Jiang Xingzhi used to think that liking a woman is a waste of time and energy.

Love and love are all used by some people who are full and have nothing to do to pass the time.

He has his own ideals and his own career, so he will not waste his time doing such boring things.

But he experienced so much with her in his dreams.

He vaguely understood what love is.

It is more clear that the distance between likes and dislikes is.

If you don't like it, you just don't like it.

No matter how good his background is, no matter whether he meets his wife's conditions.

If you don't like it, you always don't like it.

Mr. Jiang really has no way to do this grandson who is stubborn like an old feudal man.

He glared at Jiang Xingzhi: "Xingzhi, have you ever been in a relationship?"

Without waiting for Jiang Xingzhi to respond, he said again: "You have never been in love since you were a child, are you a single dog who has never even been in love? Do you know what it means to like?"

Jiang Xingzhi glanced at his old man indifferently.

He felt that if a dream is counted for a lifetime, then the dreams he experienced will be countless lifetimes.

My master only has a lifetime experience.

He even laughed at him as a single dog.

Mr. Jiang felt that his grandson looked like a "king of contempt". Could this workaholic still think that single dogs are glorious?

He actually regained his sense of superiority?

well!

Not letting his grandson fall in love when he was in school was the last thing he regretted in his life.

Mr. Jiang looked at his grandson indescribably, feeling that his great-grandson might not be able to wait.

He endured the depression that his hair was about to fall all over the floor, and patiently continued to say to his grandson: "Okay, do you want to take advantage of this vacation to get along with Awu more?"

Jiang Xingzhi pursed his lips: "I have someone I like."

Mr. Jiang:?????

How could a workaholic like his grandson have someone he likes? What he likes is that his job is still the same.

"Okay, can you find a more reliable reason?"

Jiang Xingzhi felt that he and the old man had an insurmountable generation gap in this regard.

He didn't have to waste so much nonsense on such topics.

So he pulled the topic back: "After I divorced her, I will put her name in my father's name. Then you can hold an adoption banquet to make Yan Wu an open and honest member of our Jiang family."

Mr. Jiang felt helpless and speechless about his grandson's willful deeds.

How did my grandson come up with such a bad idea?

"After this, you don't even look down on a girl like Awu. You will die alone in the future. Then you will regret it and come to beg me."

Jiang Xingzhi ignored this and asked again: "Grandpa, where did you put our marriage book?"

Mr. Jiang sighed: "Okay, you'd better consider it again."

Jiang Xingzhi was not deceived by the old man, and he firmly insisted on his own thinking: "Grandpa, since Yan Wu has become your granddaughter of my sister, you should not do anything to her casually in the future."

Mr. Jiang did not answer this sentence.

When Jiang Xingzhi saw the expression of his old man, he instantly thought of what Song Lang said.

He stared at Mr. Jiang with vigilance and dissatisfaction.
Chapter completed!