The Romantic CEO

Their lies were still held in their throats, but they didn't expect that Jiang's mother was on the way. Jiang Yichen took the lead in responding, and her expression on her face said, "yes, I was in a hurry that morning. I didn't pay attention."

"How old are you?" "How can you be so careless?" said Jiang's mother She sighed, and suddenly thought of another thing. She opened the door and let Miss come in and said to her, "Niannian, I told you that Yichen was naughty when she was a child."

"What's the matter?" he was interested

"When he was a child living in the courtyard, he liked to make trouble. He had to be the first one to jump down the stairs and break his leg, so people would not jump. Do you think he was stupid?"

As a child, the black history has been turned out, and Jiang Yichen's face is a little ugly.

Thinking of his hearty laughter, he held back on his face and gave Jiang Yichen a sympathetic look.

Today, Aunt Li also went back for a holiday. It didn't need such a heavy ceremony for three people to celebrate the new year. Jiang Yichen would go back to Beijing to celebrate the new year. Jiang family and his sons sat together. Jiang Muqian took the throne. The first red envelope was given to Jiang Yichen. He was the direct grandson of Changfang. He was excellent in all aspects. Although the old man didn't say anything, he still recognized the grandson in his heart 。

The house was cleaned up by Jiang's mother. There were the freshest flowers in the vase. The Chlorophytum was lush and lush. Thinking about going to the kitchen to work, Mrs. Jiang couldn't cook, so she chose dishes in the living room. Looking at Jiang Yichen sitting on the sofa, she said, "son, go and paste up the Spring Festival couplets."

Mr. Jiang is the one who calls the wind and rain in the company. He is the only one who instructs others. Now when he comes home, he is called back and forth by his mother. He stands up and takes the Spring Festival couplets on the table: "is this the only one?"

In the past, when Lao Jiang was here, he wrote Spring Festival couplets by himself. He had a good brush. Jiang Yichen was not as good as his father, so he would not make a fool of himself. He took the couplets made by the company to paste them.

Jiang's mother looked at him and said, "Yi Chen, your legs are not convenient. Make do with it. You are the only man at home."

Jiang Yichen thought what else I could say. He looked back and said, "Mom, I'm ok."

"Stick up Spring Festival couplets and come back to help me choose dishes."

The fish was killed one day in advance and sent to me. I wiped it inside and outside with ginger slices several times to get rid of the fishy smell. I prepared to make a braised fish. Naturally, I want to eat fish for the Chinese New Year.

In the dining room outside the kitchen, Mrs. Jiang chose the dishes and looked at the busy back of the kitchen. She lowered her voice and said to Jiang Yichen, "did you drink the tea you gave you last time?"

"Yes."

"Did it work?"

Jiang Yichen looked serious: "you have to ask about it."

Jiang's mother looked at the busy thoughts in the kitchen and exclaimed, "Niannian is really virtuous. Last time I told her that I had rheumatism and leg pain, she went to the old doctor Zhang and bought me a plaster

Jiang Yichen didn't speak. She looked at her mother's eyes. After a pause, she said in a low voice: "very good."

This year's new year, because of the consideration, the family has become particularly lively. In the past, it was mother Jiang and Yi Chen who had a quiet meal. Neither of them was good at cooking. Aunt Li would prepare the food before she went home. Once they were hot, they would be OK. After eating, they began to watch the boring Spring Festival Gala.

On the dining table, I have poured the happy water of fat house into the cups for everyone. I raised my glass: "happy new year."

Jiang's mother smiles happily. She always wanted a girl in her early years, but she didn't succeed. In her heart, she married and cared about what Jiang Yichen had done. What a good girl she was. The more she saw it, the more she liked it.

"It's really hard to cook such a big table. After dinner, son, you wash the dishes." After admiring and thinking about it, mother Jiang began to give orders to her son.

Jiang Yichen was happy. A basin of cold water poured down. He took a sip of coke and hummed, "Mom, I haven't started eating this meal yet."

"Say hello first, so that you don't have to spread your hands and go after dinner."

"I see." Naturally, Jiang Yichen did not dare to resist.

There are not so many rules in the Jiang family, and they don't care when they eat. Mother Jiang and miss talk about each other. From the practice of fish, they always talk about how useful the plaster they bought for her. It seems that there are endless words to say.

Jiang Yichen put down his bowl: "are you two still eating?"

Jiang's mother looked at her son gently and kindly with a smile: "let you wash a bowl, you have such a big temper?"

Up to now, after countless hardships in life, an Qianhui is still a positive and optimistic person. She is always young. She has been loved at home since childhood. She is a little princess. After she married Jiang Qingyuan, she is spoiled by her husband. Lao Jiang is gentle and considerate. Now that she is old, her children and daughter-in-law are not filial to her. If she has another grandson or granddaughter, that life will be It's perfect.

After dinner, he took care of it and gave it to him with a smile

Jiang Yichen also looked at her with a smile: "you also work hard."

Thinking of being in a good mood, he made a cup of tea for Jiang's mother and took it to the living room: "Mom, you have tea."Mother Jiang quickly took over: "Niannian, don't be busy, sit down quickly!"

She took out a big red bag and handed it to her caring hand: "Niannian, here you are. Your first year to celebrate the new year in our family, mom is really happy. The manager of the family has a little atmosphere. In the past, I and I were alone. "

He took a step back and waved his hand: "Mom, I can't take this one."

Jiang's mother pulled her hand: "what can't be asked for? You are my daughter-in-law, that's my daughter-in-law. What's wrong with giving you a red envelope?" She would like to take care of her life and death: "not much money, just be a mother."

"Mom..."

"Take it, take it." "If you don't take it, I'll be angry."

Jiang's mother is a retired member of the Municipal Bureau of culture. She has a pension and can basically support herself without asking her son for money.

I'm very sorry to think about it, but Jiang's mother strongly demanded that she had no choice but to take it.

While doing the dishes, Jiang Yichen felt that she was not as good as the cabbage. She had to stand and wash her leg when she was injured. These two women are really heartless.

When he came out after washing the dishes, mother Jiang said to him, "Yichen, come here, let's play cards."

Jiang Yichen's face did not have too much joyful expression, light way: "hit how much money?"

"I'll have a dollar with Niannian, you are!" Jiang's mother thought for a while and said, "you can do it for 100 yuan."

If the pit son, really no one can compare with the river mother.

Jiang Yichen's expression instantly congeals, refuses: "does not come!"

"Don't be so stingy, son, and don't be self-confident. Maybe you'll always win?"

Jiang Yichen: This is not a matter of being petty or stingy. OK, you two unite to pit me and I refuse to be scolded as stingy and not confident. What about the law of heaven?

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