Wan Mei was a little embarrassed: "Sister, you know, Xiao Jing is a child who is playful and doesn't care about studying, and his grades are definitely not as good as Wanwan. Let's go upstairs first, and dad, brother and sister-in-law are waiting in the house."

"Oh, OK."

The aunt greeted Zhao Yuanjing, "Xiao Jing, why are you doing it while standing upstairs? Alas, why is this child still so introverted? Let's forget about the girl's temperament. In the future, boys will not be able to make it like this!"

Zhao Yuanjing listened to English with headphones stuffed in one ear, and looked down at the electronic version of advanced mathematics on his phone.

He had already read the physics books in high school and thought it was not difficult enough. Instead of listening to these two women talking nonsense, it would be better to read something interesting.

So I found the contents of the university.

Sure enough, the university courses are much more profound.

Zhao Yuanjing was a little fascinated by the sight. He went to the door of the box and was pulled by Wan Mei.

"Xiao Jing, stop playing with your phone, go and say something to grandpa."

Zhao Yuanjing raised his head and saw an old man with white hair, skinny hair sitting at the round table, looking like he was in his eighties or nineties.

Somewhat confused looks.

But when he saw Zhao Yuanjing, his eyes suddenly became clear.

He stood up holding the table and said tremblingly: "Little Jing?"

Wan Mei cried suddenly: "Xiao Jing, your grandfather is dementia and is always confused. Sometimes he doesn't know anyone at home, but he just remembers you."

Zhao Yuanjing supported the old man and said gently: "Grandpa, sit down and talk."

"Hey, hey, okay."

After the old man sat down, he reached into his pocket and fumbled for a long time, took out a blue floral handkerchief bag and opened it layer by layer.

Inside is a stack of paper money.

He clicked, left two small pieces, took out the remaining few red pens and pens, and stuffed them into Zhao Yuanjing's hand: "Xiao Jing goes to buy candy and eat it, and buys a book for villain to read."

Wan Mei quickly stopped him: "Dad, keep your money yourself. Xiao Jing has grown up and will no longer eat candy or read villain's books."

The old man glared hard: "What are you doing? You are not allowed to rob Xiao Jing of money! If you want it, you want to go with your parents! How can a child not like eating candy or reading villain's books? Xiao Jing takes it!"

Wan Mei was amused and crying.

Who are her parents?

This old man is sometimes confused and sometimes awake, and now he regards her as someone else's child again.

The aunt said, "You can just take it with Xiaojing. Since childhood, the old man loves you the most. Xiaomei, don't stop me. You have the most difficult life for us brothers and sisters. You will lose money on your children on weekdays and ask them to take money, even if you buy some food or stationery?"

Wan Mei was ridiculed by her elder sister, blushed and whispered: "How much money can dad have? That little pension is not enough for those who hire a nanny. Isn't it all the elder brothers and sisters who help me."

"Nothing, I don't need that much money."

My aunt touched the huge sapphire ring on her fingers.

The two sisters are seven or eight years apart, but sitting together makes Wan Mei look at him much older.

Wan Mei's facial features and eyebrows are very beautiful, but without the nourishment of money, she looks haggard and withered.

The elder brother and sister-in-law, who had been sitting there, stood up to smooth things over now: "Dad, just sit down. Where do Xiao Jing's family want to buy candy? Do you think he is a five-year-old child?"
Chapter completed!