Sick, he's the best

Chapter 45 Grandpa, has life always been painful, or is it just childhood?

He Jing even began to have difficulty breathing.

Something worse than an animal?
Jiang Mingrou pulled the corners of her lips coldly, a bloodthirsty look flashed across her eyes, her hands tightened so tightly that He Jing couldn't breathe freely.

"He Jing, as a mother, you are not worthy." Jiang Mingrou's eyes gradually became colder and colder.

Jiang Mingrou's voice was too cold, those pitch-black pupils were too indifferent, as if there was no warmth at all, He Jing's whole body was stiff, and the deterrent force made her stare at Jiang Mingrou without saying a word .

Jiang Mingrou snorted coldly, threw He Jing away, turned and walked out, she glanced at the servants of the third room lightly, and said, "If Mrs. He escapes, you don't even want to live."

The servant knelt down on the ground in fear and hurriedly said: "Yes, Patriarch."

Jiang Mingrou led Jiang Nan out of the third room. Jiang Shu's body was carried into He Jing's room, and then the door was locked. The servants did not dare to look at his wife's face, and lowered their heads tremblingly to follow Jiang Mingrou's instructions. Make arrangements to do it.

The dead body was thrown into He Jing's room just like that. Jiang Mingrou walked under the corner, and He Jing's hoarse roar could be heard behind him.

"Jiang Mingrou!!"

Jiang Mingrou's expression did not change at all.

When the Jiang family heard that He Jing was imprisoned by Jiang Mingrou with a dead body, they were all shocked, and there was a huge wave in their hearts.

Knowing that his wife was being abused by that monster, Jiang Yi's face changed slightly, he was furious, and went directly to Jiang Mingrou angrily.

At this time, Mr. Jiang also knew what Jiang Mingrou was doing, so he asked Uncle Jiang to summon Jiang Mingrou.

Jiang Mingrou was wearing a black suit, which added a bit of power and coldness to her face. She came to the old man's door and stood still. Jiang Mingrou waved Jiang Nan to retreat. She raised her hand, her face changed slightly, and she was not afraid of danger. Knocked on the old man's door.

Uncle Jiang opened the door.

Uncle Jiang smiled kindly at Jiang Mingrou: "Patriarch, here we come."

"Please come inside, the old man is waiting."

"Uncle Jiang." Jiang Mingrou called Uncle Jiang politely.

Uncle Jiang let out an "hey" and led her into the house.

Uncle Jiang has an elegant face and is amiable. He is still wearing the gray gown of the Republic of China period, and he looks like a teacher.

Jiang Mingrou walked through a garden and a winding corridor. The corridor is a corridor connecting the buildings and surrounding the patio, with a saddle-shaped top.

With rockery mountains and fake waters, the breeze blows by, and the chanterelle sings softly to the sound of the wind, and the dew rolls back and forth on the lotus leaves like a jade plate.Looking into the distance, the lotus flowers in the eyes are smiling faintly, and the sound of the wind is like water, telling the antique, poetic and picturesque ancient rhyme.

The garden is full of spring scenery.

Jiang Mingrou looked away lightly, and followed Uncle Jiang. They stopped outside a building.

"Girl, go in, don't be afraid." Uncle Jiang reached out and patted her shoulder, looking at her lovingly.

Jiang Mingrou's eyes were slightly astringent, she pursed her lips and smiled, then opened the door and walked in.

Everyone knows that she, Jiang Mingrou, is the incarnation of the devil, and Gudao of the Evil Ghost will bow down for her, but she has an uncontrollable weakness that no one can spy on.

She was only a girl in her early twenties.

Not long after he became an adult, he accepted such a big group and such a big family.

she……

There will be times of fear.

"Grandpa." Jiang Mingrou called out to the old man in the main seat who was pouring tea.

Mr. Jiang didn't even look up, he just waved her over.

In front of the old man, there is a set of purple clay teapots. This purple clay teapot was also made by ceramic master Gu Jingzhou in 1948. It is printed with Wu Hufan's calligraphy prints and Jiang Han's bamboo carvings. It was auctioned at BJ's rectangular China Guardian Auction in May 2010. Offered a price of $5 million.

The old man usually drinks tea when he has nothing to do, so as to cultivate himself.

Jiang Mingrou went to the inner room and changed into a tea dress. The light color also made her waist very thin and soft.

She sat cross-legged in front of the old man, staring at the old man's hands with her beautiful eyes, without making a sound.

The old man put a teacup in front of Jiang Mingrou, and filled her with the tea he made himself: "This tea is slightly bitter, which will make your tongue feel astringent, but the closer it is to the back, the sweeter it is, and it will emit a faint fragrance."

Jiang Mingrou picked it up and took a sip, her eyelashes trembling, she put down the cup and said, "Grandpa, is life always painful, or is it just like childhood?"

"All happy families are alike, but every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."

"If you look at the Middle East, Africa, Central America, South Asia and other regions, each has its own misfortunes. Now we live in an era without wars."

"We should thank the Communist Party."

"Mingrou." Mr. Jiang called Jiang Mingrou earnestly, and sighed slightly:

"Grandpa knows that you are suffering, but you still have grandpa, don't you?"

"I shut her up with the corpse for three days. Grandpa blames me?" Jiang Mingrou squeezed the teacup tightly, trembling in her heart.

She, referring to He Jing, she didn't even want to call her mother, just call her mom.

Unless she was in front of others, she would never call her mother.

"A relationship, whether it is friendship or family relationship, love, if you feel tired, there is no need to continue."

Mr. Jiang shook his head with a smile, and snorted faintly: "This has changed my temper back then. If I didn't shoot her, I was already doing her a favour!"

"Even if you tie her up and sleep with the corpse for ten days and ten nights, grandpa won't blink."

Jiang Mingrou suddenly laughed.

"Is that possible?"

In ten days and ten nights, the insects can crawl all over the body.

"Girl, how people deal with it is your own business now."

"But you have to remember that Grandpa has always told you not to get blood on your hands."

If a person's life is at stake, then what they are facing is the test of the national law.

"If the law is the bottom line, then this person is a scum, and there is basically no way to save him."

Jiang Mingrou nodded: "The granddaughter always remembers, and dare not forget."

She wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

What's more, when a person dies, it is relief, not punishment.

Uncle Jiang walked in and said, "Old man, Sanfang is here."

Jiang Mingrou's father broke in from the outside.

"Jiang Mingrou! You are an unfilial son! You have a vicious heart! How could you treat your mother like this!!"

"You wolf-hearted thing!" Jiang Yi strode in angrily, pointed at Jiang Mingrou and began to curse!
Jiang Mingrou raised her eyes lightly, and said to the servant next to her, "If you dare to offend the Patriarch, you will be given twenty slaps!"

The servant's eyes widened immediately, and he looked at the old man with some embarrassment. After all, this is the old man's son and the father of the owner.

Mr. Jiang drank his tea pretending to be deaf and dumb, as if he couldn't see.

　Jiang Mingrou was probably the luckiest in her life to have an old man protecting her, guiding her, and educating her

　　
　
(End of this chapter)