When Fu Yurou returned to Jiang's house, he saw Jiang Keyan in the yard, and he was really helping with painting.
"Miss, why do I look a bit like a toilet, are you sure you really want it?"
Jiang Keran, who was turned into a little cat, held the brush high, and twirled the paintbrush in the other hand, as if he could juggle.
"I called my brother and said that you will go back to Changshi Town later. Don't say anything when you go back. If you say bad things twice, you will feel uncomfortable twice"
"Miss, but Jiang's counterfeit, when are you going to blow her away? I can't wait to see her in a mess, lying to my family, and brainwashing me. Thinking about it makes me unhappy."
"Kanan, it can be done in the yard."
"Miss sister, aren't you driving me away? I can see the chili oil on that unlucky ghost's hand. Is it the spicy crayfish? Can I try it?"
"Okay, wait for me to get it for you."
Jiang Keran waited for a long time, but Fu Yurou slowly brought out a bowl of noodles.
"Miss, if you don't want me to eat it, just say so. No, I just need to go back, and my little brother will make a lot of drops for me, and it's made of rice."
"Oh, I took the wrong one."
"Don't make it up for me again, young lady, you are so absent-minded, maybe take out the milk later, my milk must not scratch you. Otherwise, I will go in and get it myself, hee hee."
Jiang Keran finally got the chance. In fact, what she wanted to go more was mother Qu Wan's room.
"Mom, I painted that beggar, and you still framed it? That's not me, why do you take her as me? Don't tell me I'm in your heart, is there really no one else? Even if everyone Don't recognize me, but you're a mother, and you must"
Before Jiang Ke could finish her sentence, she felt that the door was opening with a "sigh", and she hid in the big cabinet with lightning speed.
It turned out that it was Shangguan Liuyun.
Even when Qu Wan was not at home, she often came to her room to meditate, as if practicing yoga, with her eyes closed and her palms tremblingly folded together, as if she was praying for something.
"My son is safe and sound."
The first thing Shangguan Liuyun muttered was indeed related to Jiang Du. Perhaps in her mind, her son did not die.
"Son, your family, Mom will help you look after it, so you can leave at ease."
For a moment, Shangguan Liuyun seemed to be very aware of Jiang Duyou's departure again, and Jiang Keran, who was looking at his grandmother through the gap in the cabinet, was completely confused.
"Hey! I'm seriously ill again."
Jiang Keran blinked helplessly, wishing that Shangguan Liuyun would beat her with a cane like before, but Shangguan Liuyun's body seemed to turn to one side as soon as he lifted the cane.
"Son, why don't you live with your mother when you have a wife and children? If you knew you were rich, you would have separated from your mother, and your mother would not set up any sg group. You are happy with your son all day long. Wouldn't it be dead?"
As he spoke, Shangguan Liuyun choked up.
"Mom left a will and gave you all the money, but you must make a new one. You love your wife and children more than mom, so mom will change it for you. Divide my life savings into three shares on average. Your wife and you Son. No, you love the youngest Jiang Keran. Before the car accident, Mom knew your happy tone, so" (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com