Her Sniper

This sentence completely ignited Mrs. Jiang's anger.

She stood up angrily, pointed to Jiang Binbin's nose and scolded, "even you said me?"

"Ma..."

"I raised you in your twenties. Do you think I'm not good enough? OK, who do you think is big enough? You should know who is a mother! I'm not your mother in the future. Don't call me! "

Jiang Binbin didn't expect that her mother would be so angry, but now she is in a rage. What she continues to say will only increase her anger. After thinking about it, he still decides to be silent.

Mrs. Jiang cried bitterly: "who am I aiming at Wen Shi for? It's not for you and the late brothers and sisters? Your grandmother and your father's heart is partial! They all like your elder brother, but you are the only son of the Jiang family. Only you are qualified to inherit the property of the Jiang family. Jiang Mochen is a wild seed picked up from outside! If it wasn't for him, how could I aim at Wen's poems everywhere? It's good for you. I'm all for you. Now you blame me? You, like your heartless father, are all unfamiliar white eyed wolves

Jiang Binbin frowned and explained helplessly: "Mom, elder brother has made his stand more than once. He won't want the property of the Jiang family. What's more, he has his own industry. In a few years, he may be bigger than the Jiang family. He won't fight for it. "

"You know that again?" Mrs. Jiang wiped a tear with the back of her hand. "Money doesn't bite. Why is he willing to give up? Besides, even if he is willing to give up, will Wen Shishi? "

"Miss Wen is not that kind of person."

Mrs. Jiang sneered: "she is that kind of person! She instigated the divorce of master Wen and Mrs. Wen. She just wanted to inherit the Wen family? Compared with our family, the Wen family is not as good as an ant. She even refuses to give up the Wen family. How can she give up the big cake of the Jiang family? This woman is really a reincarnation of fox spirit. Mrs. Wen is right. I should have been on guard against her for a long time, so that neither of you will be confused by her! "

Mrs. Jiang's attitude is too firm for anyone to persuade.

Jiang Binbin is aware of this and doesn't argue with her anymore.

Mother and son have different understandings. Besides, there are endless arguments. After all, it's his mother who gave birth to him and raised him. Jiang Binbin doesn't want to make her too angry.

"Well, mom, I'm not right. I don't have a brain to talk. Don't you want a lunch break at noon? I'll take you back to your bedroom. "

Mrs. Jiang's face looked better after hearing this, but she changed her normal state and didn't mean to take a nap at all: "I'm not going to take a nap today. I'm going out."

"Go out? To see Mrs. Wen? "

Mrs. Jiang gave him a white look: "you care who I go out to see?"

Jiang Binbin raised his hands to make a surrender, "I don't care, but mom, still want to keep a little vigilance to that Mrs. Wen. It doesn't matter if she wants money. Now I'm afraid she still has other thoughts."

Mrs. Jiang disagreed: "don't think too bad about people. She is a poor woman abandoned by her husband now. I just want to comfort her."

Jiang Binbin nodded helplessly, retreated and went straight to Mrs. Jiang's Buddhist hall.

The Buddhist hall is located in a very secluded corner of the backyard, close to the garage.

When Jiang Binbin arrived, he heard the sound of the car driving out - it should be that Mrs. Jiang had already gone out.

His steps faltered and he stepped into the Buddhist hall.

The smell of sandalwood is coming.

Wu Ma was the first to find him and called "second young master" respectfully.

"Well," Jiang Binbin said, "is grandma resting?"

"I've just finished lunch. I'm reciting Sutras in the Buddhist hall. I'll have a rest after I've finished eating. Is the second young master looking for the old lady? "

Jiang Binbin said, "I have something to ask my grandmother."

"Well, I'll go and tell the old lady. Please wait here first."

Jiang Binbin finds a seat in the outer hall. Although Mrs. Jiang is his grandmother, he seldom comes here.

First, Mrs. Jiang is not very warm to him. He is not very familiar with this grandmother. Second, Mrs. Jiang is not in good health and likes to be quiet. Therefore, if it's OK, he doesn't want to disturb the old people too much.

On the wall is a photo with a certain sense of age. It's Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Moshen. At that time, Jiang Moshen's body looks just four or five years old, standing there with his head down. There is no record of his face in the photo.

"Here comes Binbin?"

Wu Ma helped Mrs. Jiang out slowly.

Jiang Binbin quickly went up to help, "grandma, I've come to see you."

Old Mrs. Jiang was supported by two people and sat down on the sofa slowly. She breathed out a deep breath. Her tone was still very loving: "dear, grandma, you are a good child."

"Grandma, did you take this picture when my elder brother just came to our house?"

Mrs. Jiang was a little surprised: "this picture has been hanging for more than 20 years. Did you see it?"Jiang Binbin scratched his head: "I didn't pay attention to it before. Since I can remember, my elder brother has been on his own. It turns out that he was so shy when he was a child."

"What shyness? In his heart, there is no shyness."

"That's Because of the scar on the face, inferiority

"Of course not," said Mrs. Jiang. "The scar on his face doesn't hurt him at all. He has a scar in his heart, so he prefers to close himself up and hide in a corner where no one else can see. When I took this picture, it was his first birthday after he came to our house. I wanted to celebrate it for him, but he didn't want to. It was this picture that I persuaded him for a long time before I reluctantly agreed to take it. "

Old Mrs. Jiang's eyes are curved and she smiles kindly, but she knows everything in her heart: "you come here today to ask about your elder brother, don't you?"

Jiang Binbin was exposed and laughed awkwardly: "yes, grandma, I I'm curious. "

Mrs. Jiang nodded and coughed softly: "Wu Ma, you go to the kitchen and ask someone to live in pear soup for me for one night. Today, I don't know why I have a cough."

Wu Ma also understood that the old lady was going to support her. She respectfully retreated: "yes."

When Wu Ma left the main hall, Mrs. Jiang slowly opened her mouth: "Binbin, before you ask me a question, grandma also has a word to ask you."

"Grandma, just ask."

"For whom are you here?"

Jiang Binbin repeatedly waved his hand: "it's just my curiosity. It's not my mother who asked me to come. It's really not."

Mrs. Jiang chuckled: "I know it's not your mother. She doesn't have this city. It's just Binbin, you have to remember grandma's words. Poetry is your sister-in-law, always. Do you understand what Grandma means? "

Jiang Binbin was on pins and needles when she heard what Mrs. Jiang said.