C8 Watch the show

Yin Jiaren's face dropped quite a bit as she carried her back to the river far away. She pulled over a chair and sat down, treating it as watching a good show.

"Where did you —" An Duoduo turned her head, and was about to scold this man who didn't know what was good for him, but before he could even speak, a large palm had already covered his mouth.

Zheng Zheyu, who usually held her in his hands, now only glared at her fiercely. He really wanted to stuff her in the ground and never crawl out again.

"Why didn't Young Master Jiang say anything in advance when he came to our Zheng Family?"

"If I did, how would I be able to watch such a good show?" Jiang Siming's mouth curved up, no one could tell what kind of emotion he was in, but it was filled with a fear that came from nowhere.

In the blink of an eye, a group of bodyguards in black completely surrounded the area.

"Young Master Jiang is so mighty!" Yin Jiaren sneered as she held Jiang Yuan in her arms, and gently caressed Jiang Yuan's soft, fluffy hair:

"I wonder how Young Master Jiang usually looks after his children. How many times has he lost them far, far away? The first time he was kidnapped, the second time he was pointed at and cursed at as a bastard, what about the third time? What happens the third time? "

Even though she knew Jiang Siming's identity and knew that he was someone she couldn't afford to offend, she still couldn't help but feel indignant for him when she saw the soft and silky child in her arms.

How old is he? Always experiencing this kind of thing, the child will have a psychological shadow.

Hearing that, Zheng Zheyu broke into a cold sweat, and used even more strength to cover An Duoduo's hands. He bent down to touch the corner of Jiang Siming's clothes: Young Master Jiang, this woman is related to our company — —

"Shut up." Jiang Siming said lightly. He couldn't hear any emotion from his words, but it caused Zheng Zheyu to shiver. He stood there obediently, not daring to say a single word.

His eyes were locked onto a small and a large body, and a trace of an imperceptible tenderness and doting flashed through his eyes.

But when her gaze fell on Yin Jiaren's body, it looked like a provocation, causing her to immediately glare back, with the corners of her mouth curling downwards.

"Far, hungry." Seeing his parents at a stalemate, Jiang Yuan forcefully pulled on Yin Jiaren's long hair and rolled his little head in Yin Jiaren's embrace.

Yin Jiaren let him go, she did not lose her temper, but turned her gaze back, and laughed as she carried her out.

Before he left, he didn't forget to stare at everyone present.

Zheng Zheyu was not sure what Jiang Siming meant by this, but he was standing there sweating all over. He did not even notice that An Duoduo's breathing had become weaker under his cover.

Jiang Siming only extended his hand and snapped his fingers, then turned and walked out. Zheng Zeyu let out a sigh of relief, he had originally wanted to follow along, but did not expect to be stopped halfway.

"Mr. Zheng, we need to talk to you about something." The bodyguards dressed in black instantly surrounded the area, making it impenetrable.

Outside, Yin Jiaren had already placed Jiang Yuan on his own car and helped the well-behaved child fasten his seat belt. She planned to bring Jiang Yuan home directly.

Eating in the cafeteria wasn't good. Since Jiang Yuan was like this now, she thought it would be better to bring him back to the small apartment she rented outside and prepare some food for him.

"What's the matter?" Yin Jiaren looked at the man leaning against the window, a trace of anger could be seen within his clear, cold gaze. "If there's nothing else, I'll be taking him far away to eat.

If anyone else had heard this, they would have thought that Yin Jiaren was frustrated.

However, Jiang Siming was not the least bit annoyed. Instead, he gave a slight smile.