Jiang Zhihan was unwilling to listen to the old man again, and just took advantage of the elders to talk to the old man, and quickly stayed away.

As soon as he wanted to find a place to sit down, there was a little bit running to hold his leg.

"One by one, start your hand!"

The sound not far away was obviously a little panicked.

Jiang Zhihan looked down at the small or small legs, the voice was indifferent: "Who are you?"

The child looked up at him for a while before returning: "One by one, my name is one, my uncle ... um ... the little uncle's new year is good."

Children's voice is clear, quite polite and very pleasing.

Before Jiang Zhihan had time to ask which child he was, a woman with a strong makeup came forward and wanted to hold the child.

"One by one, will you walk with your mother?"

The child pushed her twice, and she held Jiang Zhihan's clothes with one hand.

It can be seen that the child can't smell the smell of perfume on the woman, Jiang Zhihan led him to take two steps back:

"Who are you--"

"Ah, Mr. Jiang, my surname is Li, this is Jiang Yi, come, one by one, called Uncle Xiao."

"Uncle Xiao ... I called Uncle Little."

When the housekeeper saw the situation here, he came over to give Jiang Zhihan and solve the confusion:

"Jiang Yi is your aunt's grandson."

My aunt's grandson ... Isn't that the son of my cousin?

Jiang Zhihan remembers that his cousin died a car accident a year ago.

The woman surnamed Li in front of him must be the continuation of the cousin's marriage.

Let Jiang Yi and his cousin and aunt surname Jiang, probably do not want to lose the relationship that is easy to climb.

"One by one, fast pine uncle's clothes, you obedient ..."

It can be seen that this woman is very afraid of Jiang Zhihan and can't persuade the child.

Perhaps he felt that Jiang Yi was similar to his situation that year, and Jiang Zhihan looked at her:

"Let him follow me first, Zibo, please get something you eat for a child."

The housekeeper should do it, and by the way, she also gestured to the woman who was going to take the river, and let her leave first.

Before the woman leaves, I don't forget to tell: "I have to listen to my uncle one by one."

Jiang Zhihan sat down with a child, attracting many people's attention.

If the housekeeper stops, they will definitely come to ask.

Jiang Zhihan watched the child a biscuit, obviously did not eat dinner.

The housekeeper also held the juice and stood aside to let him eat slowly.

"Your name is Jiangyi?"

"Hmm!" The child nodded, stretched out four fingers, "I am four years old."

"How do you know I am your uncle?"

"It's my mother, my mother said, uncle, amazing!"

The child had a thumbs up.

"The mother you said, it's the one just now-"

"Not! That's aunt, my sister's mother."

The housekeeper explained: "The couple just gave birth to a daughter."

Seeing that the young master's face was wrong, the housekeeper hurriedly asked: "If you want to take the Master Jiang Yi back to the Jiang family, I think my husband will not have an opinion."

Jiang Zhihan is not available:

"Zibo picks him up several times a week after."

With the attention of the Jiang family, Jiang Yi's father and stepmother knew what to do.

The housekeeper smiled, "Mr. that Mr. must be very happy, he was still thinking about your childhood something some time ago."

After Jiang Yi drank the juice, he also made a snoring.

Seeing the two of them, they quickly covered their mouths. Black grape -like eyes watched Jiang Zhihan without blinking.

The housekeeper helped him wipe his mouth, "Master Jiang Yi likes his uncle very much?"

"Yes!" Jiang nodded, "My mother showed me a photo of my uncle! Grandma also showed me!"

"Remember to see the photos, you are really amazing."

The exaggerated child was very proud, and jumped off the chair to catch Jiang Zhihan's hand.

Even if you are avoided, you don't cry, just ask for milk and milk: "Uncle, do you accompany me to put fireworks?"

"Dad said that he can bring me fireworks today, but he is deceiving again!"

"fireworks--"

Jiang Zhihan repeated it again.

Thinking back to the eyes of Song Qingyou when talking about fireworks.

If she squeakes without coma, she may bring a cat and let the fireworks together?

The housekeeper thought that Jiang Zhihan's silence was embarrassing, so he persuaded: "Master Jiang, there is no ..."

"Cough." Jiang Zhihan stood up and reached out towards Jiang, "Go, I'll take you to put on fireworks."

The housekeeper stunned: "Master?"

"I took him out, Qi Bo said to Grandpa, so don't follow it."

After speaking, don't wait for the housekeeper to respond, pull the child and go out.

Say while pressing while walking:

"Jiang Yi, I will take you to let the fireworks, but you have to listen to me, do you understand?"

Xiaojiang nodded in a row.

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11 o'clock in the evening.

Snowflakes have been floating in the sky, and the wind is getting colder.

Song Qingyou held his cat for a few hours, and he didn't see him wake up. He had to look at the New Year's Eve Party in a boring manner.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, a V letter broke out.

Jiang Zhihan: [Have you received the new year gift?]

Just ask at this time?

Song Qingyou was a little surprised, but still returned quickly:

[I received it, thank you.]

Jiang Zhihan: [Invite your voice call]

Song Qinggou: ???

Seeing this pop -up window, she only felt confused.

But think about it, anyway, it is a partner, let's speak voice calls for voice calls!

After the connection, Song Qingyou didn't speak, so he heard the words of speaking from there:

"Jiang Yi, return the phone back."

"No, uncle, I want my aunt to accompany me, let fireworks!"

I can hear that Jiang Zhihan is talking to a child.

"Where's the aunt?"

"This! This is Auntie!"

This sentence is also accompanied by the sound of poking on the phone.

Song Qinggou subconsciously glanced at his V Xin's avatar

——Prouting is her back photo.

So the aunt that the opposite child said, maybe she said she?

Didn't wait for Song Qingyou to return to God, Jiang Zhihan seemed to get back the phone.

The low voice is comparable to cello:
To be continued...