Jiang Peng took a deep breath.

Push the door open forcefully.

Although Jiang Xiaohu wanted to close the door, he was unable to stop Jiang Peng who really showed his strength.

"I don't mean anything else, Xiao Hu, you come out first."

Jiang Peng looked at Jiang Xiaohu and felt a little angry.

"don't want."

Jiang Xiaohu looked at Jiang Peng and wanted to close the door again.

"If you don't come out, then I'll go in."

Jiang Peng pushed the door hard with his body. Jiang Xiaohu was unable to resist. Looking at Jiang Peng who was about to walk into the room, Jiang Xiaohu finally gave in.

"Don't move, I'll come out."

With a cry, Jiang Xiaohu walked out of the room and closed the door.

"Xiaohu, you are in your senior year of high school now. I have never asked you about your studies because I believe you can handle it on your own."

Jiang Peng looked at Jiang Xiaohu, who was standing outside the door with his hands folded and his nostrils turned upward, and said earnestly.

"You are about to take the college entrance examination. I want to ask you what you think."

Jiang Xiaohu curled his lips.

"I have no idea."

Jiang Peng's anger level increased a little.

"Didn't you say that you want to take the exam and return to China? Can you do it with your current grades?"

When Jiang Xiaohu heard the word "return to the country", his guard instantly broke down. He looked a little flustered and his tone became anxious.

"How do you know... Ahem, who told you that I want to take the exam and go back to my country? What is the difference between whether I go to university or not, and what is the use? Not everyone comes out to work."

"You said it yourself."

Jiang Peng stared at Jiang Xiaohu's face and spoke word by word.

"Haha, no way, why don't I remember." Jiang Xiaohu's eyes kept darting around and he kept rubbing his fingers, obviously feeling very guilty.

"I think you know better than me whether studying in college is useful."

"Okay, okay, I understand, the teacher has said enough." Jiang Xiaohu said impatiently, rubbing his ears.

"In a person's life, learning time is actually very short. I don't want you to regret it in the future and not have a good future."

"That's none of your business." When it came to study issues, Jiang Xiaohu's patience was exhausted very quickly, and he was now on the verge of going berserk.

"Okay, okay, it's none of my business. I'm superfluous." Jiang Peng was also a little anxious, and his tone was a bit harsh.

"Does it have anything to do with you? Have you ever taken care of me?" Jiang Xiaohu glanced at Jiang Peng and said disdainfully.

"I didn't care about you?" Jiang Peng laughed angrily.

"I cook and wash clothes every day and earn money for you to study and go to school. Whatever you want, I will try my best to satisfy you. You say I don't care about you?"

Jiang Xiaohu really couldn't refute the material gift. Jiang Peng's words immediately hit Jiang Xiaohu's pain point.

Children in the rebellious stage can't hear these words the most, and Jiang Xiaohu immediately became angry.

"Who cares?" After Jiang Xiaohu said this, he opened his legs and headed towards the door, trying to rush out.

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Peng had quick eyesight and quick hands. He passed Jiang Xiaohu in two or three steps and blocked the door, asking.

"I'm not doing anything. This place can't accommodate me anymore. Why don't I leave?" Jiang Xiaohu said tremblingly with his eyes slightly red.

"Don't even think about going out today, go back to your room." Jiang Peng looked at Jiang Xiaohu coldly.

Jiang Xiaohu gritted his teeth, looked at Jiang Peng who was standing in front of him, suddenly walked to the edge of the sofa, picked up the teacup, and threw it at the memorial tablet on one side.

"Are you crazy?" Jiang Peng roared.

"Bang." There was a shattering sound. Jiang Xiaohu's accuracy was not good, or in other words, Jiang Xiaohu didn't want to smash Li Wenxue's memorial tablet at all.

The cup fell on the wall next to the memorial tablet.

Glass shards flew and scattered all over the floor.

"Are you crazy? Do you dare to smash your mother's memorial tablet?" Jiang Peng came to Jiang Xiaohu in two steps and raised his hand, ready to slap her.

Jiang Xiaohuhao

Raise your face fearlessly without any resistance.

"You have no right to accuse me. You were the one who killed my mother."

The falling palm stopped abruptly, and Jiang Peng's hand froze. Looking at Jiang Xiaohu's fearless face, he suddenly felt a twinge in his heart.

The atmosphere froze. Looking at Jiang Peng's right hand that had not yet fallen, two tears fell from the corners of Jiang Xiaohu's eyes.

"Clang." The door closed.

This time, Jiang Peng didn't stop him.

He put down his arms feebly, sat blankly in front of the sofa, and slowly leaned back.

"call."

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Peng raised his head and closed his eyes tiredly.

After a while, Jiang Peng suddenly felt itchy at the base of his ear. He touched it subconsciously and felt a moist feeling on his touch.

"Why is it so wet?"

Jiang Peng was a little surprised and suddenly realized.

I cried myself.

He still couldn't believe it.

But the tears in the corners of his eyes were still there, and Jiang Peng had to admit this reality.

Did you cry?

I remember when Li Wenxue passed away, Jiang Peng didn't even shed a tear at the funeral.

After more than ten years of ups and downs, Jiang Peng did not cry when he held Jiang Xiaohu and slept on the streets of Dochai City.

Jiang Peng didn't cry when he couldn't even eat.

When the company was on the verge of bankruptcy and he didn't have a dime in his pocket, Jiang Peng didn't cry.

But today, Jiang Peng cried.

Why?

Because of Jiang Xiaohu’s results?

Or is it what Jiang Xiaohu said?

Jiang Peng didn't know where it hit him.

He had forgotten the last time he cried.

Twenty years ago? Or thirty years ago?

Can not remember.

Standing up, Jiang Peng turned around and accidentally caught a glimpse of Li Wenxue's tomb.

"Did i do something wrong?"

Jiang Peng murmured to himself.

No one answered.

Jiang Peng slowly walked to Li Wenxue's altar and repeated what he just said.

"Did i do something wrong?"

The photo of Li Wenxue on the soul tablet still looks at Jiang Peng with a smile, and the gentle feeling has never changed.

"It is my fault."

Jiang Peng held up Li Wenxue's spiritual tablet and suddenly heard two "tick" sounds.

Two crystal teardrops fell on the spiritual tablet.

Jiang Peng touched his face, which was moist.

It turned out that before I knew it, I had already burst into tears.

…

Jiang Yitong was dressed in tulle and hot pants, revealing a pair of perfectly proportioned white legs.

Sitting on the windowsill, leaning against the wall, with a laptop on my lap.

The above is densely packed with written information. If you look carefully, you will find that it is basically about Tsavo and 3A Company.
To be continued...