Even Wan Ziyuan was not very happy.


    He couldn''t help but speak behind the old man: "Mr. Jiang, Xiaoxing hasn''t married you yet. Will it be a little..."


    "Compared with you and aunt Xiang Chu, Xinger and I have at least been engaged."


    Jiang Yecheng interrupts Wan Ziyuan''s words without delay.


    He lifted his eyes slightly and glanced at him lightly.


    The slightly deep eye color made Wan Ziyuan feel a sudden meal in his heart.


    Well, the boy reacted quickly enough to take him as a negative example.


    Then, without waiting for Weng and his son-in-law to say anything, Jiang Yecheng suddenly took a long step and walked out of the little guy''s bedroom.


    While the backhand gently brought the door, he continued to face the two humanitarians calmly, "I don''t want her to watch you two fight here in the middle of the night, which will affect her rest."


    "In short, before the two sides solve their problems, xing''er will either live in my house or in a nursing home, so as not to be hurt by you."


    With that, the man pushed the door back with his back hand and took the little guy who had just changed his clothes and carried a small bag, even the dog rope and duck rope back to his hand.


    He tightened his palm slightly and looked back at the girl. In an instant, he turned from the slight coldness in front of Weng''s son-in-law into water tenderness.


    "Let''s go home."


    Jiang Yecheng smiled softly and gently rubbed his soft head.


    He ignored the others and led her straight to the gate.


    Seeing this, Weng and his son-in-law were not OK for a moment.


    This, this is robbing people under the nose!


    "Jiang Yecheng, you..."


    Old man Xiang was so angry that he patted the side sofa that he was about to step over and try to get Xiang Xing back.


    But looking at his baby granddaughter''s sleepy, as if she really didn''t sleep well and yawned, the old man paused and couldn''t help but stay in place again.


    From the time they got home, when he sat here with Wan Ziyuan in a silent confrontation, he actually knew that the door of his little granddaughter''s house had not been closed.


    Behind the thin crack in the door, there has always been a pair of cautious soft eyes, quietly looking at them.


    Thinking of this, the old man couldn''t help sighing in his heart.


    Oh.


    His little baby doesn''t know anything. Naturally, he will be so worried.


    He was in poor health, not even as good as him. He still ignored her rest


    "What else can I do for you, sir?"


    Seeing that old man Xiang called him, but he was dazed and didn''t speak, Jiang Yecheng couldn''t help laughing.


    His eyes immediately glanced at the antique wall clock on the wall.


    The clear meaning is to remind the people in this room that it''s getting late.


    "... Oh, where do you young people like to go? We old guys can handle our own affairs!"


    Seeing this, old man Jiang, who has been eating melons and watching the play, quickly jumped out and made a round.


    While winking in the direction of Jiang Ye City and Xiang Xing, he smiled at the son-in-law Weng whose face was as black as two pots.


    "Well, old man Jiang has the title of enthusiastic uncle of the neighborhood committee in our place. If you have any problems, just tell me directly and I''ll analyze it for you!..."


    Seeing this, Jiang Yecheng shook his head and stopped staying. He packed the little guy directly into the car.


    "Wow, will they really fight?".


    When the engine started, the little guy lay on the window and looked at the three figures in the window with a little worry.