Xue God, you got the wrong object

Chapter 408 I Like This Gift
Shen Yuan said again, "It doesn't matter if you fail the exam, I can still afford her as a daughter."

Both Jiang Ling and Jiang Shijing couldn't help but glance at Shen Yuan, Jiang Ling was a little surprised.

Shen Yuan finally said something human?

"By the way, Dad, grandma, I've decided to live on campus in my third year of high school. What do you think?" Jiang Shijing said.

Father Jiang was a little surprised, "You want to live on campus?"

Jiang Ling also looked at Jiang Shijing, who didn't expect Jiang Shijing to live on campus suddenly, and she chose to go to school without hesitation when she filled out the form.

"Live on campus? Oh, it's good to live on campus. Study hard in the third year of high school." Song Shu had a different reaction from them.

Jiang Shijing nodded under the eyes of several people, "Well, the form has been handed in."

Father Jiang and Song Shu didn't say anything, they had no objections.

She didn't even say anything to Liang Yuan during the meal. Although she usually disliked her son, she would not interfere with his decisions.

I know in my heart that my son has something in his heart.

After dinner, Jiang Ling went home to put away her schoolbag for review, but she called Jiang Shijing to Shen's house instead.

Jiang Shijing was asked to sit downstairs in the living room, and Jiang Ling ran upstairs with a thump, and came down with something on his back after a while, and put it in front of Jiang Shijing.

It's a guitar.

The log-colored guitar lies peacefully on the tabletop, and the smooth surface shines brightly under the bright light of the living room.

Jiang Shijing silently plucked the strings of the guitar, revealing pleasant notes, which had already been tuned.

Seeing Jiang Shijing's silent face, Jiang Ling's heart sank slightly, "You don't like it?"

There was a nervous look in Xing's eyes.

Wen Yan Jiang Shijing withdrew his hand stroking the strings, and looked up at Jiang Ling who was standing opposite him.

Her slightly nervous appearance fell into her eyes, and Jiang Shijing's dark eyes were deep.

He changed his expression, raised his eyelids lazily, and said with some regret, "Hey, it's just average."

Jiang Ling: "..."

Under Jiang Ling's watchful eyes, Jiang Shijing couldn't pretend for a few seconds, he disarmed and surrendered, "Don't look at me, you're right, I'm just teasing you."

Then he saw Jiang Ling looking at him speechlessly, as if looking at a mentally retarded person.

Jiang Shijing found that Jiang Ling was becoming more and more impolite now. In the past, even if she thought he was mentally retarded, her eyes would be more tactful.

Sighing from the bottom of my heart, I bent down to look at Jiang Ling, and softened my voice, "Okay, don't be angry, I won't tease you, I like this gift very much."

Jiang Ling exhaled, "That's good."

"How do you send me this?"

"Birthday present!"

Jiang Shijing chuckled, and said helplessly, "Why did I think of giving this away?"

"I heard Aunt Liang mention it some time ago, saying that your guitar seems to be broken." Jiang Ling explained.

Wen Yan Jiang Shijing raised his eyebrows, let out a slight "ah", and suddenly called Jiang Ling's name in the living room of Shen's house where there were only two of them.

"Jiang Ling."

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

Jiang Shijing looked into Jiang Ling's eyes with a serious expression, but his eyes were full of tenderness and tenderness.

The deep and magnetic voice seemed to float in the living room, and finally fell into Jiang Ling's ears.

Jiang Ling felt a little itchy in her ears, she tilted her head unnaturally, and said in a muffled voice, "Well, it's fine. You...you go back first and review, let's go."

She started chasing people away.

Put the guitar back into the guitar case, let him carry it on his back and urge Jiang Shijing to leave.

Jiang Shijing was pushed to the door by her. Looking at the door that Jiang Ling had opened, he turned his head and asked intentionally, "Will you come with me?"

"I'm not going, I'm not going." Jiang Ling felt ashamed because of her disappointing performance, and waved her hands repeatedly.

Jiang Shijing carried the guitar on his back, didn't leave, and continued to ask. "Really not going? It's my birthday, why don't you stay with me for a while? Haven't said happy birthday yet."

The deliberately lowered voice was exceptionally clear in the silent living room, falling on top of Jiang Ling's head.

The violin-like sound is particularly bewitching.

He continued, "Huh? Happy birthday?"

(End of this chapter)