Chapter 1127. Even Your Son’s Jealousy?

As soon as she asked that question, Ye Linlang regretted it a little.

She quickly covered her mouth and shook her head at Jiang Qiran hastily.

"It's okay if you don't want to say it!"

No matter how you look at it, if Jiang Qiran hadn't transferred to City A, the two of them wouldn't even have a chance to meet!

Why would she guess about other people's parents out of thin air?

Not all parents like to discipline their children strictly. Maybe Jiang Qiran's father and mother like a free-range education?

and……

To be able to give birth to such an outstanding son as Jiang Qiran, Jiang Qiran's father and mother must also be very good people, right?

They would be willing to let Jiang Qiran come to City A to study alone. They must be very relieved and proud of their son, right?

…

Jiang Qiran suddenly laughed when he saw Ye Linlang asking the wrong question.

"Why are you so scared? Just asking a question, I won't treat you like a scourge."

Ye Linlang didn't expect Jiang Qiran to take the initiative to free herself!

In fact, she and Jiang Qiran had only known each other for a short time, and they were not close friends. Ye Linlang felt that she might have gone too far when she just asked about someone else's parents.

Fortunately, Jiang Qiran doesn't mind!

Even so, Ye Linlang still looked at Jiang Qiran with some anxiety, with a little uneasiness in his expression.

"Do you really not mind my question?"

"Do I have a reason to lie to you?"

Jiang Qiran raised his eyebrows, his narrow phoenix eyes shining brightly, as if he wanted to suck in other people's souls.

After hearing this, Ye Linlang finally let go of the hanging stone in her heart.

"I thought too much, sorry."

Seeing Ye Linlang's delicate thoughts, Jiang Qiran couldn't help but shook his head.

"When I first met you, I thought you had such a bold and unrestrained character. Why do you feel like you are like a little mouse after getting along with you?"

A rat-headed and rat-brained person, sometimes he dares to steal oil and food boldly, but sometimes he just shrinks his head and hides obediently in a hole, not wanting others to discover him.

Ye Linlang suddenly curled her lips when she heard that the male god described herself as a little mouse.

"Can't you use a nicer description? I think a kitten sounds better than a little mouse!"

Jiang Qiran smiled slightly, and did not agree with Ye Linlang's views. Instead, he brought up the matter of his parents again.

"Don't you want to know why I came to City A? As Miaomiao said, my parents left me and traveled abroad all over the world."

Although Ye Linlang had heard this answer before, when she heard it from Jiang Qiran, she still couldn't help but take a deep breath!

"Then they are too trusting of you! How old are you? What if something happens to you in the country? If no one takes care of you, I think..."

Before Ye Linlang could finish speaking, Jiang Qiran suddenly waved his hand, interrupting Ye Linlang's terrifying thoughts.

"This kind of thing won't happen."

When Jiang Qiran said this, his eyebrows were full of energy and full of confidence.

The corner of Ye Linlang's mouth twitched, and she suddenly felt that she had asked too much.

Well, it seems that the male god thinks he can take care of everything on his own!

But what if this is really the case!

Why on earth does Jiang Qiran want her to cook?

Obviously it can go to the hall, but not the kitchen!

Although Ye Linlang complained in her heart, she still pretended to be obedient on the surface.

"So, your parents should have arranged for someone to take care of you? Could it be Miaomiao's parents? But you don't live with them."

Jiang Qiran nodded, with a calm look on his face.

"So there is."

What the hell is there?

Ye Linlang didn't quite understand, so she simply stopped asking more about this matter and moved the topic to Jiang Qiran's parents.

"Then your parents are travel enthusiasts? So they want to travel around the world while they are still strong?"

Jiang Qiran turned his head and looked at the curious face of the sixteen-year-old girl next to him. For some reason, he felt like laughing.

If she had met her parents, she wouldn't have this tone, right?

Why does it feel like his parents are like that in Ye Linlang's mouth... It's a bit subtle anyway.

But listening to the girl's sweet voice, Jiang Qiran didn't feel disgusted for the first time.

On the contrary, I think Ye Linlang is a bit cute because of her stupidity.

"The two of them traveling together is not what you think."

Jiang Qiran's soft voice echoed in the small space of the taxi, and it still sounded so good.

Ye Linlang was puzzled and looked at Jiang Qiran with confusion.

"Could it be that your parents are not the kind of people who like to travel?"

Jiang Qiran's clear black eyes looked at Ye Linlang calmly.

His voice was indifferent, as if he was talking about something indifferent.

"If I said it was because my father was too possessive of my mother and felt that I disturbed their lives, so he left me to travel, would you believe it?"

And Ye Linlang burst out laughing suddenly!

"Qi Ran, are you kidding me? How old is your father! Why do you feel so childish? Does he still dislike you for taking up your mother's time and energy and feel jealous of you?!"

No way, whose father is so unreliable!

Even his own son is jealous!

Thinking about it, it's almost ridiculous. Uh, no, I should feel sad for classmate Jiang Qiran.

"Forget it if you don't believe it."

Jiang Qiran's voice was low. He shook his head needlessly, then slowly leaned on the cushion of the taxi, closed his eyes, and fell asleep to rest his mind.

…

Jiang Qiran thought of his parents again in a daze.

Ye Linlang probably thought it sounded a little incredible, even a little funny.

But those things happened so truly in Jiang Qiran's life.

Jiang Qiran could feel that his father, who was connected to him by blood, actually didn't like him.

That man's name is Jiang Xuecheng.

And his mother's name is Su Wan.

The father in Jiang Qiran's impression was always majestic and cold, but this kind of coldness probably did not include his mother Su Wan.

When I was in the second grade of elementary school, I went back to take a family photo. Su Wan wanted the young Jiang Qiran to sit in the middle, while Su Wan and Jiang Xuecheng stood on both sides, holding the child on the left and right.

The photographer also thought this was a good idea and immediately agreed.

However, the man he called his father did not want to stand at a distance from Su Wan, even though the person sitting in the middle was his child who was connected by blood.

Finally, under the strong request of this man, Su Wan sat on the nanmu chair in the middle. He, the thin and small man, and his tall father were arranged around Su Wan on the left and right.

At that time, Jiang Qiran intuitively believed that his father did not like him.

In other words, liking yourself is not as good as liking your mother.