Chapter 692 Visit

When the painter woke up, his wife was no longer in bed.

The painter shuddered. It looked like a bug that he used to play when he was a child. After placing the board upright with his belly facing the sky, he leaned back and "thumped" like a jumping bug.

He scanned the room.

My wife still has the movie "Murder on the Orient Express" she watched yesterday.

This book made him hate it to death.

He originally wanted to recommend himself to the pillow, hand in his homework, and prove his innocence, but his wife had been reading a book, and he didn't even have much chance to talk, let alone ask for sex. In the end, he dozed off and fell asleep, vaguely He saw his wife reading at night with the lights on. In his sleep, he vaguely remembered the way his wife grabbed the sheets with her left hand in surprise when she saw the climax.

Especially during the climax.

What the fuck——

The painter scratched his head and felt that there was grass growing on his head.

He got up.

It's getting late.

My son has gone to school, and the house is quiet.

The silence made him a little flustered.

He pushed the door open and went out, looking for his wife on the street. He followed his instinct and walked north, and then he saw his wife standing on the street talking to Gan Jianmian's mother. This was a rare thing. His wife used to dislike talking to Gan Jian Mian's mother. She felt that Gan Jian Mian's mother was not only vulgar in her words, but also too familiar. She could express many things that should and should not be said, and she also liked to show off her strength. With her cousin's daughter playing piano at level 10, she dared to bow her head to her professional wife.

He hurriedly walked over.

Before he even got closer, he saw them looking towards the entrance of the alley in unison. Gangan's mother pointed it out to her wife. Their eyes widened, and Gangan's mother muttered something.

The painter hurriedly walked to them in three steps and two steps at a time. Following their gazes, he saw a young man and a dwarf walking from the alley. They were talking about something along the way, and the young man was making gestures with his hands.

When they were almost in front of the door, they noticed three people looking at them.

Jiang Yang smiled at them and nodded, opened the door, and took Huo Che into the courtyard.

"It looks good."

Just face the mother: "The nose is the nose, the eyes are the eyes, I really don't know what the mother ate when she was pregnant with him."

The good student’s mother didn’t agree.

She was very surprised now. She was surprised that such a young person could write "Murder on the Orient Express". The ending was unexpected and really shocked her. It was incredible. There must have been a mistake.

"Let's go over and have a look."

Just ask my mother to hold the hand of the good student's mother and walk over.

"ah!"

The good student’s mother came to her senses and said, “Isn’t this bad?”

Having said that, she kept walking.

She chatted with Gan Jian Mian's mother early in the morning and piqued her interest to watch, just so she could have company and not be embarrassed while waiting here to see what Jiang Yang looked like. Now that she can take it a step further, she must be willing to do so.

Just face her mother and pull her to the door of the courtyard smoothly.

Behind him was a follower painter.

The door is not closed.

Just go in with your mother, who is very familiar to you, with a smile on your face, and call out after entering the yard: "Is anyone home?"

A good student’s mother is embarrassed.

They clearly watched them open the door and come in.

but--

Embarrassed as it was, she just wanted to say to her mom: "Well done!"

Jiang Yang came out of the main room when he heard the noise and looked at them doubtfully: "Hello."

Just say to your mother: "We are all neighbors. We live behind the alley. Come and see the decoration of your home."

"okay."

Jiang Yang confused his familiar neighbors and asked them to sit in the main room blankly.

The mother of a good student is even more embarrassed.

When the father, a good student, saw that his wife was doing something so embarrassing, he just went with her mother. Alarm bells rang in his heart, and he thought that he might as well just not leave home in the future and just paint at home.

They entered the main room.

The side of the main room facing the courtyard is almost entirely covered with glass walls. When you enter, you first see a large long table. On the table are Jiang Yang’s tools for making miniature models. The originally large table is not enough, and wood and tools are scattered all over the table. .

The friend who came in with Jiang Yang just now is sitting at the long table.

Behind the desk is a set of exquisite bookshelves, filled with books and figurines, which separate the work area from the rest area, game area, etc. At first glance, these areas in the back look clean and tidy, and it seems that the hostess has cleaned them up.

As for the hostess——

On a prominent place on the bookshelf, there is a table with a photo of Li Yu in the frame.

The composition of the photo is not very good, and it doesn’t make people look good.

The big devil is sitting on a chair in the park with his skateboard on. The lake is in the distance and the autumn ginkgo leaves are nearby. He looks at the camera and makes a scissor hand in a perfunctory way. He looks forced to make people laugh at the first glance. You know, this photo was taken by Jiang Yang.

"Um?"

The good student’s mother suddenly remembered.

When she went to buy books last night, she didn't recognize the beautiful woman walking in front of her.

But that beauty’s boyfriend——

She looked at Jiang Yang, and after repeated comparisons, it must be the Jiang Yang in front of her! ! !

so--

It was Li Yu who sang "Hopscotch" yesterday!

No wonder!

The mother, a good student, suddenly realized, no wonder the singing was so good. The original a cappella song couldn't be better.

She glanced at Jiang Yang.

This kid is also blessed. She can't hear it even if she wants to, but Jiang Yang can listen to it every day.

Her father, a good student, had a full look in her eyes and was already considering whether to move.

Jiang Yang stood for a while.

then.

He remembered that guests had to be entertained when they arrived, so he hurriedly opened the refrigerator and took out a few bottles of sparkling water to treat them to drinks.

"no, I'm fine."

I simply went to my mother to take a closer look. I thought the floor was not bad, so I asked Jiang Yang how much it cost per square meter.

Jiang Yang didn't know.

He scratched his head: "My wife is pretending."

I simply faced my mother and touched the sofa again: "This sofa is good."

She said to the mother of a good student: "When my eldest son renovated his house, he also chose this style."

The eldest is her son, Gan Jiaomian’s brother.

Now that we are getting married, we can no longer afford to buy a house. The couple is planning to free up the side room and renovate it to use it as a wedding room for the eldest son to get married.

She asked Jiang Yang again: "Where did you buy it?"

Jiang Yang continued to scratch his head: "My wife bought it."

"Tsk."

Just tell your mother that she knows Li Yu. If you don't know, you have to ask Jiang Yang where he got his wife.

She looked around and felt that she was just an ordinary daughter-in-law, let alone a big star. If she were Jiang Yang's mother, she would get up in the middle of the night and burn incense sticks for the ancestors.

This wife is so well married.

I bought a courtyard as an amusement park. This doll, this figure, this character model that is almost as tall as her, wearing an afro wig, and a skeleton with a guitar hanging on its hand——

How much would it cost him to make it?

In other words, the piano on the side of the lounge area facing the sun room looks like a serious thing.

actually--

The good student’s mother has already set her sights on the piano.

For any piano learner, after seeing the appearance and brand of this piano, it is difficult not to feel the desire to play it.

pity.

Even if I just met my mother, I knew that that thing was very precious. I touched other furniture and said yes, but didn't say to touch the piano. Mother, a good student, was even more embarrassed.

She turned to look at the long table where Jiang Yang and the others worked.

There are several models on it, which look like manors and small towns in the British countryside, as well as fields. A little old man is planting zucchini or something. The handwork is a little rough, but it looks like that.

The three of them took a tour of the courtyard, mainly talking to their mother who was chirping and asking questions. Their parents, who were good students, followed them, accompanied by Jiang Yang. I just met my mother who was really familiar with me and asked me everything. She had to put aside the student mother, who had long been impatient, but she found that Jiang Yang was very patient, and answered tirelessly every time: "My wife bought it."

The answer is dull.

But the pride in his tone could not be concealed.

even--

The mother of the good student thinks Jiang Yang is still enjoying it, especially when his wife bought me a 4090 graphics card, and her husband has to say "How do you know my wife bought me a 4090 graphics card" to his friend when he goes to the toilet?

certainly.

The good student’s mother doesn’t understand digital, so she couldn’t think of this example.

This mood is probably mutual.