Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back Chapter 189

  Chapter 189 Rich Second Generation

  In view of Jiang Yang's unreliability, the head teacher adjusted the matter.

   Nosebleed mother did not pursue it.

   Some of this is due to the face of Zhang Zhu's mother who just remarried.

   As for the little tiger mother.

  She remembered meeting Zhang Zhu last time when she bought "Murder on the Orient Express" at the bookstore opposite the school.

   It was almost time for get out of class to end, so they separated.

  Mother Xiaohu led Xiaohu to the front, feeling relieved. When she received the call, mother Xiaohu was chatting with her roller skating mother. She was shocked when she heard that Xiaohu had beaten her.

  Fortunately, the classmate's mother is a nice person, she didn't pursue it, and told the nosebleed boy to shut up, don't be like his father. Then, the nosebleed mother began to gossip, "Zhang Zhu's mother remarried and has a new father. Seeing that the son is handsome, I guess the father is also handsome. You say—" Due to Zhang Zhu's presence, she left a look in her eyes that was still unsatisfactory yes, this is really—

  She has nothing to say.

   They passed the traffic light, the bus came, and Xiaohu's mother was just about to pull Xiaohu into the bus, but Xiaohu stopped.

  He pointed to the bookstore.

  Xiaohu's mother looked surprised. Her son is a person who gets dizzy after reading, so he even thinks about going to a bookstore?

  She happily dragged Xiaohu into the bookstore, not caring about the difficulty of waiting for the bus, it would be crowded after school, "Tell mom, what book do you want to read?"

  Xiaohu thought for a while: "Miracle Boy."

  Xiaohu's mother had never heard of this book, maybe Xiaohu heard about it from her classmates, but after she asked the clerk, the clerk searched for it, but there was no such book. Xiaohu's mother saw that Xiaohu was a little lost, so she took out her mobile phone to search, but she still couldn't find it.

The clerk looked at them and thought for a while: "A children's book was just put on the shelves today, Teacher Jiang Yang's new work "The Little Prince". number one on the bestseller list."

  The reason why it is twelve weeks is because this book is still working hard.

  Mother Xiaohu didn't listen to the latter boasting, so she only listened to a name.

  Mr. Jiang Yang.

  She remembers this name very firmly, not only because this name is the author of "Murder on the Orient Express", but also because his writing style is also a bridge of friendship between her and her roller skating mother, giving her a kind of tree hole outside of her family and children.

  At the same time, Xiaohu finally got a place among the children in the community.

  She never thought that one day, she would be cured by a mystery novel, but friendship is so strange sometimes, an inadvertent writing makes a swamp-like life a hard soil.

  So although it is not a reasoning story, but thinking that fairy tale books can be read to Xiaohu, she asked the clerk to take two.

  She patted Xiaohu's head, "Mom will find this book for you when I get back, okay?"

  Xiaohu nodded.

  Xiaohu was not disappointed, he just felt that since there is a way to become cool in the book, it is certain that it will not be easy to buy.

   "What kind of messed up stepdad."

  Jiang Yang led Zhang Zhu to the bus stop, "Aren't you afraid that it will spread throughout the school tomorrow?"

  Zhang Zhu is not afraid.

  If she wants a sister-in-law who is the Great Demon King, "I will wake up laughing in my dreams."

   "Dream less."

  In this world, apart from his relatives, Li Qingning can only love him, and only him.

"elder brother."

  Zhang Zhu stood still.

  Jiang Yang looked back at her, "Huh?"

  She said: "I really envy you, there is someone who loves you wholeheartedly."

She used to have everything, and she never thought about it, but in a blink of an eye, when everything was gone, she was walking on the street and saw other parents walking, playing, and eating with their children. Love feels so good.

Very good.

   That's great.

  She suddenly cried.

  Just now in the office, seeing that Xiaohu and her classmates are protected by their mothers, she suddenly felt like an orphan.

   "Brother, I have no home, no more."

   That photo of her shopping at the mall will never come back.

  Jiang Yang walked over and touched her head.

  He originally wanted to say that she was just at a sensitive age. When he was as young as her, if his parents ignored him and his friends alienated him, he would feel very lonely, and then imagined a youthful and sad literature for himself.

  His writing was not good at that time.

   Otherwise, now is the next Guo Xiaosi.

  At Zhang Zhu's age, many people resonate with these things, which is why many of her classmates like to read this kind of book.

   But all this will pass, just endure it, endure it.

  Time numbs everything.

  Life is like a blunt knife. It cuts something without knowing it. Only sensitive children feel the pain. Adults don't notice it at all, and they are good at forgetting.

"Thinking about the good, your parents' house is gone, and your family has become three. If your mother marries a rich man someday, you will be the rich second generation; if your father marries a rich woman, you will also be the rich second generation." In other words, your probability of being a rich second generation has changed from zero to infinitely high. You have to think about another one for your grandpa—"

"ah!"

   Zhang Zhu convinced Jiang Yang, "How did Sister Ning marry you!"

  Thanks to her eating his and Sister Ning's dog food on Twitter, this dog food is poisonous in terms of comforting emotional intelligence.

Jiang Yang: "I'm serious. Go back and give your parents some advice. Don't dwell on the past, but look forward in due course. Let them focus on this goal, so that your chances of becoming a rich second generation are still high." Improve again."

   Zhang Zhu didn't even want to wipe away the tears, he just wanted to give Jiang Yang a kick, "Why don't you use it yourself."

"I?"

  Jiang Yang smiled disdainfully, straightened his clothes, "I married your sister Ning, and now I am a rich generation."

  Zhang Zhu has nothing to say.

  This rich generation is really arrogant.

   They parted ways at the bus station, and Jiang Yang wanted to take a bus from the school to find Li Qingning. Zhang Zhu went to the opposite side to take a car, and then found that the Chinese version of "The Little Prince" was published on the advertisement posted in the bookstore.

  Her eyes lit up.

  This is a book recommended by Ke Ke.

  She rushed into the bookstore and bought a book with her pocket money.

   Having said that, since her parents divorced, her pocket money has increased. Dad gave it once, and mother gave it once. The original one has become two. Zhang Zhu couldn't help thinking of Jiang Yang's suggestion just now, and it seemed, it seemed, quite right.

   She checked after paying the bill.

   Then, she saw the author—

  Jiang Yang!

"this-"

  Zhang Zhu thought of "Murder on the Orient Express" that she hadn't finished reading since she bought it, "No way."

  Books recommended by Ke Ke—

  She once said something, saying that Ke Ke posted it on Twitter, and the excerpts from "The Little Prince" were very well written.

  Jiang Yang said there was grafting, but she said that Jiang Yang hadn't seen it and didn't understand anything—

  These words suddenly came alive from memory, lingering in her ears, making Zhang Zhu ashamed, embarrassed, and blushing.

"Depend on!"

  She is uneducated, and thousands of words can be combined into one sentence, but Jiang Yang is still Ke Ke's favorite writer.

  She didn't know what to say for a moment.

   When she walked out of the bookstore, she saw that the bus had just arrived, and Jiang Yang was queuing up among a group of students to get on the bus.

   She took it.

  She used her mobile phone to send a message: "Brother, it turns out that what you conquered sister Ning was not your appearance, but your talent."

  She watched Jiang Yang get into the car, and then there was an extra message on her phone.

   "I'm sick, obviously because of my good looks."

  (end of this chapter)

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