Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 121 Jiang Gaojian
"Jiang Gaojian! Why are you here?! Are you going on a business trip?" The colleagues of the procuratorate also just got off the plane, and they were obviously surprised when they saw Jiang Lan.

"Come pick up my sister." Jiang Lan replied concisely.

"Wow!" The two little girls looked excited.

I have long heard that there are several brothers in Jiang Gaojian's family and only one younger sister. The baby is like something, but they have never had the chance to see the real deity. They never expected to see the real one today.

Thinking of this, the two little girls slowed down.

Jiang Yimian saw Jiang Lan from a distance, shook off Su Fu's hand, and ran towards him without even taking the suitcase.

"Third Brother!" She leaped up like a cat, and jumped into his arms without missing a beat.

Jiang Lan caught her steadily, her pale lips curled up slightly, and a faint smile was like a flash in the pan, fleeting.

Even so, the two little girls next to him looked straight at him.

God!

Jiang Gaojian actually smiled...

"Hey, do you see?" One of the girls shook the other girl's arm vigorously, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"I saw it too!"

They have been assistant prosecutors for some time, but they have never seen Jiang Gaojian smile.

They even discussed in private whether Jiang Gaojian couldn't laugh at all, but it turned out that he just couldn't smile at them.

Jiang Lan didn't know that she was being raped by someone, so she rubbed Jiang Yimian's head and put her back on the ground.

"What's the rush, you're sweating profusely from running." Jiang Lan took out a handkerchief to help her wipe off the sweat, and the eyes of the two young colleagues glistened.

They really want a brother like Jiang Gaojian!

It's OK to be a boyfriend if you can't be an older brother!
Jiang Yimian noticed the little eyes of the two girls next to her with sharp eyes, and felt so proud.

The charm of her third brother is getting bigger and bigger.

Jiang Lan is different from Feng Beiting's "wild type". He belongs to the "domestic type" and walks in a high-cold style of abstinence.

It's obviously the same prosecutor's uniform as the others, but it looks extraordinarily good-looking on him.

Jiang Lan has been nicknamed "Brother Jing" since she was a child, because Jiang Lan has three "jing", clean, quiet, and photogenic!
He has a cleanliness habit, and there should be no visible dust on his shoes.

He is not very talkative, and he never participates in topics other than work.

He is very good-looking, and has the title of "Flower of the Procuratorate's Gaoling".

Jiang Lan's handsomeness is not supported by a single face, what is more charming is his temperament.

He stood there with no expression on his face, but like a pine and a bamboo, he was noble and elegant.

Probably the only people who can bring him down from the altar are his family.

Especially Jiang Yimian.

At this moment, Jiang Gaojian was working hard to wipe his sister's sweat, and Jiang Gaojian's eyes were rarely full of soft light.

Su Fu pushed his and Jiang Yimian's suitcases and walked over. When he saw Jiang Lan, he lowered the brim of his hat indistinctly, and even lowered his voice deliberately, "Put your luggage here, I'll go first."

"Goodbye." Jiang Yimian waved to her.

Su Fu didn't look back, just raised his hand and raised his hand towards her.

Jiang Lan had a panoramic view of this scene, and asked Jiang Yimian, "Xiao Mian, is that your friend?"

Why didn't you introduce them to each other?
"...It doesn't count, it's just that we talked more speculatively on the way back."

Taking a deep look at Su Fu's back, Jiang Lan retracted her gaze indiscriminately, walked out with her arms around Jiang Yimian's shoulders, "Let's go, my aunt has already cooked dinner at home."

"Ah."

"How's your stay in Los Angeles?"

"It's pretty good." Except that I met an affectionate pervert.

"That's good……"

Touching her head, Jiang Lan was thoughtful.

The girl who got off the plane with Xiao Mian just now, Xiao Mian said that she was not familiar with the other party, but she was so relieved to leave her luggage with him, it was not like what she would do.

But her state...

Looking down at his sister, Jiang Lan saw that she was radiant and radiant, walking with steps that her relatives did not recognize, and humming a frenzied little song. It really didn't look like something happened, probably because he was thinking too much.

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On the way back, Jiang Lan was driving, and Jiang Yimian was sitting in the co-pilot playing with her mobile phone.

In fact, she wasn't checking the news or watching videos, she was checking the messages and call records between her and Feng Beiting.

For example, she deleted all their text messages on his birthday.

The car drove into the community, Jiang Lan saw that Jiang Yimian was still staring at the phone with a bitter face, and couldn't help but said, "What's wrong? The expression is so hideous?"

"Is there?" She quickly touched her face.

"Ah."

"Probably because of the closeness to the hometown." Miss Jiang said nonsense in a serious manner.

Glancing at the scenery outside the window from the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but sigh softly, "I'm finally home..."

The community where Jiang's family lived was first developed by the Lian Group. It has been around for many years. It covers a small area and has no high-rise buildings. It is all detached villas.

The old man of the Jiang family lived in the compound when he was young, but later they moved here because of the increasing number of people in the family.

The car drove past the lake, bringing up a group of golden fallen leaves, and the fallen leaves chased the car for a long distance, and finally they stopped when they had no strength left.

The hedges, flowers and plants along the way are neat and elegant, but the style of the painting suddenly changes when you reach the front of Jiang's villa.

In front of other people’s houses, there are green plants uniformly planned by the property. The surrounding lawns are very neat, and the leaves are slender, as if they have been combed. When the wind blows, they undulate and sway like blue waves.

But the Jiang family is not.

There is a hodgepodge of plants in front of their house.

There is a wintersweet tree on the left side of the villa, the trunk is as thick as the mouth of a soup bowl, and it is planted on a brick flower bed.

The flower center of this wintersweet is purple-brown, and it is a famous species, "sandalwood heart and chime mouth".

The flowering period is in mid-November every year, and there are flowers on every branch, and there is no empty branch.

And it grows very densely, one next to the other, squeezed into a bunch.

Wintersweet is not in bloom at this time, but the sweet-scented osmanthus on the right is blooming, with thick leaves and beautiful petals.

Jiang Yimian remembered that when she was a child, Jiang Mo often climbed the tree to shake the sweet-scented osmanthus, she carried a small basket to pick it up under the tree, and when she picked it up, she carried it into the house like a treasure, and grandma would use it to make glutinous rice balls for them at night.

There are also Sophora japonica behind the house. In March and April, Sophora japonica is in full bloom, like a heavy snowfall, the white is dazzling.

There are many flowers in front of the window, which are not expensive, but they are very energetic.

The wind shakes the petals, Shanshan is lovely.

The walls are covered with ivy, and the autumn is very strong...

Standing in front of the house, Jiang Yimian only stepped on the steps with one foot, when she saw a chubby figure running out of the room.

The naked eye can see that the exposed skin is all flesh, as if a thick layer of silent snow fell at night.

"Auntie!" Jiang Yimian ran up the steps in two steps, and jumped into the person's arms with a "duang".

Yan Mei hugged her and couldn't help but slapped her on the back of the head, "Stinky girl! You know how to come back!"

The curls on her head fluttered slightly as she spoke.

Jiang Lan parked the car and walked over, "Auntie, it's cold outside, let's go in and talk."

"Go, go, go, let's go into the house and talk." Yan Mei dragged Jiang Yimian into the villa, talking incessantly.

For a while it is said that her clothes are thin, and for a while it is said that she has become thinner.

When passing through the entrance, Miss Jiang turned her head and glanced in the mirror. Looking at her fleshy face, she deeply realized "there is a kind of thinness that makes your aunt think you are thinner".

Jiang Lan walked behind her, straightened the swaying shoes she had left in the hallway, and put them together with her own in the shoe cabinet.

He squeezed the hand sanitizer to disinfect before walking into the living room.

Only he, Yan Mei and the servants were at home, the others had gone to work and were not at home.

In the previous stage, Jiang Su and Yuan Qiong were temporarily transferred to City S. Originally, Jiang Yimian planned to fly there directly to find them, but Yuan Qiong just received a case and was temporarily "locked into a small dark room" due to confidentiality work. Jiang Su was also there. She flew to City H for inspection this morning, so she flew back to City A directly.

"Auntie, you don't even know. I miss your cooking when I'm abroad. I dreamed of drooling several times." Jiang Yimian's mouth was as sweet as if it had been smeared with honey.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly, eat more." Yan Mei tried her best to pick up vegetables in her bowl, and after a while, her bowl was piled up like a small hill.

"Uh-huh."

"Knowing that you came back, I specially asked someone to buy cherries. They are big and sweet. Are you too busy abroad to buy them yourself?"

"Ah...isn't it..."

Miss Jiang has a guilty conscience, so she can only cover it up with her mouth.

She did not buy one once, but it was not because she was busy, but because someone provided it ready-made.

After dinner, Jiang Yimian went upstairs to relieve jet lag.

After taking a shower, Miss Jiang looked at "a mess", and picked up two books and a drift bottle from it.

The novel was placed in a separate shelf on the bookshelf, and the bottle was placed on the bedside table.

She was lying on the bed staring at the bottle in a daze, and the scene of Feng Beiting accompanying her picking up shells on the beach suddenly came to mind.

do not know……

what is he doing now?
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