The gentleman is knocking on the door

Chapter 17

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"Milan Lan, were you a dynamite in your previous life? Can you talk to me calmly once and for all?" This girl would spontaneously combust every time she didn't light it, and Mi Congcong felt really tired talking to her.

"Lan Lan..."

Jiang stood at the door of the main house, leaning on the door frame, looking at the two people in the yard hesitantly.

"Mother, why did you come to the door? You can't get the wind during confinement. Go back to the house!" Seeing Jiang Shi, Mi Lanlan became anxious.

"Stop arguing with Cong Cong, she is your sister." Jiang said weakly.

"Okay, I won't quarrel with her, mother, please go into the house quickly, if something happens to you, you will be in trouble..."

Milan Lan babbled and helped Jiang back to the house, but Mi Congcong hesitated for a moment, then raised his legs and walked towards the main room.

Jiang, who just lay back on the bed, sat up hastily as if surprised when Mi Congcong came in.

"Cong Cong..." Jiang looked at her a little at a loss.

Mi Congcong was puzzled, is she so scary?

"Mom, what are you doing up? Lie down quickly!" Milan Lan gave Mi Congcong a hard look, and forced Jiang to lie back.

"You lie down, I'll take a look at the child." Mi Congcong said to Jiang, and walked to the bed made of two wooden boards.

Jiang shi and Mi Zhian usually sleep in separate beds, and now the child sleeps in Mi Zhian's bed, no need to ask, Mi Congcong also knows that Mi Zhian must not be back these days.

Mi Congcong pretended not to see the nervousness flashing across Jiang's face, and bent down to look at the baby sleeping on the plank bed.

It was the first time for Mi Congcong to see this child after it was born. This child looked nothing like the kid who wandered around the door of the main house that day. recognize her?
Thinking of this, Mi Congcong poked the child's delicate face with his hand, and the child smacked his lips and continued to fall asleep.

Mi Congcong couldn't help laughing.

"Is the child named?" Mi Congcong looked sideways at Jiang.

Jiang's expression darkened: "Not yet, wait for your father to come back and pick it up."

"When will he come back?" Mi Congcong's face also turned cold.

Sensitively aware of Mi Congcong's displeasure, Jiang raised her eyes and glanced at her hastily: "This...I...should be back within two days."

"Don't lie to yourself." Mi Congcong poked Jiang's heart coldly, and said ruthlessly, "If he doesn't come back, we won't come back. If he doesn't come back, we'll save a meal!"

Milan Lan stared in disbelief: "Mi Congcong, do you know what you're talking about? That's our father, aren't you afraid of thunder when you say that?"

Compared to Mi Congcong, Mi Zhian loves Mi Lanlan so much, that's why Mi Zhian's reaction is so big.

Jiang also seemed to be quite frightened by Mi Congcong's words, and looked at her with his mouth slightly open.

Mi Congcong didn't explain anything, got up and said calmly to Jiang Shi, "You have a good rest, don't think too much about other things."

No matter what, this is the original owner's home, and Mi Zhi'an is unreliable. Even for his own future and that newborn child, Mi Congcong plans to support this family.

Mi Congcong ate a vegetarian meal at Guo's house at noon yesterday. He was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back. He searched the kitchen but couldn't find anything to eat, so he had to go to the uncle's house.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Mrs. Ye coming out of the kitchen with a basin in his hand. Mi Congcong stepped forward with a grin: "Grandma—"

Seeing the eldest granddaughter, Ye's cold facial features softened: "Congcong is here, there are pancakes and porridge left for you in the pot, eat them quickly."

"Grandma, where are you going?" Mi Congcong asked.

"I fried two eggs for Jiang, and I'll come back as soon as I deliver it to her." She was also worried that her little granddaughter would have no milk to eat, otherwise she wouldn't care about Jiang's woman.

"Grandma, you are the best." Mi Congcong squinted and smiled, and ran into the kitchen.

Grandma is a hard-spoken and soft-hearted person who protects her weaknesses. Mi Congcong believes that grandma has a steelyard in her heart, but she just can't bear to admit that it is her son's fault.

"This girl." Mrs. Ye was very embarrassed by the words, laughed and cursed and left the yard.

Mi Congcong ate a bowl of porridge and a piece of egg pancake that Mrs. Ye had left for her, and went into the house to look for Mi Zhiqing, but Mi Zhiqing was not in the house early in the morning, so Mi Congcong had to leave the house. Uncle came out from home.

"Cong Cong... Cong Cong..."

As soon as Mi Congcong walked out of the yard, he heard a small voice calling himself.

Perhaps it was because of the many ghost encounters these days, Mi Congcong raised his heart, looked around, and found a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, handsome girl poking half of her head out from behind a carambola tree, cautiously waved to himself.

Mi Congcong was stunned for a moment, she had no impression of this little girl at all.

Mi Congcong walked towards her only after seeing fine sweat on her forehead and making sure she was alive.

"Congcong, I heard that you are sick, are you well now? You also know your father..." The little girl was worried and couldn't say anything, and looked at Mi Congcong anxiously: "My mother won't let me see You, you're not mad at me, are you?"

Mi Congcong understood immediately, and smiled: "I'm not angry."

Mi Congcong guessed that this girl should be a friend of the original owner, but after hearing what this girl said, she might be missed by that bastard Mi Zhian, right?

"I knew you wouldn't be angry with me!" The little girl was so happy that she took Mi Congcong's arm and smiled, revealing two cute little canine teeth.

"Oh, that's right." The little girl thought of something, let go of Mi Congcong's arm, and took out an egg from her bosom: "I just boiled it this morning, to nourish your body."

"I just ate the porridge and egg pancakes my grandma left for me. You can eat this." The girl herself was sallow and thin, how could Mi Congcong have the nerve to ask her to eat?

"If you don't eat, it's because I didn't come to see you, because you're angry with me!" The little girl puffed up her cheeks and looked at her.

Seeing her insistence, Mi Congcong had no choice but to peel off the egg shell in front of her, and then...then divided the egg into two halves, handed one half to her, and kept the other half for himself.

"Share the blessings, share the troubles." Mi Congcong raised an eyebrow at the little girl.

In fact, she wanted to say that she was really supportive.

Mi Congcong didn't know which meridian of the little girl was hit by his words, she was as excited as if she had been beaten with chicken blood, took half of the egg, and raised her voice uncontrollably: "Okay, we are blessed to share, and we are blessed!" It's hard to be the same!"

"Congcong, Qiaomei, what are you doing here?" Ye's voice was heard before the egg entered.

"Grandma." Mi Congcong raised the egg in his hand: "Qiaomei sent me eggs to eat."

It turns out that the girl's name is Qiaomei!

"Qiaomei, did you sneak here again behind your mother's back?" Ye's face darkened: "Our family Congcong won't be hungry, so we won't give her food anymore, you know?"

Ye's tone was very severe, but Qiaomei didn't get angry, and smiled: "I see, Grandma Ye."

　PS: Good night, okay~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)