"Sir, are you angry?"
In the car, Yan Nian, who was in the passenger seat, looked at Jiangbeiyuan eagerly.
Seeing that there was no gentle smile between his brows, I couldn't help but feel my heart pounding.
"No."
Jiang Beiyuan drove with one hand, his face tense, and his black eyes dark, like a pool of rich and dense ink.
Yan Nian smiled and patiently explained:
"He was a friend of mine in high school, but after he turned eighteen, he attended my birthday party and we never contacted each other again. Just now a drunk man wanted to molest me, but fortunately he saved me , I and him—"
"I know." Jiang Beiyuan was a little impatient.
"what do you know?"
“…”
However, Jiangbeiyuan didn't say much.
After a long while, he said firmly: "Don't mention him anymore, don't contact him, don't have anything to do with him."
"I know, I didn't plan to give him my contact information."
After Yan Nian finished speaking, he stopped talking, turned to look out the window, and pursed his lips.
He is obviously jealous, his jealousy is so obvious, and he still refuses to admit it, absolutely.
…
When he got home, Yan Nian silently went to feed Yuli in the corner.
Yu Li is almost four years old. He has been very lazy recently and has been staying at home. He doesn't know what happened.
Jiang Beiyuan glanced at Yan Nian and took Jiang Qingchi's coat. "I'm going to pick up the children from Xu Kuangjie's house. Don't go out."
"I know, I'll cook later."
"Whatever, you don't have to do it. I'll do it when you come back."
After speaking, Jiangbeiyuan left.
Arriving at the door of Xu Kuangjie's house, the first thing Jiang Beiyuan saw was Jiang Qingchi's tearful little face.
"dad!"
As if seeing a savior, Jiang Qingchi hugged one of Jiangbeiyuan's thighs and refused to let go.
Jiangbeiyuan bent down and picked up his son.
The little guy hugged Jiangbeiyuan's neck and buried him in Jiangbeiyuan's arms.
Xu Kuangjie, who was sweating profusely, threw the bottle in his hand to Jiang Beiyuan.
"Don't let me take care of your children in the future!"
"What did you do to my son?" Jiang Beiyuan hugged the baby with one hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Haha, who did this to whom? A certain brat tore my shirt, chewed up my sofa, and stole my snacks. I scolded him for a few words and then cried, and then he did something heinous to me. It’s like a thing!”
"Oh, is it so."
Jiang Beiyuan looked sideways at his son, his serious eyebrows slightly curved, with a clear arc.
"Not bad, well done."
"Jiangbeiyuan you!"
"Slightly~"
Before Xu Kuangjie finished speaking, Jiang Qingchi made a face at Xu Kuangjie and twisted his butt proudly.
Seeing Xu Kuangjie spit out three ounces of blood.
This old man and the young man are all bastards! ! !
"Go away, my surname will not be Xu when I look after your children from now on!"
With a bang, Xu Kuangjie closed the door.
He is also thirty-two, but now, he is still alone!
"Dad, he seems angry!" Jiang Qingchi looked at Jiang Beiyuan with confused eyes.
"It's okay, don't worry."
Jiangbeiyuan hugged his son and left.
While driving, I took advantage of the red light and did some quick operations with my phone.
He transferred 1 million to Xu Kuangjie across banks.
Arriving in front of his home, Jiang Beiyuan received news from Xu Kuangjie.
"That's pretty much it! Otherwise, I'll really break up our friendship with you, you know?"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan smiled, put his phone back in his pocket, and carried Jiang Qingchi into the entrance hall with one hand.
Yan Nian had finished cooking and was setting the dishes and chopsticks. He glanced at Jiang Beiyuan and said, "I'm back, let's eat!"
(End of chapter)