I am Feng Jun

Chapter 667 667. I still want to beat her up!
"You don't want to look for it, it's not impossible, I heard from Ah Yi, you want to give up the position of landlord?

In that case, you don't have to carry on the family line, and you don't have to look for it if you don't want to. You can be alone, and grandma will watch over you, so no one will bully you! "

"That's not what it means! Hey, no, you don't have any idea about the abdication?"

Shen Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked curiously.

I think Zhuo Jingyi felt like an enemy when he first learned that he wanted to abdicate, and he was forced to agree later because of his helplessness.

I didn't expect this young lady of the Jiang family to be so casual.

"Hey, what's the matter? I've wanted to do this for a long time. Your grandfather was adopted by my father in order to inherit the position of landlord."

"A Ci, let me tell you, at that time I wanted to take your grandfather out to roam the rivers and lakes, and pass on the position of landlord to others.

But I don't have much right to speak, and they all disagree!And Ah Luo, he was thinking of my father's kindness, and he didn't want to just throw away the stall as a shopkeeper, so he gave up!

I have been with him in Junzilou for more than ten years, and I was about to hand over the matter of General Ah Niyang to him and then I took him to wander around the rivers and lakes, but he fell ill and died! "

"But it almost didn't piss me off!"

As Jiang Zi talked, he took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and suppressed the years of resentment.

"So, if you don't want to pick up this stall, don't pick it up. How about grandma taking you out to play?"

This grandson can be regarded as doing what she wanted to do but didn't want to do, which made her appreciate this grandson even more.

But this looks different from the information given by Ah Yi. How can Ah Ci look like a noble son who has been raised in a boudoir for 16 years?

The banditry in his eyebrows is stronger than hers!
But she doesn't dislike it, her grandson, what's the point of being gangster, so that he won't be bullied!

Unlike her son, who simply wanted to die, he didn't even know he was cheated!
Ah, I'm really a little angry thinking about it, what should I do if I still want to beat Shen Yinchu up?
"Stop, take it easy!"

Jiang Zi confided his thoughts completely while talking to himself, but Shen Ci suddenly interrupted him.

"My current public identity has nothing to do with Shen Yinchu. If you beat her up for no reason, wouldn't that be exposed?"

Jiang Zi originally thought that it was his grandson who felt sorry for his mother, that's why he stopped him like that, and felt a little displeased, but after hearing the young man's explanation, he felt a little relieved.

Jiang Zi thought for a while, then whispered.

"Then how about I go secretly when the night is dark and the wind is high? Can't I let outsiders know?"

Hearing the words, Shen Ci's temples twitched, his eyes drooping in thought.

Seeing this, Jiang Zi saw that he was still unwilling and a little frustrated.

"If you don't want to, forget it."

After all, she is Ah Ci's own mother, so it's better not to make Ah Ci unhappy.

"It's not impossible"

Just when Jiang Zi wanted to accommodate his grandson and was about to give up this impulse, he heard the boy's trembling voice, and his eyes lit up.

"Huh? Seriously?"

Shen Ci put his hand to his lips and coughed twice.

"If you want, it's up to you."

Anyway, Jiang Ni is her own son, and it is not a heinous thing to vent his anger on his own son, and he has no position to stop him.

And the original owner with a position.
I'm afraid I won't stop it anymore, and if I know it, I might add fuel to the fire.

As long as it doesn't delay other things, everything else doesn't matter.

Only then did Jiang Zi feel happy, but then he thought, Ah Ci was so indifferent to his mother that he didn't even stop him from beating her up.

It seems that Shen Yinchu really didn't treat Ah Ci very well at ordinary times, which made him so indifferent to mother and child.

Shen Ci couldn't ignore the distress and doting in Jiang Zi's old brows and eyes even if he wanted to, but it made the corners of his lips twitch slightly and chuckled.

Grandma, it's not that he doesn't have one. Mrs. Wen is his own grandma, but she passed away early, and she hasn't seen him much since she was a child.

The grandfather had lived long enough and was a pretty good person, but because he came from a scholarly family in the Wen family, he disliked the banditry that Shen Ci exuded from the inside out at that time, so he didn't like to see him very much.

Seeing that no matter how hard he broke it, he couldn't get it back, and he was so angry that he simply ignored it.

However, the old man was very kind to Xiao Ya'er's blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, and he didn't care too much about Shen Ci, who was a bit cold.

In fact, he is really tired after four years of impeccable disguise, and he is too lazy to act.

Otherwise, the young man who was taught by Wen Wanyun from a young age can still gather his hostility and banditry and become a noble son.

But now, even if he can be himself in this delicate world of men, Grandma Jiang Zi will not feel any dissatisfaction, her eyes are full of liking.

This grandma is really the same as Shen Weihuai's uncle. Under the extremely enthusiastic care, all she shows is the most real emotion, which makes people inexplicably greedy.

Although he is cool, he is not a person who can't be warm. If you treat him well, he will naturally remember, and he will treat you better in the future.

Those who hold grudges are, in fact, the ones who hold the most gratitude.

Shen Ci, that's it.

Jiang Zi ate three meals a day in Feihua Pavilion, and in the evening, he was lucky enough to taste his grandson's top-notch cooking skills.

Although Jiang Zi was not abused by Jiang Ni's cooking skills, he still praised his grandson full of praise. Until night fell, Jiang Zi had the urge to sleep directly in Feihua Pavilion at night.

But after thinking about staying for a day, Jiang Zi was afraid that Shen Ci would be annoying, so he didn't push too much.

Fortunately, when the wind was blowing, he put on warm clothes for people, changed the hot water for people, and almost didn't let people light up the charcoal basin. After arranging everything, Jiang Zi went back to his yard.

Feiyan Courtyard diagonally opposite the front door of Feihua Pavilion.

Shen Ci looked at the thin velvet cloak that was forcibly draped over his shoulders, glanced at Bei Xia who was snickering, and rolled his eyes.

"What are you laughing at! What's so funny!"

"Master, you still refused to let Bei Xia add a cloak to you yesterday, so you can't stop Mrs. Jiang today, right?"

"That's where it is, and it's not freezing cold, so it's too late!"

Shen Ci rubbed the thin fleece inside the cloak, and said with some disgust.

"Grandpa is really not cold!"

"Master, your hands are so cold, and you still say you are not cold!"

Cold hands?

Shen Ci raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, and directly stuffed the cold hand in Beixia's mouth into the back of Beixia's neck beside him.

When this happened suddenly, Bei Xia cried out in shock, raised her hands subconsciously, but shrank her neck and did not dare to move, and only called out with a bitter face.

"Master."

Such an aggrieved and resentful voice made Shen Ci unable to continue.

Before, whether they were playing with Yang Zi or those people in the training camp, they would resist!
In the winter, let's see who is colder than who, who can beat who, and who screams louder.

It's too boring for this family to be submissive, as if he was bullying others.

Forget it, stop playing!

Go back to the house and assemble the parts that Zhou Xuxin created!

In the middle of the night, the candlelight was slightly lit, and the moonlight was cool and boundless, falling on the Qingjing courtyard, and the flowers, plants and trees could be seen at a glance.

As the night progressed little by little, when all the candles in the house were extinguished, everything outside was still going on in an orderly manner.

Breathing of flowers and plants, sleep, germination of seeds, breaking ground.

And, a woman in white who ran all night and arrived in this maple forest in the dead of night.

　One more chapter!
　　
　
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