Hong turned to look at Jiang Peng.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I won't run around next time."

Jiang Peng was stunned.

This is the first time Jiang Xiaohu has apologized to himself in so many years.

In the past, even if Jiang Xiaohu was wrong, Jiang Peng took the initiative to apologize, and Jiang Xiaohu never took the initiative to apologize.

When Jiang Peng heard Jiang Xiaohu's apology, he felt his nose sore and almost lost his composure.

"Ahem, hey, my dad has something wrong. However, I can't help with my studies. If you want to go back to China for the exam, you really need to work hard."

Jiang Peng sniffed, took a sip of tea, and covered up his embarrassment.

"Okay, OK, since you have reconciled, let's start the meal quickly, I'm hungry."

Jiang Yitong's voice sounded appropriately.

Jiang Peng nodded, pointed to the dishes on the table, and said.

"Yes, yes, eat quickly, or it will get cold in a while."

Brother Zhao’s Sichuan cuisine is quite authentic.

All colors, fragrances and flavors are complete.

Jiang Peng didn't expect that Jiang Yitong could eat so spicy food, and she had a lot of fun with Jiang Xiaohu.

Jiang Peng himself was silently eating several plates of non-spicy dishes that Brother Zhao specially stir-fried.

A supper soon came to an end.

Jiang Peng's home is very close to the Sichuan restaurant, just across the street.

So he didn't drive, and he walked slowly after dinner, walking backwards.

Jiang Xiaohu walked quickly and walked in front.

Jiang Yitong had nothing to do at night. She didn't ride a motorcycle for the time being and walked side by side with Jiang Peng.

"I'm sorry to you again this time."

Jiang Peng sighed and said apologetically.

"What a trouble or not, I like this kid Xiaohu very much."

Jiang Yitong waved her hand, not caring at all.

"People cannot be generalized. The educational problem that I have always been troubled by, seems to be nothing under your hands."

"Haha, it may be a professional problem. Journalists are generally good at observing their expressions and expressions, and can guide others through expressions and expressions."

Jiang Peng nodded. In this regard, Jiang Yitong is indeed a master.

"Thanks."

"You always like to say thank you."

Jiang Yitong smiled.

"Then what should I say?"

"In this way, I'll ask you a few questions to satisfy my curiosity."

"you say."

Jiang Peng made a "please give in" posture.

"Why did you suddenly want to go back to China?"

"I want to go back, I go back."

Jiang Peng's answer is very nutritious.

"Well, okay, the next question, what are you doing when you go back?"

Jiang Peng was silent for a while.

"Look at someone."

Jiang Yitong touched her chin.

"Let me guess."

She thought for a moment and replied.

"Go to see her?"

Jiang Yitong used the "she" very cleverly.

She just wanted to avoid the word "wife".

Jiang Peng did not deny it, nodded.

"Actually, this year's death day has passed, but I suddenly want to go back and take a look, see some places, and see some people."

It was already dark, and Jiang Xiaohu's figure had long disappeared, probably because he had gone home.

The street lights pulled the shadows of the two of them, and Jiang Yitong turned her head slightly and asked with a smile.

"Can you tell me?"

Jiang Peng's steps stopped temporarily. He turned his head to look at Jiang Yitong, and the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

"A pretty boring story, really want to hear it?"
Chapter completed!