Su Qingbai was finally sent back by Jiang Mao.
He originally didn't want Jiang Mao to send him back, but Jiang Mao glanced at him sideways and said with a little grievance, "The reason why I haven't come to the door is because I have been unwilling to take care of you. Where is your home? Got it." So you don't have to hide from me where your house is
Su Qingbai pursed his lips and shrunk his neck. He was also very guilty that he couldn't give Jiang Mao a title for the time being. He didn't say anything, and obediently followed Jiang Mao into the carriage brought by Hu Hong.
From the outside, this carriage looks very crude, and looks almost the same as those ordinary carriages on the street, the only difference is that it is a little bigger than those outside.
Su Qingbai opened the curtain and went in, his eyes widened immediately, it looked very simple on the outside, but there was something strange on the inside.
The car door was quite wide, when Jiang Mao passed by him, he suddenly stretched out his hand to catch him, Su Qingbai suddenly fell inside, and fell into Jiang Mao's arms.
Originally, Jiang Mao was thinking of finding someone to drive the car, but thinking that Jiang Mao had been assassinated not long ago, Hu Hong was worried and decided to follow Jiang Mao.
Jiang Mao agreed without much hesitation.
Lying in the carriage, Jiang Mao held Su Qingbai in his arms, and suddenly thought of something, "Let's settle your family as soon as possible, and then I will take you to see me... Mother Concubine."
His concubine mother, Concubine Lou, is the mother of his body. At this time, he was cautious when he saw Concubine Lou, for fear that the mother would find out that his son had changed. But later, he found that his worries were unnecessary. Regardless, the relationship with her only son is also very indifferent, and she pays little attention to his son's affairs. On weekdays in the Yue Palace, there is almost no sense of presence.
Jiang Mao almost forgot about this person.
Su Qingbai was nervous when he heard the words, he forgot and told Jiang Mao's mother.
Thinking about his bad reputation before, Su Qingbai was a little worried, would Jiang Mao's mother dislike him
Soon at the entrance of the village where Su Qingbai lived temporarily, Su Qingbai hurriedly called Hu Hong to stop the car, and refused to let him go any further.
"Just send it here!"
Jiang Mao glanced at him, seemed to be very talkative, nodded, and then helped Su Qingbai out of the carriage.
Sending Su Qingbo into the village, Jiang Mao followed Hu Hong for a while, until he saw Su Qingbai stopped in front of a house.
Watching Su Qingbai go in, Jiang Mao said: "It turns out that the Su family lives here. The house is not bad!"
Hu Hong who was standing on the side wanted to say, didn't you say you already knew where your wife's house was before? Why is it like the first time you come to the door now
If Hu Hong didn't say it, Jiang Mao didn't know what was going on in his heart. Jiang Mao stood firmly on the spot, took a few more glances, and firmly remembered the location of Su Qingbai's house. Then turn around and leave.
Where Jiang Mao could not hear, the people in the room saw Su Qingbai coming to the door, and hurriedly called him, "Qingbai, you were not here yesterday, I borrowed your scooter from Uncle Su, and I am going to send it back to you now." .”
Su Qingbai walked in and smiled, "Brother Su Ning, I'll take it back by myself."
Suning was a little embarrassed, but he didn't care too much about it. He grabbed a handful of extremely small fruits that he couldn't name, and then handed over the cart to him.
When I went back, the whole family was there, and the atmosphere was very heavy.
When his mother saw him wiping tears and seeing him come back well, she let him talk to his father, but his father looked at him gravely and didn't speak, almost Su Qingbai felt that his father was going to beat him up.
"Teacher, Qingbai is back, go and rest quickly." Zhang Su stood up in good time.
Seeing his family leave just like that, Su Qingbai felt a little strange, he ran away without saying hello, and didn't come back for two days after the incident. They didn't ask anything when they came back
Zhang Su patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, how can you thank me? I lied to the teacher for you, saying that you went to the town and the reason why you didn't come back was because a friend asked you for help." Who exactly did you help? How can I help, Zhang Su said standing in the main room.
"No wonder." Su Qingbai felt relieved. But even though he said this, his father still didn't say a word to him. His father probably didn't believe what Zhang Su said.
Following Su Qingbai to Su Qingbai's house, Zhang Su kept talking all the way, "However, I think your family obviously doesn't know about the friendship between you and the King of Yue." Speaking of the King of Yue, Zhang Su had a new problem, "By the way, What happened to King Yue, he really...?"
Su Qingbai thanked him, but he didn't dare to reveal any information about Jiang Mao to Zhang Su, for fear that if someone accidentally found out, Jiang Mao would be in trouble again.
Seeing Su Qingbai's calm look now, and comparing Su Qingbai's anxious look when he got the news, Zhang Su guessed, "Is King Yue dead?"
At this time, he also arrived at Su Qingbai's bedroom. As soon as he lifted his foot to enter, Su Caicai woke up when he heard the sound of footsteps.
Su Qingbai was afraid that he would fall to the ground, so he quickly picked him up.
In Su Qingbai's arms, Su Caicai was aggrieved and burst into tears, her little hands wanted to hug Su Qingbai's neck, but because her arms were too short, she only caught Su Qingbai's hair, "Father..." The father screamed extremely aggrieved.
That's right, he has never been away from Su Qingbai for such a long time, two days.
Su Qingbai hugged him, patted his back with distress, reached out to wipe away the tears on his fleshy face, "Be good, baby, don't cry, dad is back."
Then, Su Caicai clings to Su Qingbai all day long, refusing to let others hug him, insisting on Su Qingbai hugging him.