Chapter 121

The morning light is bright and the room is warm.

When Lin Zheng came back from running, Huan Yan didn't go downstairs. He put breakfast on the table and listened to the news upstairs. She seemed to be getting up.

Sure enough, but five or six minutes later, Huanyan came down the building in a big sports suit, still barefoot, like a waterfall, with ink hair hanging behind her, full of laziness.

"Good morning." She said with a smile, "I seem to smell breakfast."

Lin Zheng chuckled: "yes, I've bought two shares. Let's eat together."

He felt that he had mastered the secret of Huanyan. She was a lovely eater

Happy face pursed lips: "then I'm not polite."

"Don't be so polite. After all, I'm your landlord. When I rent a house in Jinghai, the landlord is responsible for three meals a day." Lin Zheng's lies will come soon.

The happy face side head, the appearance has a bit witty: "is it?"

Her Danfeng eyes blinked, and Lin Zheng's heart beat again. He scratched his head and said, "have a meal."

Huanyan was still eating quietly, but the speed was very fast. He put down his chopsticks at the same time as Lin Zheng, who was born in the army.

"What are you doing today?" Lin Zheng asked softly as he cleaned up the dishes.

Huanyan thought: "go to bed, there is no place to go, these two days off, the bar is not open."

"If you don't mind, clean up with me." Lin Zheng blurted out these words, and at the end of the words, he looked at the happy face nervously, ready to say something to ease the embarrassment at any time.

I didn't expect that the happy face should be happy: "good."

Huan Yan feels that as a tenant, he has had two meals free of charge, and it's not too much to clean up. Besides, he also agrees to his harsh rental conditions.

So after breakfast, they were busy.

Different from the bustle of Jiangju cottage, Yulan Guandi is also a lively scene, but the scene is not so harmonious.

When Jiang mujin and Jiang Muye entered the mansion, they found that there were two less popular people at home.

Qin Yunqing has a lotus colored cheongsam with high hair at the temples. Under her delicate make-up, she doesn't look like a woman who has run for four. Her son Jiang qinsong looks pale and weak. He wears a pair of black frame mirrors and shrinks in a corner of the sofa with his head down. He looks very uncomfortable.

They face Hu Mingyun with angry face and Jiang Huaihai with embarrassed face.

Especially when Jiang Muye and Jiang mujin came into the living room, the scene was quiet once.

Finally, it was Hu Mingyun's aggrieved and angry voice that broke the calm of the scene: "Jiang Huaihai, celebrating the new year, what do you mean?"

"Ha ha..."

Jiang Huaihai tried to ease the embarrassment with laughter, but after laughing, he got the unpredictable eyes of several people present. He said with a smile, "is it the first time for a family to get together in the new year? Ah Qing is bringing Komatsu here, so you can't be tolerant."

Seeing her husband's attitude, Hu Mingyun was even more angry. She got up and looked at her two sons: "Muye, ah Jin, you're here just in time. You're here to judge..."

"Ma." Jiang mujin frowned lightly, and interrupted her words impatiently: "you saw this kind of scene more than 20 years ago. At that time, you could bear it. Why can't you now?"

Hu Mingyun did not expect that his own son would react like this: "I, I'm not for you two..."

"Don't say that." Jiang mujin tone light: "can't afford."

After a pause, he glanced over Jiang Huaihai: "Dad, even if I came back today, I did my duty as a son. Next, I'm going to find my grandfather in the backyard. Don't disturb us."