The real young master just wants to learn

It's Friday again.

After the last class in the afternoon, under the warm winter sun, the students embarked on the journey home.

Jiang Lin returned to the apartment near Imperial University with Xiang Huanze just like last week.

It was Xiang's driver who came to pick them up.

The two got into the car one after the other, and after the car started to move, Jiang Lin received a text message.

The text message was sent by an unfamiliar number, and what was even stranger than the number was the content of the text message.

[Jiang Lin, tomorrow is your mother's death day, are you really not going to visit her? 】

This text message contained too much information, and Jiang Lin didn't know where to start.

The 'your mother' in the text message should refer to the original owner's mother, but the last time he saw the original owner's mother was within a month.

The date of death generally refers to the day when the deceased died, which can be called the date of death, or it is the day of the death of the deceased, or at least one year has passed since the death of the deceased.

According to the tone of the person who sent the text message, he knew that the original owner's mother had died. It is impossible for a person to have the ability to foretell.

In other words, this text message means that the original owner's mother has actually been dead for more than a year.

How can this be?

The original owner's mother...

This novel is about the exchange of real and fake rich families. The original owner and Jiang Jing logically have two mothers, one is the biological mother and the other is the adoptive mother.

If the text message is not about the biological mother who only cares about face, it should be his adoptive mother, the nanny who 'carried the wrong child'.

Jiang Lin always thought that the nanny would pick up the wrong child who was one month apart, because she must want her child to live a wealthy life, and the routines of novels and TV dramas have always been like this.

Looking at it now, it seems... Isn't it?

Xiang Huan swiped his phone for a while, then turned his head to look at Jiang Lin, but saw him staring at the phone with a deep expression.

He stretched out his hand and shook Jiang Lin's eyes, "What's wrong? What are you looking at? So engrossed."

Jiang Lin came back to his senses and quickly locked the phone screen.

"Ah? It's nothing. I want to... what to eat tonight."

"Looking at you stupidly."

"Huh?" Jiang Lin didn't turn his mind for a moment, "What did you say?"

Xiang Huan stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly leaned forward, raised his hand on the car window next to Jiang Lin, and wrapped him in his arms like a wall.

"Didn't you ask me what I want to eat? I said I wanted to... I looked at you obsessively."

He lowered his voice, his tone was low, and he blinked his left eye after speaking, which was so greasy that it made people shiver.

Jiang Lin twitched the corners of his mouth in disgust, and pushed Xiang Huanze's face aside, "Go away, who asked you what you want to eat? I mean I was thinking about what to eat tonight."

Taking advantage of the traffic light, the driver sneaked a glance at the two teenagers in the rear seat from the rearview mirror, and only glanced at Tabian and looked away.

He shook his head slightly, "Tsk tsk, it's offensive."

Xiang Huan was pushed away by him, and sat upright, "Okay, have you thought it through yet?"

"No." Jiang Lin put his phone in his pocket, "Just have a bite, any noodle restaurant at the gate of the community will do."

"After eating at the cafeteria for a week, you still want to eat outside?" Xiang Huan said dissatisfiedly: "There is a vegetable market opposite the neighborhood, buy some vegetables and go back, brother will show you."

"Xiang Huanze, have you noticed something?"

Jiang Lin's tone suddenly became serious. Seeing this, Xiang Huan couldn't help but put aside his joking attitude, and became serious as well.

"What's the matter, you said."

Jiang Lin stared at him, and said seriously, "You're really getting greasy."

Xiang Huanze: "..."

"If it weren't for your face, your words and deeds would be a greasy middle-aged old man, you know?"

Xiang Huanze: "..."

After Jiang Lin finished speaking, he leaned against the car door and continued to study the text message.

And Xiang, the greasy middle-aged uncle Huan, turned his body at an angle with a very calm face and a very hurt heart, and stared out of the window with his chin in a daze.

It was sunny on March 11.

I was told like an old uncle by a man with a 30 year old soul, or a greasy old uncle.

Once, my inadvertent action would cause girls to scream for me, let alone if I deliberately tease them.

But now, my provocative and crazy words and deeds are said to be like a middle-aged old man.

I just want to be quiet now...