and Jiang was thinking about where to go.

Wen Shiqing thought it was all right, so he suggested, "How about traveling to other provinces?"

Jiang Ji's eyes lit up: "Why don't we go back to see grandma?"

Mrs. Jiang had just undergone chemotherapy a while ago, and she was full of energy when playing videos with the doctor's mobile phone.

But playing a video is still not as reassuring as seeing it with your own eyes.

If a boat is used to describe Jiang Ji, then Grandma Jiang must be his harbor.

In the plot, or the last life is more appropriate.

The only person he owed a lot was Grandma Jiang.

This old man who nurtured him with his life, but could not die well.

Jiang Ji blinked brightly at Wen Shiqing.

Wen Shiqing rubbed his head with a smile: "Listen to you, go wherever you want."

Jiang was overjoyed immediately, and was about to book a plane ticket with his mobile phone in his hand.

Air tickets for New Year's Day are not easy to book, but fortunately, Jiangcheng is not a big place, and there are quite a lot of air tickets.

Jiang had already bought a ticket, so he called the old lady with high spirits to tell the good news.

The doctor happened to have time, so he gave the phone to Grandma Jiang.

At this moment, Grandma Jiang had a note on her face. She glanced at Jiang Ji and said calmly, "Why are you videoing me again? I told you not to trouble other doctors."

Jiang was slumped on the sofa, leaning weakly on Wen Shiqing's shoulder: "What's the matter, do you think I disturbed your gambling?"

Grandma Jiang spat: "Hey, what kind of gambling? Don't set me up! I'm here for entertainment!"

Holding a hand of cards, she glanced at the poker player opposite: "Do you want to afford it?"

Player: "Yes!"

Grandma Jiang's face darkened: "What do you want? Does your card seem to be acceptable?"

The poker friend was an old man, and he showed her the cards in a daze: "Help me see, I'm not very good at playing."

Grandma Jiang suddenly became more sophisticated, and helped her take a look at the card: "This card is not good, you can't take it."

Jiang already watched her fooling others, and suddenly felt that he was worrying too much.

Grandma Jiang finished fooling her poker player, and her eyes fell on the phone again.

Glancing from the corner of the eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the fabric next to Jiang Ji, and she frowned: "Who is next to you?"

Jiang Ji hadn't noticed the problem at that time, so he raised his toes: "Oh, you know him, the one who came last time, Wen Shiqing."

Grandma Jiang froze for a moment, then asked in a dull tone, "Why are you together? Do you live together?"

Jiang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

He stood up in a jerk, and glanced at Wen Shiqing who was looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"No, it's not..." He stammered and explained, "That's right, it's just a short excuse..."

He had forgotten that Grandma Jiang didn't know that he lived in Wen Shiqing's house.

Maybe it was because of the habit of being dumb, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but now he explained it with an inexplicable guilty conscience.

Grandma Jiang looked at him suspiciously. While playing cards, she asked, "Why are you panicking? If you borrow it, you can borrow it. Why are you still stuttering?"

Jiang already shut his mouth in an instant.

I thought to myself that there is no silver three hundred taels here.

Grandma Jiang said: "Hey, give Xiao Wen the phone, I'll talk to Xiao Wen."

Jiang Ji curled his lips: "What are you talking about? Can you tell me? Who is your grandson?"

Grandma Jiang narrowed her eyes and smiled: "If my good grandson is Xiao Wen, then it is my ancestors who burn incense."

Jiang Ji handed the phone to Wen Shiqing cursingly: "Here, go change your surname tomorrow, go to my family tree, and I will break the relationship."

Wen Shiqing couldn't help laughing at the sour tone.He raised his hand and patted the boy's head to comfort him, then took the phone and greeted politely: "Grandma Jiang, hello."

When Grandma Jiang saw Wen Shiqing, her attitude changed a hundred and eighty times: "Hey, Xiao Wen, how are you doing lately? That brat Jiang Ji didn't cause you any trouble, did he? If he doesn't obey, I'll kick him outLiving on the street, don't get used to him."

Jiang Ji hummed unconvinced: "I didn't cause trouble, Uncle Wen really likes me."

Grandma Jiang just pretended she didn't hear him: "Xiao Wen, don't be polite, just speak up when you need Jiang Ji."

Such a scene is very warm, Wen Shiqing has never experienced it before.

His surroundings are full of hungry wolves, and the scenes of benefits, sitting down and chatting about family affairs seem to be very far away from him.

He froze for a moment.

Wen Shiqing smiled: "Grandma, I've made a note, I will come back to see you with Xiao Jiang on New Year's Day."

Grandma Jiang immediately opened her eyes and smiled: "That's great, I miss you all. You all have to come back. I will cook myself when the time comes. I didn't treat you well last time you came."

Before Wen Shiqing could speak, Jiang Ji came over and crackled: "What are you cooking! Don't make a fuss, if you make a fuss, I won't come back."

Grandma Jiang looked at him with disgust: "It's not for you, you little bastard."

Jiang was so angry that he suspected that the purpose of making this call today was to drive himself to death.

Wen Shiqing put one hand on his back, comforted him gently, and smoothed the little bunny's fur, while whispering softly: "Xiao Jiang is right, grandma takes good care of her body."

This kind of homely concern is not like a formality in the business field, which makes Wen Shiqing look a little clumsy.

Grandma Jiang nodded immediately when she heard the words, as if everything Wen Shiqing said was right.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ji rested his chin on Wen Shiqing's shoulder: "You might as well change your surname and become a member of the Jiang family."

Wen Shiqing scratched his chin with his fingers, seeing his gradual confusion: "It's okay."

It was easy to agree, but Jiang Ji regretted it: "No, no! It's fine for you to be my son-in-law!"

Wen Shiqing paused: "Why?"

Jiang already blinked his eyes: "Well, the elderly believe that the same surname should not marry."

He was serious and didn't think there was anything wrong: "I want to marry you, of course I can't."

The boy has just passed eighteen, and he is stepping into the nineteen mark with one leg.

He looks immature, but he never looked back when he said he likes it, as if he decided that he would never look back.

But Wen Shiqing was a little lost in thought.

He lowered his eyes and curled his fingers gently: "Like me?"

Jiang Ji nodded: "I like it, I like it so much."

Jiang already thought, if he still doesn't like Wen Shiqing now, then maybe he doesn't have anyone he likes.

In his heart, Wen Shiqing was already ranked second.

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