MTL - Slag Shou Cultivating Manual-Chapter 123 Jiang Jingda Resurrection

Eight years later, the world without Jiang Langyu continues, the earth moves, and the stars and moons alternate, and everything seems to be unchanged forever.

Only after he left, Jiang Jingda's world began to eclipse.

Even if the business grows bigger and more and more real estate is purchased, he still likes to live in the old house, guarding that person's room, and going to clean it up personally to keep it clean and slick, as if the young man was traveling After getting tired, I will come back with a smile.

The assignments, books, used pens, and towels that he left when he was a teenager are like his will, which were carefully remembered by Jiang Jingda and kept reading out day after day.

During these eight years, Jiang Jingda adopted a child called Jiang Lang in an orphanage.

He brought him home from Jianglang when he was one year old. He showed him the cartoons that Lang Lang liked to watch as a kid and gave him toys that he used to play. It seemed that he would be able to return to their childhood. period.

Seems to be another bland weekend.

Even without his mother's care, the six-year-old Jiang Lang grew up smart and sensible, and whenever he came to work at Jiang Jingda, he would calm down and read the storybook himself.

As soon as Jiang Jingda finished reading a document, he frowned and set aside. "Who did this report? Would you like to come to work on the first day and let him come and see me?"

The secretary flipped through the record sheet, and just wanted to say that it was written by a new employee, and the door was knocked three times.

A long figure, dressed in a staff uniform, walked in by himself, greeted with a smile, "Brother, I really come to work on the first day."

His appearance obviously brought a lot of impact, Jiang Jingda's eyes widened, the tip of his signature pen was suddenly cut off, the secretary saw the situation was not good, and immediately left.

The person who suddenly appeared in front of him was actually no worse than the long-term score that had been entrenched in his memory for many years.

"Who the **** is it?" Jiang Jingda's expression suddenly became serious, and he asked in a bad tone.

"Who am I you still don't recognize?" Herron smiled slightly at him, and sat down in front of him, letting him examine himself.

Not to mention that this appearance is exactly the same as the person in his heart, and even this tone, look, can never be imitated by others, which made Jiang Jingda once thought that he was dreaming, but the impact in front of him and the heart beating fiercely And it really reminded him that this is reality.

"But he's already ..." Jiang Jingda's throat was stubborn, and he didn't have the courage to mention the word.

"I wasn't dead. It wasn't me who cremated. The tomb in the cemetery was empty. You can believe it if you don't believe me?" Heron responded leisurely, took the mug in front of him, and drank it inadvertently. Location for a sip of coffee.

Jiang Jingda didn't think about the changes and the reasons. When he knew that the man in front of him had returned, he almost fell from the boss chair in surprise and hugged the man, losing his grace, just like an absurdity. Young man.

"Where have you been for so many years? Eight years ... eight years! Can't you come back to see me?"

Jiang Jingda closed her eyes fiercely, her eyelashes were already wet, and a dead heart came back to life.

Why hasn't he come to see him for the past eight years? And how should he live alone? Does he know how desperate he was then? He wanted to go with him and be buried in the same cemetery with him, but the responsibilities he shouldered let him support the body to survive ...

How many eight years can a person have in his life? These eight years are enough to witness the transformation of a person, enough for a baby like Jiang Lang to grow into a child, and the eight years he has waited for are too many and too many to speak of.

"Brother, I'm sorry ..." Heron stared down at his still trembling eyes, and could naturally feel the overwhelming sadness and ecstasy on his body, endured his hug with all his strength, and he stroked Jiang Jingda's back, Trying to reassure him with his own temperature.

Over the years, Jiang Jingda's appearance is also a little different from what he remembers. A trace of green onion in that year has been completely washed away. He has passed the years, and the traces of years have settled between his eyebrows. Deep and vicissitudes.

Lifting his head from Heron's arms, Jiang Jingda stroked every inch of his cheek carefully, his tender feelings softened, his lips stretched together, and he spit out, "You haven't changed at all ..."

It stands to reason that after such a long time, his Lang Lang should grow more open and add a bit of maturity, but Jiang Jingda, who remembers his face, found that his appearance is the same, and even a wrinkle has not been added. For a long time, he still looked like a young man with a youthful atmosphere, making him look like another generation at a glance.

He didn't want to know why this man would come back to this world in a ghostly way, appearing silently in his company, he only knew that whether it was a dream or a imagination, he didn't want to be sober.

The two hugging each other were intimate in tone. It was rare for the first time to see their father so tenderly caring for others. Jiang Lang couldn't hold back anymore, put down the storybook, trot to Jiang Jingda and pulled his clothes. Horn, "Dad, which brother is this?"

Heron shook Jiang Jingda in surprise and looked at the child in front of him in a complicated mood.

Also, he has been away for eight years, and Jiang Jingda is still a young man, and he is very young. When it comes to marrying a wife and having a child, he has no right to ask this person to wait for him. If this person has already established a successful family, he should also Send blessings.

It ’s just that he came to this world, just for him. This man married his wife and had children, what should he do? Heron frowned, with a hint of depression.

He pulled a smile and touched Jiang Lang's head. "I'm your uncle."

"Uncle? That's ... Dad's ... younger brother?" Jiang Lang asked with a tilted head, and immediately bowed politely, shouting Uncle.

Jiang Jingda frowned, holding on to Jiang Lang's head, teaching straightforwardly, "You have to call Dad."

As a matter of course, both Heron and Jiang Lang were surprised by this title, and Jiang Jingda explained it slightly.

It was just that Jiang Lang was still in the mist and fog. When he looked at his father's seriousness, he didn't dare to question it any more.

Jiang Jingda touched Jiang Lang's head, then led him outside the door, asked the secretary to take care of him, and locked the door again, as if he was afraid that Heron would run away.

"Originally adopted? I thought—" Heron half said, but stopped abruptly, and he just stopped having a cough.

Jiang Jingda stared at his face and never looked away. It seemed like he had to look back at these eight years at once, "Very surprised? Do you think I would marry another woman?"

Heron raised an eyebrow. "I don't know."

"... little bastard" Does this person really know how much he is attached to him? Jiang Jingda whispered and pressed Heron to his desk, silently biting and biting as if venting anger.

"How? The child is about to start doing things that are not suitable for children?" Heron teased.

Jiang Jingda was unconvinced. The two hadn't seen each other for so many years, and they were just in the blood. It was normal for him to wipe his gun and go out.

As he reached into Heron's garment, he whispered in his ear, "This time, you are not allowed to leave. Be my secretary during the day, and accompany me at night, eh?" He squeezed his waist. He kept lingering behind him.

Heron embraced his neck, straightened up, but deliberately tempered, "Don't you just want to scold me? Who is your secretary who loves to be?"

This old man was quiet and devoted to work. He looked like a wave of wood when he was away, and Heron, who had always been quiet, was boring, so he always wanted to tease him.

"No, you need to be serious about your work and insist on it, you told me before." Jiang Jingda refused sternly. Now that he has been his assistant, he must continue to do so.

Immediately, he immediately contacted his subordinates and asked him to draw up a new contract. He could sign as long as he could. He tried to find a way to swindle Lang Lang to sign at night, and to tie him to the company all his life.

Just as an employee, Heron's work really dare not compliment.

He is not sensitive to business and digital and he is also eager for related work.

On this day, Jiang Jingda was looking at the documents. The more and more wrong she was, thinking that Jiang Lang had been lingering with his Lang Lang for a day, that is to say, he had not seen Lang Lang for a day. Throwing the document aside and exasperating the people in front of you, "Who did your department do this report? Have you done anything seriously?"

A crisp laughter came from outside the door, and Heron walked in with Jiang Lang, who was eating a lollipop, and happened to meet him when he was questioning employees.

He looked at the documents on the desk and asked, "But my report didn't work well?"

Jiang Jingda was silent for a moment, looking as usual, reaching out to get the documents back, and looking carefully again, "No, I did a good job, Lang Lang was very smart."

"Really? Yesterday I passed by the staff area to see Xiao Li busy, so I helped." Heron smiled.

Jiang Jingda stepped forward and embraced him. He lost all his anger, and looked at Jiang Lang immersed in the joy of candy and toys. He felt better. "Where did my father take you today?"

"Hey, my dad took me to the amusement park. I also bought a lot of chocolates, ate cotton candy, and bought toys and models. Dad is the best dad in the world!" Jiang Lang shook his exquisite model in his hand, mouth There were still snacks in it, and it seemed to be happy, usually quite quiet, and the little boy could not see his eyes.

"You are happy. Tomorrow you will do your homework honestly, and my father will return to me." Jiang Jingda robbed Heron cruelly, took Jiang Lang and his snack toys out of the office again, and gave them to the part-time nanny assistant.

Heron watched the child pout unhappyly, frowned slightly, and couldn't bear it.

Jiang Jingda moved his tired limbs and hugged him to rest on the sofa in the lounge, not paying much attention, "You are too used to him."

"Don't I get accustomed to you?" Herron gasped in his ear like a blue orchid, kissed the corner of his mouth, Jiang Jingda's bones were crisp, and where else could he refute.

This time was like dreaming. Lang Lang only entangled him when he was in elementary school. Since his youth, Lang Lang has somehow started to leave him, and in the end, he even wanted to push him to others. Women marry, so he only changed his usual calm attitude eight years ago, erupting into such a crazy and collapsed appearance.

At that time, he also came to the end of despair, otherwise he would not do anything to imprison Lang Lang, and finally forced Lang Lang to jump off the building.

Who would have thought that he could have a gentle day when Lang Lang released his suspicion with him, united his body and mind, and offered him a luxurious hope.

Jiang Jingda seemed to be thinking of something, suddenly strangled Heron's waist, and told him, "Jiang Jiao will return to China next week."

Heron responded, and she knew it, but didn't respond too much.

Jiang Jingda gave a rare chuckle and buried a bright red kiss mark on his collar repeatedly, warning hoarsely, "You must not see him."

At the funeral that year, the man was as sad as he was, and every day after that, he would come to the cemetery of the Jiang family.

After that, he went abroad and never returned once. At this time, when he came back suddenly, he must have known the news that the young master of the Jiang family "revived".

Not long after he settled down, Jiang Jingda experienced this sense of crisis, and even said that he was extremely disturbed.

He didn't know when and where Lang Lang and Jiang Jiao had a relationship when studying abroad, and he couldn't guess whether Lang Lang would be shaken because of him.

So he had no idea what to do before Jiang Jiao returned.

"What's wrong? The expression is so strange? Is it okay if I don't see him?" Heron squeezed his serious face, showing a soothing smile.

Jiang Jingda, who was able to deal with hundreds of millions of investment without changing his color, showed a clumsy side, his hands and feet seemed to be unfavorable, and he trembled out a suede box from his pocket.

Although he could remain calm on his face, he was incoherent. He couldn't spit out the full-hearted love words he wanted to say. He could be uttered before the speeches of 10,000 people. "Lang Lang, you ... I ..."

When Heron saw the box in his hands, there was a hint of realization. When he saw the people in front of him, he lost his usual prestige and calmness. He couldn't help but grin, took the box by himself and took Take a look at the expensive, simple and elegant pair of custom rings.

He knew what Jiang Jingda wanted to say, so he agreed first, "I do."

Heron did not hesitate to bring the ring on her own, exactly an inch.

"Langlang ..." Jiang Jingda blinked, wondering if her eyes were astringent because she had been staring at the person in front of her, so her eyes were a little hot.

"Don't be moved so fast. We can't register here. You owe me a wedding. When are you expected?"

"Anytime." Jiang Jingda responded, fearing that he would regret it again.

Heron nodded and picked up another slightly larger one to put on him.

"What about the child?"

"Child, you have the final say. Bring him to your assistant during the honeymoon. He is very good and won't disturb us."

Heron bent his lips, and was satisfied.

When the ring was slowly pushed from the fingertip to the finger root, Jiang Jingda's heart also fell to the ground, hugging the person in front of him.

The person in his arms responded to him with enthusiasm and strength that he had never had in his life.

This is something that Jiang Jingda has been yearning for since he was a teenager. When he hugged the person he loved, he actually hugged it more strongly than he did.

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