Drama master, right.

"You don't have to worry about her, Meng Chaojun, don't care about it. My room key is with my grandfather, so he will give it to you. In the third drawer of the room's wardrobe, there is a cowhide notebook, you can take it out and take a look."

"What is it written in a cowhide book?"

Jiang Xiao asked curiously.

Why did she specifically ask her to read that cowhide book?

"There are a few photos of me in it."

puff.

Is this a photo specifically for her to see his?

Where did she come from such a stinky and beautiful person? She thought it was something particularly important.

"What's so good about that!"

"That book is also my diary, and it gives you a chance to know me better."

journal?

He can even write a diary?

After saying this, Jiang Xiao was really curious.

However, she hadn't told him about Meng Chaojun. "Brother in the past, my uncle was sent to the hospital just now. He had a headache, dizziness, chest tightness, and a little nausea. He asked Dr. Lu to come for examination. Dr. Lu suggested sending him to the hospital."

After saying this, Meng Xinian suddenly became silent.

Jiang Xiao held the microphone, and did not urge him to speak, waiting for him.

After a moment, Meng Xinian's voice came over again, but it sounded calm and unpredictable, "Then are you left now?"

"Yes."

"It's more comfortable, right? Don't worry about anything, go upstairs. Are you not going back to school tonight?"

"Grandpa asked me to stay here on weekends," said Jiang Xiao. "Also, he insisted that I buy a lot of things, curtains, dressing tables, and floral quilts and sheets. I'm going to make a big change in your room. The things are probably coming soon, and I can't even refuse."

When Meng Xinian heard her say this, she suddenly wanted to return to the capital and return to the Meng family, which he had not set foot in for several years.

After a few years, the house once again made him feel urge to return home.

Because of her, the coldness and sharp scars in the memory suddenly became indifferent.

"The old man is smart in doing this." He said in a low voice.

Only he can instantly understand Mr. Meng’s plan.

The old man must have known that only in this way can he have the will to return home.

With Jiang Xiaoxiao at home, his room became his and her room, and that home became soft and warm again for him.

Hearing this, Jiang Xiao also realized Mr. Meng’s thoughts.

While she was amused and crying, she also felt sad for the grandparents and grandchildren.

"Then I'm really rude, go and toss your room?" She said in a playful tone.

"Xiaoxiao, are you really willing to live there?" Meng Xinian asked.

Jiang Xiao thought of Mr. Meng's words and asked back: "Do you know why grandpa always wants to guard this old house?"

"I don't know, nor do I want to know."

In the past, Old Man Meng wanted to tell him, but he was unwilling to listen.

He always thought that what the old man wanted to say was that it was the place where he had lived for many years, and he wanted to tell him which flowers were planted by her, and the pebbles trail was paved bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit.

What did he listen to those doing?

The more I listen to it, the more I feel that those are just mirrors, water and moon, passing by the passing years.

I can't catch it even if I want to.

Another woman has also been trampled on.

Jiang Xiao said: "I will write to you to tell you. But I want to stay here, is that okay?"

"...As long as you want, there is nothing wrong with it." Meng Xinian sighed.

Someone outside shouted a report.

Jiang Xiao was not used to it for a moment and was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, Meng Xinian heard it on the other end of the phone. "The guard on guard should be someone who wants to send something over. He wants to ask for instructions to let it go."
Chapter completed!