The world is waiting for the president to kick me

Chapter 1815

Jiang Yiting is not here, isn't that...

As soon as she thought of something that would make people happy, the man next to her seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection, and Leng Youyou's words cut off her excitement.

"In the few days when I'm away, the daily work content will be sent to you regularly. I will see all the summaries of the recordings of the forensic department today when I come back."

"..."

How did he make the perfect transition from a cold-faced and selfless prosecutor to an inhuman capitalist? ?

How about a seamless connection?

"Did you hear me?"

"Understood, there are only two of us in the car, why can't we hear it?"

For the latter sentence, she only dared to complain in bits and pieces.

In the rearview mirror, the excitement was exhausted, and the listless face was clearly visible.

Jiang Yiting curled his lips silently.

After a pause, he finally said, "When I come back, I will take you to see my grandfather."

"what?!"

Jiang Yiting's grandfather?

Xiong Jingling frowned in distress, thinking carefully, suddenly she had a flash of inspiration, grabbed the seat belt and jumped on the seat, "Is that the old man who borrowed white beard to braid my hair every day at your house when I was young??"

When she was a child, Xiong Jingling, like other little girls, loved beauty, pretty dresses, and nice long hair.

But she didn't know how to braid her own hair. At that time, Jin Daiqin had already started going out with her husband to do business, so she didn't have time to teach Xiong Jingling these little things about the family.

Just at that time, Jiang's grandfather came up from the countryside and sat in the yard next door to bask in the sun and plant flowers every day. Xiong Jingling looked at his long and white beard and ran to ask him to braid his hair.

"Ah."

"Wow, it's been a long time since I saw him." Xiong Jingling mentioned some memories of her childhood, and she missed it very much. "It's been a long time since I saw the old man. How is he?"

"I haven't seen him for two years. He has been in good health."

"Yeah, that's good." However, she felt strange, "I remember your grandma left very early, right? Then your grandpa is left alone? Then why doesn't he come to live with you? "

Jiang Yiting said, "My grandfather couldn't understand my parents' style of work. He advocated raising children. Jiang Yijun and I were strict in discipline since we were young. He had quarreled with my father a few times because of this. , and won’t come up.”

"Ouch!" Upon hearing this, Xiong Jingling slapped her thigh and burst out laughing, "No wonder I said that the first time I saw Grandpa with a white beard, I fell in love with him so much. It turns out that he is a fellow!"

Didn't she just grow up 'stocking'?

Smiling and laughing, I felt the temperature in the car was chilly.

Taking a closer look, Xiong Jingling quickly sat upright.

He was too complacent, and forgot Jiang Yiting's hard work in the past.

However, Xiong Jingling is still looking forward to going out to play and relax soon.

Besides, even if Jiang Yiting said that he would give her a job, hehe, she still wouldn't believe it. If he wasn't around, he would still be able to watch her when she went out to play?

Think about it, when she returns to China, she immediately finds a job and spends her annual leave in advance, or is it to take care of Jiang Yiting, now that the 'leader' is not around, she can't have a good time?

Xiong Jingling has countless small nines in her heart, and can't wait for the next few days...

Anyway, I lived in Xiong's house for several days, and I needed to come and pick up something left here. It was so late, and Jin Daiqin and Xiong Zhenghua were not woken up. Jiang Yiting parked the car downstairs and asked Xiong Jingling to wait in the car. go up by yourself.

The headlights were so bright that Xiong Jingling, who was playing with her phone with her head down, raised her head by chance and saw something in the yard next door.

(End of this chapter)