Chapter 1760： Some people are still alive in dreams

Chapter 1760 Some people are still living in dreams

"Visually crying and fainting in the toilet."

"Visual inspection of the toilet +1."

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Jiang’s house.

Jiang Xianrou didn't know that she had been hammered to death by Qiao Nian.

After she wiped her face, she made another aromatherapy, and then Shi Shiran went downstairs and prepared to eat.

Downstairs in the living room.

Jiang Zongnan and Jiang Yao are both here.

Tang Wanru is also there.

The maid had already prepared the food and put it on the table, and there was a table of dishes on the table.

After Jiang Xianrou walked over, she pulled the vacant chair and sat down. She could see that she was in a good mood, glanced at the dishes on the table, turned her head and smiled and talked to Tang Wanru: "Mom, have Matsutake chicken soup today?"

"I made it for you. Drink more, just to replenish your body, and see if you have lost weight recently." Tang Wanru put the chicken soup on her side and smiled.

"Yeah." Jiang Xianrou served himself a bowl of chicken soup, took a sip with a spoon, and praised it dignifiedly: "Mother Wang's craftsmanship is getting better and better."

Tang Wanru picked her up some vegetables, and said softly: "If it tastes good, you can eat more."

Jiang Yao looked at the warm interaction between the two but had no appetite at all. He never took the chopsticks in front of him. Instead, he looked at the soup drinker with handsome eyes and said in a deep voice: "Xianrou, have you deleted Weibo?"

The atmosphere at the dinner table was originally very harmonious.

At least on the surface it looks like this.

Jiang Yao tore the disharmony of the meal itself as soon as he opened his Weibo.

Jiang's smile on the corners of the delicate lips immediately converged, slowly faded, and quickly cooled his face, and stopped drinking the soup, put the spoon down, said nothing, did not continue.

"You are making trouble too, and your temper has become angry. The Weibo posted on the Internet should be deleted if you want to delete it. If you keep it, do you want Huang Lao to come to your door to apologize?" Jiang Yao also suffocated his breath and inevitably spoke. The tone was heavy.

Jiang Xianrou stopped at just one point, raised his eyes to face him, without any intention of retreating, and threw the bowl and chopsticks away: "Should they not apologize to me?"

Watching the atmosphere between the two become tense.

Jiang Zongnan made a round in the middle: "It's alright, don't make any noise."

His gentle and elegant face was firm and firm, and he tilted his head and said to Jiang Xian judiciously: "Xianrou, you delete Weibo first."

"Dad." Jiang Xianrou didn't seem to believe that even he said so, her long eyelashes drooping, she was aggrieved and resentful.

Tang Wanru was also dissatisfied with the attitudes of the two fathers and sons. She was completely on Jiang Xianrou's side: "What do you mean by each of you, Xianrou is the one who is wronged? Why don't you let Qiao Nian delete Weibo! Just because Xianrou is sensible and obedient , Will you let her be wronged?"

"That was not what I meant."

Jiang Zongnan was upset and looked at her with his eyes: "Xianrou, she shouldn't be involved in Huang Lao and the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine on Weibo. Now everyone is going to criticize Huang Lao. What is this?"

Jiang Xian said with a cold face and expressionlessly: "I can delete Weibo, but I have one condition-let Qiao Nian admit my mistake and apologize!"

Jiang Yao and Jiang Zongnan look at her at the same time.

Jiang Xianrou raised her chin slightly, her eyes couldn't hold her arrogantly, and she slowly said, "As long as she apologizes to me, I can delete Weibo, but she must apologize to me and admit her mistakes. Apologize to me on Weibo."

Jiang Yao had a girl with cold black eyes in his mind, and he had a headache.

Qiao Nian’s character is absolutely impossible to bow her head to Jiang Xianrou. This request she made is tantamount to her refusal to delete Weibo.

(End of this chapter)