Sister, Shut Up!

"Oh, I went shopping in the Four Seasons Plaza, and I'll be right back."

"If I don't come back, I will go home directly and leave you here."

"Okay." Jiang Miao was happy, he had never heard of such a good thing.

The senior is in Hengtang Village, and Jiang Miao wished he could live in his grandmother's house so that he could have trysts with the senior every day.

"Okay, okay, you big-headed ghost, hurry up, your grandpa and grandma are going to bed, why don't you come back?!"

"Got it, right now."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Xiaojing curled her lips. If there is a woman outside, she won't stay at home. If she's not married, it's just such a virtue. It's heartless at first glance.

After not coming back for such a long time, I don't even need to think about it, what did Jiang Miao, that brat, do.

At this moment, I might hug someone else's girl and make out.

Thinking of this, Tang Xiaojing couldn't help but sigh.

Really grown up.

On Su Huai Congee's side, Jiang Miao was also pushed out by the senior sister, urging him to go back quickly.

"If you don't go back, your mother will be suspicious."

"How could it be? My mother is too stupid to think about it at all." Jiang Miao said in relief.

"Anyway, it's late, you go back quickly."

"Understood." Jiang Miao stood at the door, hugged the senior into her arms, gave another parting kiss, and separated after a few minutes, "Then senior, I'm leaving, good night."

"Well, good night, good night." Su Huai porridge kissed again on tiptoe, then slipped into the crack of the door, showing only one face, and waved to Jiang Miao, "Bye bye~"

Jiang Miao walked out of the yard while waving, carrying two bags of fruit to grandma's house.

Su Huai Porridge locked the door, let out a long sigh of relief, turned off the lights on the first floor, and walked up the stairs.

As a result, at the corner, Su Huai Porridge suddenly noticed that the lights in the corridor on the second floor were turned on? !

Looking up, Xu Guiying was standing by the armrest, looking at her granddaughter kindly.

Su Huai porridge froze in place, a little at a loss.

"Grandma, grandma... why are you awake?" Su Huai porridge faltered, pinching the hem of his clothes and blushing.

"Why are you standing there? Come up." Xu Guiying turned around and walked to her bedroom, "Let's chat."

……

When Jiang Miao returned to her grandma's house, her grandparents were already asleep, and her cousin Tang Zhuqing also retreated into her nest to play with cats and watch dramas. Tang Xiaojing was the only one left in the living room on the second floor.

"Are you willing to come back?" Tang Xiaojing laughed when she saw him walking in with a bag, "I thought you were taken away by some goblin."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Miao felt a little guilty after being told, and quickly changed the subject, "Didn't you say that you are leaving, let's go."

"What did you buy?" Tang Xiaojing got up, walked to him and asked curiously.

"Just a little fruit, take it home to honor you two."

"Come on, eat it yourself."

"This is what the little elf honors his parents."

"..." Tang Xiaojing glanced at her son with a playful smile, "Then you brought the little goblin back."

"That won't work, fairies live in the forest."

"Just bullshit you."

After turning off the lights and locking the door, the two went downstairs to Tang Xiaojing's car, got in the car and prepared to go home.

Along the way, Tang Xiaojing randomly picked up topics and asked Jiang Miao how she was doing at school this semester.

The mother and son chatted and returned home soon.

At the moment Jiang Zhenguo was in the study, and when he heard the sound of the door lock, he quickly closed the Qidian Chinese website page, quickly shut down the computer, and then slowly came out of the study as if nothing had happened.

"Are you back?" Jiang Zhenguo said calmly.

"Here." Tang Xiaojing handed a bag of fruit to the tea table, "Your son bought it to honor you."

"Hehe." Jiang Zhenguo said curiously, "Jiang Miao will also buy me fruit?"

"Don't eat it." Jiang Miao reached for the fruit, "I won't give it to you yet."

"Don't." Jiang Zhenguo snatched the fruit with quick eyesight and quick hands, "You go take a shower, it's mine."

Jiang Miao rolled her eyes and went back to her bedroom.

……

After ten o'clock in the evening, the family of three took a bath, and the lights in the living room were turned off.

Jiang Miao nestled in the bed and sent many WeChat messages to her senior, but she never got a reply, feeling puzzled.

On the other side, Jiang Zhenguo was leaning on the bed and looking at his mobile phone, frowning and squinting, and clicking on the "Qidian Reading" app that he had just downloaded.

Tang Xiaojing, who was lying next to her, had already prepared her mobile phone, which played the female audiobook novel "The Little Sacred Hand of the Medical Concubine".

"I saw the black shadow flashing. Before she could see who was coming, there was a gray mist rising in front of her eyes—it was poison! This place should not last long..."

"Hello, your free listening time has run out, please watch the ad to get free time."

Tang Xiaojing turned off the phone impatiently, and the room suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Zhenguo next to him looked confused, but found that his wife didn't listen to the book, after thinking about it, he still made up his mind and turned around to say it.

And Tang Xiaojing also thought about it for a long time, and kept playing the intimate scene she saw in the alley this evening in her mind, and finally decided to chat with the baby's father.

"Xiaojing, your son..."

"Zhen Guo, Miao Miao..."

Halfway through the conversation, the two stopped at the same time.

"You speak first?"

"You speak first?"

Another meal.

The two looked at each other.

"Your son is secretly writing novels."

"The brat is secretly in love."

Pausing again, the two stared at each other in astonishment, unable to speak to each other.

The bedroom suddenly became very quiet, and one could even vaguely hear the creaking of the cotton bed next door Jiang Miao tossing and turning.

171. You're not on a date, why are you in a hurry?

In the bedroom, Jiang Zhenguo and Tang Xiaojing looked at each other, lost in thought for a while, digesting the explosion information provided by the other party.

Jiang Miao reads novels, and his parents know about it.

After all, Tang Xiaojing also reads novels, so she doesn't restrict Jiang Miao very much.

But writing fiction?

Tang Xiaojing was a little dazed and didn't turn the corner all at once.

What novel are you writing?

As for Jiang Zhenguo, he was even more astonished. Thinking of the name of the novel written by his son, he suddenly had a kind of realization, and immediately asked: "You said that he is in love, is his girlfriend some kind of asshole?"

Tang Xiaojing: "???"

"What is the fart master?"

"Just that English word, one u and one p." Jiang Zhenguo reminded, "I checked it online, and I said it was the kind of person who posted videos on a video website."

"What is it?" Tang Xiaojing didn't know what this guy was talking about, "His girlfriend is his senior sister, from the same school."

"What the hell?" Jiang Zhenguo was surprised, thinking that his son still likes this tune, "Older than him?"

"It's probably only one year older, about the same."

"That's not too good, it's not good to be old."

"Why?" Tang Xiaojing couldn't hear this, and turned her head to ask, "You still have age discrimination?"

"Tsk, don't always label me." Jiang Zhenguo waved his hand and changed the subject, "Wait a minute, let's talk about it first."

"Then tell me first, what's the matter with the fart master? It has something to do with the novel?" Tang Xiaojing patted the mask and asked.

"Here, here's the book, take a look." Jiang Zhenguo handed over the phone, and on the screen was the Qidian Reading app, the homepage of Jiang Miao's novel.

Tang Xiaojing leaned over to take a look curiously, and read sternly: "My-girlfriend-is-a-million-fan-has-fart-master?"

"That's it, have you seen it?" Jiang Zhenguo pointed to the word "up" on it and said, "Your son wrote it in a decent way, so it turns out that he has experience in dating."

"Really or not?" Tang Xiaojing still couldn't believe it, took the phone and turned it up and down, and said, "It's all 80 words?"

"Look at it, look at it, doesn't it look ridiculous?" Jiang Zhenguo pressed hard on the 80-character mark, "He writes this kind of thing all day without doing a job in school. Has he written 80 characters in the ten years of school? Wanzi is still a problem.”

"You said that." Tang Xiaojing glanced at him, "It's just writing novels, how can you stop him for personal hobbies? And I think it's good not to write?"

After clicking into the comment area, Tang Xiaojing took a look. Most of the comments were exaggerated, and they seemed to be quite popular.

"What do you mean well-written?" Jiang Zhenguo was in a hurry, and hurriedly clicked on the read button, turned to Chapter 2, pointed to a certain paragraph and asked, "What do you call this?"

[In the bathroom, Jiang Qiuyi walked to the balcony with a pile of clothes in his hands, his little face was blushing, and his eyes kept sneaking sideways glances at a four-cornered object, full of curiosity and shyness. 】

After Tang Xiaojing finished reading this paragraph, her cheeks turned red.

Now that she is an adult and has a son, Tang Xiaojing is naturally more resistant to this kind of description.

If she saw this kind of content normally, she would at most just laugh it off.

But when she thought that this thing was written by her own son, she felt uncomfortable for a while.

Thinking about it again, tens of thousands of people have read the content written by his son, Tang Xiaojing couldn't bear it all of a sudden.

"It's more than that." Jiang Zhenguo didn't let her go, and continued to scroll down, "Look, look."