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His shoulders drooped, and he said helplessly, "Uncle Fan..."

Uncle Fan smiled gently, stepped forward to help him open the car door, and asked, "Didn't you see your sister? Shi Yun should be leaving school at this time."

"I didn't see it." Jiang Jing flatly refused, looking at his phone out of sight and out of mind.

Although he didn't want to admit it very much, he did have a real father, and he was quite rich.

The biological father took the stepmother, and the stepmother brought a daughter. From then on, Jiang Jing had a younger sister in name.

Whether it was his own father, stepmother or Bai Jian's younger sister, Jiang Jing was so annoyed to death that he wanted to jump out of the car several times on the way, but sat back aggrieved.

The car sped along the road, and soon arrived at a well-known wealthy area in the city.

Jiang Jing stared out the window in a daze, and when he was about to fall asleep, Jiang Zheng called.

The number only had an extremely perfunctory period, and Jiang Jing paused his fingers for two seconds before reluctantly picking it up.

Jiang Zheng's voice was full of kindness and kindness: "Xiao Jing, where are you?"

"Soon." Jiang Jing cherished his words like gold.

The relationship between father and son is on thin ice, and Jiang Zheng knows how much his son doesn't like him.

Before, it was because he was busy with work and didn't have time to take care of his son, so it was understandable that the child didn't get close to him.In the past few years, it was probably because he was getting older and felt more and more precious about family affection. After remarrying, Jiang Zheng intended to ease the relationship with his son, but he had exhausted all his hard and soft things, and Jiang Jing just refused to give him any face.

Half a year ago, Jiang Zheng couldn't hold back his temper and lashed out at Jiang Jing. The father and son almost made a move. If someone hadn't stopped him, what would have happened.After waking up, Jiang Zheng also felt that he had gone too far, and wanted to reconcile but couldn't hold back his face. As a result, Jiang Jing rented a house by himself the next day and never went home to live again.

Tonight's meal was said to be a birthday party, but in fact Jiang Zheng was euphemistically asking for peace.

The call fell into a brief silence, Jiang Jing would not take the initiative to speak, Jiang Zheng could only give a few simple instructions, and then hung up the phone.

There are traffic lights ahead, and there are often traffic jams during the evening rush hour. Uncle Fan stopped the car and turned his head to look at the river view for a while.

Jiang Jing felt uncomfortable when he saw him, and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Uncle Fan has worked in Jiang's family for more than ten years. He grew up watching Jiang Jing and spent more time with him than Jiang Zheng. He knows the young master's temper like the back of his hand.When Jiang Jing first got into the car, he still had a conflicted expression on his face, but now he obviously relaxed a lot. I don't know if it was because of Jiang Zheng's phone call.

Uncle Fan smiled, suddenly noticed something, and asked, "Why didn't you carry your schoolbag?"

"I don't want to recite it." Jiang Jing said.

"No homework to write?"

Jiang Jing didn't speak, but glanced at him calmly.

The meaning is obvious, there is homework, but Young Master Jiang doesn't want to write it.

Uncle Fan sighed and couldn't help nagging: "Xiaojing, uncle doesn't want to talk about you, but students just want to study hard..."

Jiang Jing took a deep breath, and was about to take out his earphones and put them on, when He Shiyun, who had been silent in the back seat, suddenly said, "Brother is studying very well."

"Ah?" Uncle Fan didn't respond.

The school uniforms of the three grades in the attached middle school are of different colors. Jiang Jing's senior year uniform is black, and He Shiyun's senior year uniform is blue.The blue tie was clenched into several folds. He Shiyun lowered her head and said, "Dad said that my brother has always been the number one before, and there are still many awards."

The little girl didn't want others to criticize her brother, so she buried her head lower after speaking, as if she was afraid that Jiang Jing would get angry at her.

Although she was not allowed to call her brother, she couldn't help it when she opened her mouth.

Jiang Jing twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, and put on the earphones without saying a word, but no one responded.

When getting off the car, Uncle Fan hesitated to speak, and finally called Jiang Jing softly: "Xiao Jing, Mr. Jiang actually cares about you very much, he is your father after all, and tonight is his birthday, so don't make him angry. "

Jiang Jing nodded: "Well, Uncle Fan, go slowly."

It seemed that he didn't listen, so Uncle Fan had no choice but to drive away with a long sigh.

Jiang Zheng, who was in the house, had heard the sound of the car a long time ago, and felt a little nervous for some reason. He took a few deep breaths and waved his hand to signal He Yan to greet him at the door.

Before he could walk over, the door of the villa was pulled open.

Jiang Jing entered the door expressionlessly, and glanced at the two of them indifferently.

He Shiyun followed behind him, smiled lightly, and looked very happy: "Mom and Dad, brother is back."

Jiang Zheng got up and walked to Jiang Jing's side, raised his hand to touch his head, hesitated for a second, then put his hand on his shoulder, and sighed, "I've grown taller."

There was no way for Jiang Jing to avoid it, he gave a lukewarm "hmm" and looked away.

The dining table was full of dishes. He Yan came out of the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks. She was at a loss when she caught his gaze, and then smiled gently: "Xiaojing, Shiyun, wash your hands and eat."

She has a beautiful appearance and never wears heavy makeup. She simply wears a low ponytail, giving her the feeling of a good wife and loving mother.

She didn't seem to have changed much from the first time we met.

Especially her side face, very much like his mother who passed away many years ago.

Jiang Jing turned his face away, frowned, and suddenly had the urge to run away.

But after all, he is his own father. As soon as he had this sign, Jiang Zheng noticed it. He pressed his shoulders to the dining table, and pulled out the chair with his own hands for his son to sit down.

"Eat and eat, the food is hot." Jiang Zheng settled him down, then called He Shiyun to his side, and said to He Yan who was still busy: "It's almost done, let's eat first."

Jiang Jing went to wash his hands, and when he came back, he found that his bowl was full of all kinds of his favorite dishes.He didn't make a sound, took a few bites with his chopsticks.

Halfway through the meal, Jiang Zheng was almost drunk, and when he drank, he couldn't close the gate, and began to mutter again: "Xiaojing, these dishes are all made by your Aunt He, and I'm afraid they will be cooked in advance. If you don't eat it, you specially heat it up, how about you try it, is it similar to what your mother made?"

The previous words were quite normal, but as soon as the last sentence was uttered, let alone Jiang Jing, He Yan was startled, and hurriedly interrupted: "Your father drank too much, that's it, Xiao Jing, don't listen to him, what do you want to eat?" What to eat."

Jiang Jing put down his chopsticks, not even in the mood to deal with it, with obvious boredom on his expression.

"I'm full," he said.

"Come on, how can you be full after just a few mouthfuls?" He Yan stood up quickly, trying to hold him back, but Jiang Jing easily avoided him.

Before Jiang Zheng could turn his head around, he thought he was about to make trouble again, so he slapped the table and said, "Where are you going! This is your home, you are not allowed to go anywhere tonight!"

Jiang Jing sneered: "This is your home, not mine, so leave me alone."

After finishing speaking, he slammed the door and walked away.

"This bastard!"

Jiang Zheng stood up awkwardly and wanted to chase, but was stopped by the mother and daughter. After a long talk, he suddenly realized that he had offended his son.

"Om..."

Jiang Jing walked quickly on the sidewalk, hung up the phone calls from Zheng Jiang one after another, and finally turned off the phone in annoyance.

It was getting late, and the lanterns were just coming on, all the houses were brightly lit, and a warm halo glowed on the glass.He waited for more than ten minutes in the cold night before he flagged down a taxi.

The driver asked him where he was going, Jiang Jing wanted to go straight back to his rental house, but the words came out: "Lang Yuan."

Langyuan is the bar he often goes to, and this point is the busiest time.

Jiang Jing's anger slowly subsided, and he inexplicably recalled the scene in front of the bar yesterday.

The one who found the fault was a gangster outside the school. Last week, he stepped on Jiang Jing's shoe because he didn't have eyes, and he was beaten up by him.Although Jiang Jing won the battle in the end, he also suffered a lot. That's how the injury to his forehead came about.

It is estimated that the gangster held a grudge, and happened to bump into him at the door of the bar. If someone hadn't rescued him, he should be in the hospital at this time.

I've been really unlucky lately, and everything is not going my way.

Jiang Jing scratched his hair irritably.

This section of the road is still some distance away from the bar, the car body shakes slightly, and the light flowing through the window dazzles the eyes.

Jiang Jing's eyelids gradually closed, and the slender eyelashes cast a small shadow on the eyelids.

... I don't know if that man is still there.

Before going to sleep, such a thought suddenly flashed in his mind.