Try changing my plan again?

▍I want to get in touch with him.

Seeing that the event was coming to an end, Ruan Mian nodded decisively, took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Li Yuhuai, patted her butt and said let's go.

"I met my benefactor's father. He is richer than you were back then. I'm leaving first. I want to get in touch with him. I also drove away. You can find a way to go home by yourself."

In the empty parking lot, Ding Dong was holding Ruan Mian with one hand and Jiang Song with the other, and from time to time he lifted himself up with his feet off the ground.

The little girl loves the new and forgets the old, sees the different and wants to change, and when she hears that they can go home together, she doesn't bother to see Li Yuhuai anymore. She refuses to go with her uncle, and she wants to stay with her big brother in her big brother's car no matter what.

Jiang Song had no choice but to ask Ruan Mian for her opinion and let her go.

Aston Martin parked quietly in an inconspicuous corner, and Jiang Song stood in front of the car, his eyes widened slightly, as if a little shocked.

After all, for him, such an expression is quite rare.

"This is Li Yuhuai's car, I'm not so flirtatious." Ruan Mian opened the car door, helped Little Princess Dingdang to the co-pilot, leaned forward and carefully fastened her seat belt, "But the most important thing... …I can’t afford it either.”

Jiang Song smiled inexplicably, "You two have a very good relationship."

Ruan Mian secretly glanced at him sideways, always feeling that the tone of this sentence was a little inexplicably subtle, and she couldn't tell what was wrong.

"I'm going to drive, I'll wait for you at the exit." Jiang Song turned around and left after speaking, leaving only a cool and indifferent back of my father.

Ruan Mian got into the driver's seat, turned her head to ask Ding Dong, puzzled, "Is your uncle jealous?"

Ding Dong's little face wrinkled, "What is jealousy?"

Ruan Mian put one hand on the steering wheel, pondered for a moment, "Maybe you don't want to be with him, he is sad."

Ding Dong shook his head without hesitation, "Uncle won't."

"how do you know?"

Ding Dang nodded firmly, feeling that his judgment must be correct, "He just won't."

Jiang Song's Bentayga is in front, and Ruan Mian's Aston Martin is behind. The two luxury cars are very eye-catching on the street, especially the one at the back. The dark red body with perfect and smooth curves is shining brightly in the sunset , out of the sky.

Just such a world-class supercar almost made Ruan Mian drive at the speed of an electric three-wheeler, Jiang Song had to let go of the accelerator and wait for him after a while, the huge SUV walked timidly and aggrieved.

Ruan Mian thought to herself, what can I do, I am also very flustered.

It was not safe for a child to sit in the co-pilot. He drove carefully and attentively all the way. He didn't dare to step on the accelerator or brake hard. His hanging ankle was about to cramp.

Enclosing such an urban forest within the third ring road where every inch of land is expensive is definitely the highest courtesy to luxury houses. The sparse single-family buildings are hidden in the depths of the garden, and a little roof is exposed stingy and lonely.

The houses here couldn’t even be found at market prices, and there was no intention of selling them from the very beginning. One could imagine that the people who lived in them must be either rich or expensive, and they were still at the top of the wealth chain.

Ruan Mian followed Jiang Song's car, slowly drove into the magnificent gate of the park, walked west along the spacious boulevard, and stopped in front of a small garden gate.

He was wondering why he stopped by the side of the road, when Jiang Song got out of the car and walked towards them.

"Wait for me, I'll take her in first." Jiang Song took out the yawning Ding Dong from the car, and asked her softly, "You don't want to say goodbye to brother?"

Ding Dang clenched his fists and rubbed his eyes, and opened his arms to Ruan Mian pitifully, "I want big brother to hug me."

How could Ruan Mian bear such coquetry and cuteness, her heart melted immediately, she got out of the car without saying a word, Ren Dingdang put her arms around her neck and smacked her face.

Before entering the door, the little girl struggled in Jiang Song's arms and twisted her body, her hands were clasped around her mouth into a trumpet shape, and she cried out mournfully, "Brother! You must come back to see me!"

Helpless and funny, Ruan Mian waved her hand, "I will."

Jiang Song originally turned his back to him, but he turned his head slightly when he heard this, with the light behind his back, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Jiang Song lived not far from Ding Dang's house, separated by two buildings, in a more secluded corner, with a simple exterior, not as extravagant as the small garden house just now.

Ruan Mian put on her slippers, looked around, and found that the house really looked like its own.

It is also the minimalist style that men love. The black, white and gray are really only black and white and gray. They are resolute and ruthless. Even the lines of the sofa are very neat, and the fabric is stretched without any wrinkles, except for the cigarette ash on the coffee table. Cylinder, without any extra ornaments.

It is cool and crazy, with both style and temperament, but it lacks a little warmth that should be at home.

Ruan Mian thought, no wonder he is so cool all day long, just this house, the more he lives in it, the cooler he gets.

Jiang Song came out of the western kitchen with a glass in his hand, his shirt cuffs were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms, "There is only coffee and tea at home that you don't like." He handed the cup to Ruan Mian, "Make it easy, drink Some jingle juice?"

Ruan Mian was really thirsty, she reached out to take the cup, took a few sips unceremoniously, and found it was quite sweet.

The sweetness that freshly squeezed juice does not have, like adding honey.

Ruan Mian looked at Jiang Song half-jokingly, "Would you be unhappy if Ding Dong found out?"

Jiang Song leaned on the sofa opposite Ruan Mian, crossed his legs, leaned back slightly, and his posture was relaxed and casual.

It's not the kind of posturing as a master, but the natural leisurely and lazy when getting along with friends.

"She likes you very much." Jiang Song said, "She only likes good-looking people."

Ruan Mian slightly raised her eyebrows, "You're praising me."

Jiang Song, "Yes."

Ruan Mian laughed, and put the empty cup on the tea table, "By the way, did the dog have a name?"

"Not yet, do you have any good suggestions?"

If he could understand Ruan Mian better at this time, he would definitely not give such a serious matter of naming to a mallet.

A mallet that is not reliable at all except for work.

Ruan Mian squatted in the front yard, in front of three half-grown puppies shaking their heads.

Jiang pants, Jiang vest, Jiang slippers.

The names of the three brothers are full of someone's wish for an ideal life.

The vacation three-piece suit seemed a bit unfamiliar to him, who hadn't seen him for a long time. He tried to get close to him, but he seemed not sure who this person was.

Ruan Mian narrowed her eyes, grinding her back molars ferociously, "A group of white-eyed wolves, they have no conscience at crossing the river, have you forgotten who gave you shit and piss?"

The yard is about [-] square meters, and the door is made of antiseptic wood to form a wooden deck. The height difference between the deck and the courtyard is not made into stairs, but a gentle slope.

A glass ceiling protrudes from the top, and a lounge chair and a side table are placed under it, and a few books are stacked on the side table.

Different from the interior decoration style, the courtyard is very lifelike.

Ruan Mian was a little curious about what he usually watched, thought about it, and sneakily touched the only Jiang pants that were willing to get close to him.

"The Way of Entrepreneurship", which I haven't read much at first glance, and "Business Thinking", which is used as a tea coaster.

A "Dog Raising Bible", and the rest are painting books such as "Human Anatomy Chart for Art" and "Western Classic Art Techniques".

This person seems to be different from what he appears on the surface, a bit magical.

Accompanied by the gentle breeze in the evening, the fragrance of trees and flowers lingers around you, making you feel warm and comfortable.

Jiang Song was on the phone in the room. Through the glass door, it could be seen that he was not in a good mood, his brows were slightly frowned, and his index finger tapped the armrest of the sofa intermittently.

After Ruan Mian's previous in-depth observations, this movement usually means that he is impatient.

Seeing that he didn't have time to talk to anyone for a while, Ruan Mian simply sat on the lounge chair with his underpants on, picked up a book and flipped through it.

Under the book, there is a thin sketchbook.

Ever since looking at Jiang Song's circle of friends, Ruan Mian guessed that he can draw, and the drawing is pretty good, although it's not good to sneak through other people's drawing books...but he just took a look, and he can share with himself. Win or lose is fine.

I don’t know if I don’t turn it over, I’m startled when I turn it over.

Jiang Song has been pampered since he was a child, but he didn't expect to have a pair of eyes to explore life.

Many of his paintings are corners of the market, dilapidated houses, vendors selling vegetables, and even mules pulling carts. I don’t know where I met them, and they are extremely out of touch with his personal image.

It is impossible for a person like him to take a small notebook to sketch on the street, so he must either take pictures to record, or have a good memory of the pictures.

After turning a few pages back, Ruan Mian was suddenly taken aback.

The scene in the painting is very blurry, and the rainwater composed of fine lines fills the picture, and it can be vaguely distinguished from the small cross on the building that it is in a hospital.

A man was standing in the rain wrapped in a coat, with a mess of hair pouring over his face, carefully protecting the heads of three puppies in his arms.

The essence of character sketching is dynamics and charm, not details. The outline of the man's facial features is only sketched with a few strokes, except for a pair of eyes that are extremely delicate and vivid. Even the water droplets on the eyelashes seem to be drooping. feeling.

As the rightful owner, Ruan Mian recognized him at a glance.

Ruan Mian, "..."

Fuck, this is a personal camera at all...

"Is there anything Ruan Design can point out?"

Ruan Mian was so engrossed in reading that she didn't even realize when Jiang Song came out, she hurriedly closed the book, and smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I happened to see it...so I couldn't help flipping through it."

Jiang Song didn't look displeased at all, picked up Jiang's slippers and scratched its chin, "I also drew it casually, it doesn't matter."

Ruan Mian was born in a serious academic class, and her paintings are well-regulated and there are no faults. However, compared with Jiang Song's casual and unruly, it is really a little less agile.

He curled his lips sullenly, "Reserve prince, you're a bit of an idler."

The author says:

I have a bad joke to tell today.

Many years later, Jiang Song took Ruan Mian to see Mount Kilimanjaro.

The holy mountain seems to stand on the top of the clouds, the towering peaks are covered with snow, and the scenery is a mess.

Just when they were full of emotion, the extinct volcano that had been silent for hundreds of thousands of years suddenly trembled and spewed out billowing thick smoke.

"Fuck!"

Ruan Mian grabbed Jiang Song and turned around and ran wildly, shouting while running, "Isn't it an extinct volcano! What's going on!"

At this moment, an ethereal and thick voice came from the mountain pass behind him.

"Because, burn rich people to death."

The delicate balance between work and codewords is at stake (;???Д??`)