Chapter 174

Jiang Xuan, who is worried, hears Rong Ning's voice, subconsciously breathes a sigh of relief and stands up to open the door.

"Why are you here at this time?" Jiang Xuan said and specially looked at the time. The lunch was too late and the dinner was too early. She was really not hungry.

Jiang Xuan blinked, holding his lunch box carefully, squeezed in from the gap beside him, and walked toward the sofa in the living room with a familiar way.

"I made it myself," the voice of xiaobaozi was not so loud, but Jiang Xuan, who had just closed the door and was ready to turn around, heard it clearly.

Jiang Xuan's hand pauses on the handle, and there is a palpitation in her heart. Since her mother's death, no one has made food for her.

"Do you still make food?" Jiang Xuan closed the bitterness in his heart and showed a little smile. He went to Rong Ning and rubbed his hair with his hand.

Rong Ning just immerses himself in his own achievements and can't extricate himself. In addition, Jiang Xuan's concealment is so good that this little boy didn't notice Jiang Xuan's emotion for a moment.

"Mommy," Rong Ning opened the lunch box and gently pulled Jiang Xuan's hand. The latter dropped his eyes and looked at the lunch box. There were more than a dozen kinds of dumplings lying in it. Although they didn't sell very well, they could see at a glance how serious the dumpling makers were.

"What's the matter with you? "Mommy," Rong Ning looked at Jiang Xuan, just staring at the lunch box, and didn't say a word. He thought she didn't like her dumplings, so he was a little nervous.

"It's OK," Jiang Xuan eased over and sat on the sofa, conveniently holding Rong Ning in front of him.

A seemingly unintentional action, but let rongning heart excited out of a flower, he forced down his exclamation, but joy but can't help but escape from the eyes.

"For your hard work, I'll take two." Jiang's temperament is like this. No matter how much he likes the person in front of him, he won't give him enough sweetness.

She was afraid that she would depend on this kind of kindness.

Xiaobaozi's head is like a rattle. His eyes are burning at Jiang Xuan's hand stretching to the lunch box.

Just then, the knock on the door rang out of time.

"Jiang Xuan," followed by a cold voice outside the door, is Rong Jing.

Hearing Rongjing's voice, xiaobaozi's expression became obviously nervous. Looking at Jiang Xuan, he also changed his face. But he was ready to stand up and open the door. Xiaobaozi immediately rushed to the door and said, "I'll open the door."

"Jing," xiaobaozi opened the door a small seam, and poked his head out a little. He looked very upset. "What are you doing here?"

"Hum," the man outside gave a cold hum, slapped him on the head, pushed him aside and walked in with his long legs. "You made the kitchen like that. I can't figure out what you're doing."

Jiang Xuan stood in the same place and watched the interaction between father and son. He couldn't help jumping his temples a few times.

Rong Jing walked to Jiang Xuan in two or three steps. He sat down and glanced at the lunch box on the table. His eyes were calm.

"Jing, you come to rob Mommy with me again," xiaobaozi said angrily after closing the door. He stood opposite Rongjing and looked at him. His words almost squeezed out of his teeth. "I told you what I was doing in the kitchen."

"So what," Rong Jing spread out his hand, looking at the little spot in front of him, his angular face full of banter.

Jiang Xun looks at the father and son who are irreconcilable because of "fighting" for themselves awkwardly. She turns her lips. When she is ready to say something to ease the awkwardness, the cell phone on one side rings.

It's Chen Yu.

After seeing the caller ID, Jiang's face changed. Chen Yu seldom calls her. The call at this time makes Jiang feel bad.

"Hello," Jiang Xuan pressed the answer button. Before he heard the other person's voice, his face had changed into a dignified one.

"Xiaoli," Chen Yu's tone was obviously different from the usual. With a heavy sigh, every word of the next sentence fell on Jiang's heart, "I found the truth about my sister."

As the voice fell, Jiang's face changed in an instant.

After so many years of friendship with Chen Yu, how can Jiang Xun not know that in Chen Yu's heart, his sister is his deepest weakness.

"Where are you?" Jiang Xun knows that this kind of thing is not clear across the mobile phone screen. Only face to face can he touch Chen Yu's deepest sorrow.

Chen Yu there quiet for a few seconds, Jiang has been playing 12 minutes of the spirit of listening to the movement there, a rustle of voice came, Chen Yu's voice sounded again, "the company."

"I'll be right there."

After finishing this sentence, Jiang hung up the phone. If Rong Ning's soft hand had not covered the back of his hand, he would have forgotten that there were two big living people in his room.

"Mommy, where are you going?" Although Rong Ning didn't want mommy to leave, he could feel that something must have happened.He is still young. Since he can't help, he can't be a drag bottle.

"I have something to do," Jiang Xuan calmed down slightly, reached out his hand and pinched the small face of the steamed stuffed bun, showing a smile, "I want to go out."

"The man?" Rongjing's voice is calm, so people can't hear what he is thinking. Jiang Leng is stunned for a moment, and randomly responds that he refers to the person who just called.

Subconsciously nodded, "well."

Rong Jing looks at Jiang Xuan and admits it naturally. He chokes for a moment.

After all, he was not taken seriously in jiangluo.

Jiang Xuan catches Rong Jing's flash of emotion, but she doesn't have time to think too much, drops a sentence, "remember to lock the door when you leave" and trots out.

Rong Ning also heard something from the two people's conversation, small eyebrows frowned tightly, "Jing, Mommy, she..."

"Go home." Rongjing interrupts xiaobaozi and stands up.

On the other hand, Jiang Shu rushed to the company nonstop. It's time to get off work, but she arrived at Chen Yu's office for the first time.

Sure enough, Chen Yu is sitting behind his desk at this moment, his eyes are red.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? " When Jiang Xuan spoke, he took some slight gasps. He just ran too fast.

Chen Yu raised his head from a pile of documents and looked at Jiang Xuan, but his voice was extremely hoarse, "Xiao Li."

"Brother Chen Yu," Jiang Xuan went to her desk and said a thousand words like a stick in her throat. She knew that it was futile to say anything in front of her sister.