"Yes! Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, that's what it means." Yang Fei said, "What's inconvenient about this?"

Jiang Ziqiang said: "thank you so much!"

Yang Fei said: "Which day is the funeral? You must notify me, and I will go there too."

Jiang Ziqiang said: "This? How embarrassed!"

Yang Fei said: "It should be. It's better. On the day of the funeral, if it's not a weekend, then I'll help Xiaojia take leave and take her back to her grandmother's house. How about you? You can't go back and forth and go for another trip."

Jiang Ziqiang said: "If this is possible, it would be great. Brother Yang, thank you!"

At this time, Wan Aimin came out with her luggage, and there were crystal tears hanging on Jiang Xiaojia's face. This little girl has a lot of affection with her grandfather!

Jiang Ziqiang told his wife that Yang Fei was willing to take care of Xiaojia.

Wan Aimin expressed his gratitude again, touched his daughter's head, and said, "Xiaojia, you must be obedient these two days, and go home after learning."

Yang Fei said: "Sister Wan, I'll pick her up and drop her off."

"Yang Fei, it's really trouble for you." Wan Aimin said, "The main reason is that we usually have to stay for several days in rural funerals. The child goes back too early, for fear of delaying her homework."

"I understand everything. Don't worry, go back and leave Xiaojia to me." Yang Fei said, "How many days will it take? I can send Xiaojia back."

"This is really hard to say. Then I will ask the Earth Immortal to calculate my life!"

"Okay, you can set a date and call me. Do you remember the phone number between my family and the company?"

"Remember, remember. Then we'll leave first! Yang Fei, please."

Wan Aimin hugged her daughter, kissed her face, and said, "Be good, you must be obedient!"

Jiang Xiaojia nodded and took her parents into the elevator.

Yang Fei took her home with her and saw that she was still wiping her tears, so he comforted her a few words.

Jiang Xiaojia is a sensible child. After being sad, she took out her homework to do it.

After school today, she was taken to the hospital by her father. When she met her grandfather for the last time, she had no time to do her homework.

Yang Fei accompanied her to do her homework, and suddenly remembered it and asked her if she had had dinner.

Jiang Xiaojia shook her head silently.

Yang Fei had just returned home and there was nothing to eat in the refrigerator. Fortunately, there were still a few packs of instant noodles at home, so he immediately cooked a pack for her to eat.

After eating noodles, Yang Fei said, "Are you going to sleep at your own home? Or are you sleeping in my guest room?"

Jiang Xiaojia thought for a while and shook her head: "Not good."

Yang Fei said: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiaojia said: "Brother Yang Fei, I'm afraid. I saw my grandfather dying."

Yang Fei said: "Don't be afraid. He is your grandfather. Even if he goes to another world, he will only protect you and love you. How can you feel scared?"

"But, when I think of him dead, I'm scared. Can I sleep with you? I'm very well-behaved and can't kick the quilt."

"...This?" Yang Fei was not afraid of her kicking the quilt, and said, "It's better to do this. I'll prepare the quilt for you. You can sleep with me."

"Yeah." Jiang Xiaojia fell asleep, and her upper and lower eyelids began to fight. Her long eyelashes were as green as dark as black, which made her look even whiter and whiter.

Yang Fei looked at it and thought to himself that the girl is so cute, and he must have one in the future.

He brought a quilt and slept halfway with Jiang Xiaojia alone.

Yang Fei soon fell asleep and was suddenly awakened by a scream.

I heard Jiang Xiaojia crying constantly.

Yang Fei stood up, patted her, and asked, "Xiaojia, what's wrong with you?"

"Yeah." Jiang Xiaojia closed her eyes and was just concerned about crying.

Yang Fei knew that she was having a nightmare, so he quickly woke her up.

Jiang Xiaojia cried out with a wow voice: "I dreamed of a ghost."

Yang Fei said: "Where do ghosts come from this world?"

Jiang Xiaojia said: "My grandfather! He is dead, why are he not a ghost?"

“…”

Jiang Xiaojia cried for a while, with her eyes open, and she didn't dare to sleep. Finally, she kept huddling in Yang Fei's arms and was held by him before she fell asleep.

As soon as Yang Fei lets her go to bed, she will wake up and then get into Yang Fei's bed.

After repeated twice, Yang Fei knew that the trauma in her young heart was indeed very serious, so he stopped letting her go and let her sleep beside her.

He thought to himself that Jiang Ziqiang and his wife were still careless and that such a young child should not have seen the passing of a person, even his relatives, would cause great psychological trauma to the child.

People forget most of the things they did when they were childhood, but there are always a few special things that they will remember very clearly. Jiang Xiaojia’s future life is probably inseparable from this shadow.

The next day, Yang Fei woke up very early. Before he opened his eyes, he felt Jiang Xiaojia wrapping around him like an octopus.

Her cute little face was buried in Yang Fei's arms.

Yang Fei turned his head, looked at her face, then gently raised her head, pulled out his right hand, and felt his arms numb and sore that they were no longer like his own.

He moved her hands and feet away again.

Although the little girl is light in body, she will hold her arms for a long time and her blood will not flow smoothly and her limbs will become numb.

Yang Feijing lay down for a few minutes, and when his body recovered, he got out of bed.

"Brother Yang Fei!" Jiang Xiaojia suddenly opened her eyes and said in a daze, "I'm going to get up too."

Yang Fei said in a gentle voice: "Then get up, I'll take you to school later."

"Yeah." Jiang Xiaojia responded obediently, put on her clothes, and said to the dressing mirror, "Brother Yang Fei, please help me comb my hair."

Yang Fei said: "You are so stumping me. I know a lot of skills, but I can't help girls comb their hair."

"It's very simple. Just help me comb a pair of ponytails." Jiang Xiaojia took the comb and straightened her hair first, and asked Yang Fei to use a leather hoop to help tie two ponytails.

Yang Fei sent her to school. When he saw that it was already eight o'clock in the morning, he came to the company and took Su Tong with him to attend the meeting.

The meeting was held at the White Swan Hotel, and all the outstanding private entrepreneurs in the province came.

Yang Fei looked at it and found that there must be two hundred people, which is the top 200 private enterprises.

These two hundred people almost represent the best and richest group of private entrepreneurs in Southern Province.

When Yang Fei was in school, he was used to ranking seats. At this moment, he couldn't help but think curiously that if he had to rank, he would definitely judge the hero by assets. Then the assets of the first place and the 200th place are probably very different.

So, with Yang Fei's 200 million assets in Southern Province, how many places can he rank among these 200 people?

Not only Yang Fei thought of this level, but the organizer also thought of it.

In fact, when they enter the market, everyone will issue a tag and hang it around their necks, which is equivalent to an admission permit.

A number is written on this tag, which is the seat number, which is the ranking in this meeting!

Yang Fei didn't know at first, but after sitting down and listening to the people next to him, he realized that there was such an operation. He couldn't help but pick up his tag and took a look, wanting to see how many places he ranks on the provincial private entrepreneurs.
Chapter completed!