Chapter 216

Changhuan "Oh", no wonder she said she didn't see her grandfather today, she also wanted to accompany him to the next two chess games, and make two cups of tea for him by the way.

I don't know whether the tea is good or not. Just as she was about to unpack it for a try, she trotted down the stairs and said, "Mommy, do you think my paintings look good?"

Changhuan put down the tea which had been unpacked a little, and watched DIU run over with the picture. DIU ran too fast. She was just about to remind her not to wrestle, but she didn't say anything. DIU didn't step on the last step, and fell down the step with a puff.

Her heart a tight, but did not stand up, but distressed to see lost lost himself to get up from the ground.

Diao Diao patted his pants, but he didn't cry. He just looked at the drawing which was torn in two after a fall, sighed with regret, carried the drawing behind him, and laughed at Changhuan: "Mommy, I'll draw another one."

At a glance, Chang Huan saw the painting in his hand. Maybe he inherited Jiang shaoxun's good painting gene. In a short time, from the extremely abstract painting to the modern painting, the color matching is perfect, and the people inside are very lovely.

If she is right, the person who lost the painting and the two braids on her head should be xiaolinglong.

Looking at her son's small back, Chang Huan joked to Zhang wanran with a smile: "Mom, I think that Diao Diao and xiaolinglong are so good. Their feelings when they grow up should also be good."

Childhood is the most romantic.

Unexpectedly, Zhang wanran frowned and shook her head: "not all childhood sweethearts will always be better."

Changhuan hears the regret in Zhang wanran's voice. Then she thinks that it seems to be true. She and Lu Xiangyuan are childhood sweethearts. But now, they are parting ways. She drops her eyes and continues to put some melted ice in her eyes.

Cold and comfortable coexist, this kind of feeling, simply make Changhuan can't stop.

She put ice on it and went to her bedroom.

On his desk, there are many books, some of which are still in foreign languages. Chang Huan takes down one of them and turns it over. He also sees that he is taking notes in immature font.

Since she was a child in the county town, she has been a shopkeeper since she received him from Chengdu. She has put his studies aside. I didn't expect that he would be so sensible.

Diao Diao's painting was too serious. After a long time, he found that Chang Huan was standing beside him. He called out: "Mommy."

"Excuse me?"

Diao Diao shakes his head. Chang Huan takes down a foreign language book and points to the notes: "baby, who taught you this?"

"Daddy, Mommy, when you were not at home, daddy taught me, but Mommy, daddy is so stupid. Some of his pronunciation is not like that. Daddy even misread me and told me that he had made a wrong demonstration, which really made me a three-year-old."

Ditiao said this like a little adult.

Changhuan's lips rise. Jiang shaoxun can't read it. She doesn't believe it. In the video song Mianmian gives her, Jiang shaoxun's fluent oral English is just the level of a textbook. He will read it wrong on purpose. It's estimated that he wants to test DIU DIU, but he didn't expect to arouse DIU DIU's dislike.

Changhuan gently stroked diliao's head. Diliao inherited Jiang shaoxun's intelligence. Under the influence of the Jiang family, her inherent pride and dignity gradually revealed. She chuckled: "yes, diliao is not a three-year-old, but a four-year-old."

There is no difference between three-year-old and four-year-old. They are her most precious and lovely sons.

Changhuan hugs him. If she can take good care of her body, maybe now she can ask him whether he likes a little boy or a little girl.

On the desk of diaodiao, there was the paper that had been torn up by accident. Changhuan kisses diaodiao's smooth face: "baby, please draw slowly, and Mommy won't disturb you."

"OK, Mommy."

Changhuan didn't leave. She sat by and looked at the books on the shelf. The whole room was full of warmth and a sense of tranquility.

Every year, Mr. Jiang comes back to the party with a stiff face. But today, his face is gloomy and frightening. He is brewing a storm. Even as soon as he gets home, he asks Chang Huan to come to his study.

Zhang wanran didn't know what master Jiang called Changhuan to do in the past, but she still reminded Changhuan: "Changhuan, your grandfather seems to be in a bad mood. I don't know what he called you to do. Do you want shaoxun to accompany you?"

Changhuan closes the door of the room and blocks Zhang wanran's words.

Long Huan thought: what can grandfather be angry with? She should have done nothing to make her grandfather unhappy. Besides, master Jiang called her to go there. If she called Jiang shaoxun again, what would it be like?

"Mom, I'll go and see for myself."

"Be careful not to say anything wrong in front of your grandfather, you know?"

Chang Huan knocked on master Jiang's study, from which came a full voice: "come in."

This voice is not as mild as before. Changhuan has a vague premonition. She opens the door and shouts softly: "grandfather."

"Kuang Lang" a thing hit over, Changhuan was not defensive, her forehead was sharp things hit out a hole, followed by Jiang Zhenhai full of majestic anger came: "don't call my grandfather, you have no right to call my grandfather, I don't have your granddaughter-in-law."

It's the first time that Mr. Jiang has made such a big fire in the Jiang family. The news is enough to spread downstairs.

Changhuan was stunned by master Jiang's action, and blood gradually spilled over her forehead. She stared at master Jiang, and her eyes were full of fear.

"From today on, get out of Jiang's house for me. Don't let me see you again."

Master Jiang seemed to have exhausted all his strength before he uttered this sentence. After that, his face was congested, and he couldn't breathe. He became breathless.

Changhuan was so inexplicably scolded that her eyes were red. Her eyes, which were swollen by the ice, became tingling again. But her grandfather looked very uncomfortable. She went over to find some medicine for him to lower his blood pressure.

Before he walked into Mr. Jiang's side, he picked up his crutch and smashed it against Chang Huan.

Changhuan subconsciously hugs her head and screams. The expected pain doesn't come, but she is hugged into a safe embrace. The crutch that uses Mr. Jiang's full strength smashes Jiang shaoxun's back.

Jiang shaoxun, who has always been strong, was also slightly frowned and snorted by the crutch of master Jiang.