Chapter 357

Lao Huang, the driver, was also looking at his young master. Suddenly, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a figure, rushed out of the car, ran to the opposite side and rushed into the store.

He stared in amazement, because the figure was no one else, it was Mr. Yi!

In Lao Huang's impression, Mr. Yi has always been a smiling face. His calmness and reason are deep in the bone marrow. He will never easily reveal his true feelings.

But at this moment, the back showed a bit of confusion and panic.

"Dad, why are you here? Aren't you waiting in the car? I'm here..." it'll be fine soon.

Without waiting for Yi Ci to finish, Yi Hansheng passed him and went straight to the store.

Yi CI: "

Jiangda stood in front of the machine, skillfully spread the batter, beat an egg, spread it evenly, and then brush the sauce and add ingredients

Suddenly, under a shadow, there was a man almost as tall as himself. Jiang Da said, "please line up outside when you buy pancakes. Thank you."

Yi Hansheng looked up and down at the man of the same age. To tell the truth, it's very common. You can collect a lot of that kind on the street.

"Who wrote your sign?"

Jiang Da was stunned: "... Ah?"

Yi Hansheng had never had patience: "who wrote Jiangji pancake on the sign?"

But in fact, the excitement and excitement are almost uncontrollable and may rush out of the body at any time.

That word

Wandering and pitching, bearing and wind, just like iron painting, beautiful like silver hook.

He had seen it countless times when he was young and waved it from that man.

At the beginning, in order to stand next to grind ink for her, Yi Hansheng specially ran to consult experts on how to control the strength, which direction is better, what proportion of water to add and what water to add

Words are like people, and the things she writes are the same as herself. They are as clear as the moon and bright as the moon. They are unique in the world!

Therefore, even in the past 20 years, Yi Hansheng can never admit his mistake!

"Oh, you said that the sign was made by my daughter looking for an advertising company, isn't it good?" although Jiangda felt very strange, he still answered the other party truthfully.

But Yi Hansheng was obviously not satisfied: "I asked the words inside! Who did you find to write those brush words?"

"Just an advertising agency." Jiangda was a little confused.

He didn't know why the well-dressed and noble guest tangled with the signs of his shop.

What happened to the sign?

It looks good.

"This word... As like as two peas", "Yi Han Sheng forced herself to calm down." it's like a friend of mine. No, it should be the same. We have lost contact for more than 20 years, so can you tell me where she is?

Jiangda suddenly, I see, but——

"Although I want to help you, I really don't know."

Easy to frown.

"It was like this when this sign came back." Jiangda's expression didn't seem to lie.

Yi Hansheng pondered for a moment: "which advertising company did it?"

Jiangda said the name of the advertising company, "... It should be this, that's right."

"Thank you." Yi Hansheng took out his wallet and gave all the cash inside to Jiangda.

The latter was surprised: "what is this?"

"A little mind. If you have any other news, please let me know. This is my business card with my mobile phone number on it."

Jiangda returned the money to him, but left his business card: "don't use the money. I'll call you if there's any news."

Yi Hansheng didn't force it either. He got back to the car a little dejected.

He couldn't help looking out of the window again. The big words "Jiangji pancake" made his eyes red.

Lao Huang sat in the driver's seat and saw his husband's abnormality through the mirror. Quietly Mimi didn't dare to speak.

After a while, Yi Zhi came back from buying pancakes and ate while walking.

As soon as I opened the door, I looked at my old man like a torch, ER!

He looked at half the pancakes left in his hand and asked, "would you like a bite?"

Yi Hansheng drew from the corner of his mouth, "come up."

"Oh." Yi Zhi got on the bus and sat down. His mouth didn't stop during the period. He didn't covet his pancakes.

"When did the shop open?"

"Hmm?" Yi CI turned his head in doubt, and his cheeks were still bulging. "Why do you ask?"

Yi Hansheng: "just talk."

"Last semester."

"It doesn't last long?"

"It's not... At first they set up a stall on the opposite street without pavement, and then they moved here."

The man thought, "do you often come?"

"Cough... OK."

"Why didn't I know you liked pancakes?"

Yi CI curled his mouth and looked disgusted: "speak as if you know I like to eat other..."

Yi Hansheng: "..." well, forget about loving father or something.

"That sign..."

Yi CI swallowed the last mouthful and didn't wipe his mouth: "What sign?"

"Forget it." he'd better check it himself.

"..." half said, trouble!

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Zhong Ziang returned to Yutian Washington, and Liu Ma had prepared the food.

"The young master is back! Take a rest and have dinner right away!"

"Where's my uncle?"

Mrs. Liu: "Sir is upstairs."

"Oh." Zhong Ziang put down his schoolbag and collapsed on the sofa, cool!

Yi quit that son of a bitch. He's really cruel. He's aching all over and his cheekbones are scratched.

At this time, Xie Dingyuan came down from upstairs. His critical eyes swept him from head to foot. The next second, his eyebrows tightened suddenly——

"Why is it so late?"

"I played ball on the playground for a while."

Xie Dingyuan didn't ask any more, but said, "go take a shower first."

Zhong Ziang was not happy: "dinner will begin soon... It's the same to wash after eating."

"The whole body is either ash or mud. Do you still want to eat?"

That's very choking.

Zhong Ziang's cheek burned: "why, why can't I eat? I'm clean!"

Xie Dingyuan responded directly with a disdainful look.

Zhong Ziang's mouth shriveled and drooped as he walked upstairs. As he walked, he read in pieces: "obviously it's very clean... It's easy to quit the dog X. he plays ball when he plays. What's the fight? He also took Jiang Fuyue away..."

Xie Dingyuan's ear moved: "stop."

Zhong Ziang turned back and said, "ah?"

"Eat first."

"Eh?!" the young man looked excited and quickly turned back, "uncle, did I hear you right?"

Xie Dingyuan ignored him and went straight to the dining room.

Zhong Ziang chased behind like a dog: "can you really not take a bath? Uncle, are you clean?"

At this time, Liu Ma had brought the dishes to the table. Zhong Ziang shouted "really fragrant", and couldn't wait to open her chair and sit down.

Xie Dingyuan said coldly, "wash your hands first."

"... oh." the claws that had been stretched out were silently taken back.

When washing his hands, Zhong Ziang looked at his gray self in the mirror and was a little surprised.

Not surprised at his embarrassment, but surprised that he was allowed to eat at the table without taking a bath?

Is uncle stimulated today?

Strange

However, there are more strange things behind.

On the quiet table, I could only hear the light sound of the collision of dishes and chopsticks, suddenly——

"Did you fight with someone today?"

Zhong Ziang was stunned.

Xie Dingyuan took a sip of soup: "why, it's hard to say?"

"No..." what about good food and sleep?

Since he transferred to linhuai and stayed here with Xie Dingyuan, he has never seen his uncle chatting with anyone at dinner.

Fruit, is it really stimulated?

Xie Dingyuan frowned and seemed more worried about his nephew's dull eyes: "is your brain stupid?"

Zhong Ziang immediately reacted and immediately held his respect: "how is it possible?! it's almost like I beat him silly!"

"He?"

"Yi Zhi, the boy in my class is the one who took advantage of Jiang Fuyue on the day of school registration! Do you remember?"

The man's eyes lit up, "well, I'm impressed."

"I tell you, this man is so hateful. I went to the playground today to... Then he detained me to do my homework. Shit... I wanted to play with Jiang Fuyue, but his eyes were dishonest and forced me to get angry..."

Zhong Ziang's big mouth was crackling and shaking out. It was as small as a detail, such as Yi Ci's staring at Jiang Fuyue's waist and legs, which was described vividly by him.

Xie Dingyuan was only responsible for listening quietly, and his side face could not see any superfluous emotions.

Zhong Ziang said more and more vigorously, so he almost described Yi Ci as a color ghost. Suddenly, there was a chill in the air. He subconsciously tightened his coat and didn't think much.

But in a villa with a thermostatic control system, how can it be cold?