Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 254 Miss Republic of China is acting like a baby again (5)

During dinner, the sighs on the dinner table were clearly audible.

Seeing that both parents stopped their chopsticks, Jiang Wan took a sip of the soup and asked, "What's the matter? Both parents look worried?"

Jiang's mother couldn't hide things in her heart, but she also felt that her youngest daughter was young, and some words were inappropriate.

She touched the top of her little daughter's head, smiled and brought over a plate of boiled shrimps, "It's nothing wrong, you should eat more shrimps, the school will have exams in two days."

As he spoke, he reached out and picked out a larger shrimp, and peeled the shell carefully.

Father Jiang doesn't like to drink, but he drank two more glasses this evening.

Jiang Wan, "Just because Governor Zhang came to divorce the engagement?"

Jiang's mother paused when she peeled the shrimp, "You child, don't ask nonsense."

"Mom, I'm not young anymore. Wait two more years and I'll be eighteen!"

Mother Jiang fed the prawns into her mouth, "Okay, okay. With your playful nature, in Mom's eyes, just be an obedient child for the rest of your life!"

Jiang Wan listened, her eyes suddenly lowered, flickering slightly.

Suddenly, she raised her head again, with a cute and bright smile on her face, "I don't agree to divorce. My sister can't marry Zhang Yanqing, but I can marry him!"

Jiang's father put down his wine glass, his face sullen, "What are you marrying, you are not even eighteen. Do you know how old Zhang Yanqing is this year?"

"Two years older than my sister." Jiang Wan calculated, "24, eight years older than me."

Father Jiang, "Yes, it's eight years younger. It's not suitable, it's not suitable."

Mother Jiang also glared at her daughter angrily, "I have an idea with your father, so don't disturb it."

"How can this be called disturbance?" The girl pursed her lips, Xiao Lu's eyes were clouded with boredom, and her voice was dull, "But I just want to marry him."

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother looked at each other, and then at their little daughter.

The girl raised her chin, looking like a shy girl who couldn't hide her worries, "I like him."

She kissed again, the sweetness on the corners of her lips couldn't be concealed, "It's love at first sight!"

Mother Jiang said "Ah", her eyes widened, "But, but you are almost ten years old! And today I saw his temperament, he was lonely and cold, and he didn't seem to love women. My child, if you If you marry such a person, you will have a hard time in the future!"

Father Jiang nodded in agreement, obviously not approving of this marriage.

If you lose face, just lose face, you can't let your child sacrifice a lifetime of happiness.

"Then give it a try first?" Jiang Wan took a step back, "I don't want to marry him, but get in touch with him for a while first. If he is really lukewarm to me, I'll give up at worst."

"Try? How to try?" Mother Jiang felt puzzled, "He lives in Lingcheng, so he won't always come to Sujing if he has nothing to do."

"By the way." Jiang Wan seemed to think of something suddenly, the expression on her small face suddenly became obedient, and she took Jiang's mother's arm and acted like a baby, "Mom, I want to transfer to Lingcheng to study next semester. I heard that Lingcheng There are many interesting courses taught in the city school, and several students in our class are going to transfer!"

Jiang's father has always been very supportive of his daughter's studies, but he still asked, "Why do you suddenly want to transfer schools?"

"Isn't it good to share father's worries after learning more knowledge?"

Jiang's father was taken aback for a moment, and quickly grinned, "Okay! My Nuoxuo is going to be a big girl soon, and she will feel sorry for others when she knows the wind and snow!"

An anxious dinner was softened and diluted by the girl's uninterrupted coquettish voice.
In Lingcheng at the end of August, the wind is still slightly warm.

The phoenix trees all over the city are wrapped in a simple and old taste, just like the dusty scrolls of history being quietly opened.

Yanlu Mansion.

The black car stopped at the entrance of the mansion, the door opened, and the man in military uniform stepped down from inside, tidied up the messy epaulettes, and looked up at another villa next to the mansion.

The lights on the second floor were dimly lit, and a slender figure passed by from time to time.

He couldn't see clearly because he was far away, he just frowned slightly, took off his white gloves and walked into the mansion
(End of this chapter)