Mr. Gao Leng Fu is addicted to doting his wife

Chapter 164 Who are you? You really look like Sister Chengcheng
As night fell, a black commercial vehicle slowly drove out from the underground garage of the Linda Affiliated Hospital.

Pass the auto-lift bar and turn right to merge into the passing traffic.

In the back seat of the car, Jiang Song was wearing a white cotton shirt, a long black skirt, and a pair of black leather flat shoes.Qi Er's short hair was gently blown away by the night wind.

The towering buildings on both sides of the road are wrapped in a light of various lights.

Although Lincheng was already a first-tier metropolis in China more than 20 years ago, it was far less prosperous than it is now.

The black commercial vehicle slowly entered the Nancheng villa area.

Jiang Song grew up in Nancheng District and was very familiar with everything here, but the scene in front of her still felt a little strange to her.

Time can change a person, but also a city.

"Your grandparents used to live in this area. It's a two-story red brick house."

Jiang Song, who had been looking out the window all the way, suddenly spoke.

Jiang Cheng followed Jiang Song's words and looked over. There was a theme park on the corner of the street.Under the light, the facilities in that area are no longer brand new, and it can be seen that they have been there for many years.At least ten years ago, when Jiang Cheng returned to Lin City, this place already looked like this.

It's just that several major roads across the surrounding area were re-paved and widened a few years ago.

"The old city was demolished and rebuilt eighteen or nineteen years ago."

Fu Yushi's words cleared up their doubts in time.

After the black commercial vehicle passed around a circular flower bed, the five gilt characters of "Nancheng Villa District" were close at hand.

The strength that had been holding Jiang Cheng's right hand gradually increased.The palms of the hands gradually became wet.

On Mayday in Lincheng, it often takes until eight o'clock in the evening to completely get dark.

Knowing that he was going back to Jiang's house tonight, after Jiang Song recovered from his daze, the uneasiness in his heart never stopped.

After 24 years away from home, everyone experienced two annual ring changes, and Jiang Song's sense of guilt deepened step by step when he returned to the home he left behind cruelly.

In the ward of the hospital, after doing a simple wash and changing into casual clothes, accompanied by Jiang Cheng and Fu Yushi, Jiang Song embarked on the real journey home.

The car drove slowly for half an hour, moving at a constant speed in the not-so-crowded urban area, and finally stopped at the gate of Jiang's villa before nine o'clock in the evening.

Fu Yushi got off the driver's seat in a shirt and trousers, walked around the front of the car, and pulled the door from the direction next to the black iron door.

"It's here! Slow down!"

Following Fu Yushi's words, Jiang Cheng took Jiang Song's hand and slowly got off the car.

The gate of Jiang's villa uses a smart lock. Jiang Cheng stood in front of the screen and quickly identified his identity. With the sound of electronic unlocking, a gap was opened in the closed gate.

After all, the villa area in the south of the city is different from some ordinary apartment buildings. The security guards at the gate have strict checks on the people entering and leaving.

Therefore, although you don’t have to worry about sneak shots by reporters or media entertainment reporters here, you can’t stay too long.

"You go in first, I'll park the car next to you!" Fu Yu said when he looked around and found a parking space.

"Well! I'll keep the door for you!" Jiang Cheng turned around, nodded towards Fu Yushi, and pulled Jiang Song into the room quickly.

On both sides of the corridor leading from the gate to the entrance door, spring chrysanthemums of various colors, red and yellow, are in bloom.

"Your grandma likes chrysanthemums the most, and it hasn't changed at all for so many years. Your grandpa is more traditional and thinks that planting chrysanthemums is unlucky, so he often negotiated with your grandma about this matter. Your grandma has been accommodating to your grandpa since she was young, but There has never been a compromise on this matter.”

Jiang Song's gentle tone contained memories of the past, accompanied by the occasional chirping of insects in the quiet courtyard.

The dimly lit floor lamps on both sides of the courtyard cast a faint light beneath their feet.

"Grandpa is hard-spoken and soft-hearted!" Jiang Cheng said, pointing her thin white fingers in the direction of the southwest corner, "Look, Mom! In the dozen or so blue flower pots, all the black chrysanthemums in full bloom in autumn are planted. At that time, one of them was as big as a sea bowl, and it was so beautiful! Do you know who planted it?"

"It's grandpa! One year before grandpa passed away, someone brought it back from other places!"

After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, there was silence!
A drop of warm liquid tick-tock hit Jiang Cheng's slightly cool back of the hand, burning her heart achingly.

When Jiang Cheng took Jiang Song to open the door and stood at the entrance of the hall on the first floor, the people sitting on the sofa were shocked and speechless.

"Who are you? You really look like Sister Chengcheng!"

Seeing someone coming, Jiang Luochi ran over with thick legs, took Jiang Cheng's hand with one hand, raised his big furry head and blinked at Jiang Song.

Apart from the little guy, Jiang Song also looked at the chubby little face that only reached his waist with suspicious eyes.

Jiang Luochi's existence, the family has not had time to tell Jiang Song.

"Songsong! Why are you here? Are you okay?"

Jiang Feng stood up first and strode towards the door.

Jiang Feng went to the hospital once when Jiang Song first entered the hospital, and went on a business trip the next day, and he just came back this afternoon. He knew that Jiang Song's condition was improving a little bit from the phone every day, but he didn't expect to see him at home so soon. she!
"Brother, sister-in-law!" Jiang Song's eyes were slightly red.

"Oh! This is Qiuqiu, whose name is Luochi. Qiuqiu, come, call me aunt!"

Jiang Yuxin's eyes were flushed, but she quickly adjusted her mood and introduced it to Jiang Song.

Not long after Jiang Song entered the door, Jiang Yuxin asked the cleaning aunt to go back, and now they are the only family left in the hall.

"aunt!"

"Hey! Good boy! I'll hug you when my aunt gets better." Jiang Song reached out and touched Jiang Luochi's round face.

"This child looks so good! Congratulations brother and sister-in-law!"

"Stop standing here and talking, come in and sit down! Jiajia pours water for aunt. How did you come here? Are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Yuxin beckoned Jiang Song to sit on the sofa area.

"Don't be busy, I want to see Mom!" Jiang Song didn't sit down, and looked around, but Luo Mingqi was nowhere to be seen.
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The dark red solid wood door was gently pushed open without making a sound.

Standing in front of the large board desk in the study room on the first floor, with his back to the door, was a thin figure, slightly bent over, with his right hand lightly drawing on the operation panel.

Jiang Song's forward steps were slightly stagnant, and the tears that he had endured all the way could not stop falling.

"mom!"

As the sound stopped, the pencil in Luo Mingqi's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The black and shiny hair in memory was shining with silver under the light.

More than 20 years have passed, even if the maintenance is good, in Jiang Song's eyes, Luo Mingqi is already much older.

"Mom, I'm back! Do you still want me?"

Jiang Song reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his tone carried the coquettishness he used to in front of Luo Mingqi many years ago.

Before Luo Mingqi could reply, Jiang Song stepped forward and hugged the person in front of him.

(End of this chapter)