Although Jiang Ling has been the daughter of the headmaster for ten years and has been loved and cared for by everyone, she has not become a sloppy girl and has become a lively and cute girl with clear love and dislike.

However, this girl is very good, only one thing is that she has a too fast temper and is completely different from Jiang Zhongye, who has always been known for her steady and harmonious relationship. She has not inherited it at all, but is like a mother who died prematurely.

Whenever Jiang Zhongye wanted to correct it, he couldn't bear to start thinking about his deceased wife's voice, appearance and smile. Until today, Jiang Ling's personality has taken shape, and it is no longer possible to change it.

Therefore, even though Jiang Zhongye repeatedly asked Jiang Ling's orders to ask Jiang Ling to pay attention to teaching Du He's degree, he failed to punish him this morning, but was proud of Du He. In Jiang Ling's case, this was a complete provocation.

"Okay, you demonstrate to me, right? I didn't let you do the work. It's because my brothers understand you, and that's not the reason for your laziness!" Jiang Ling sneered twice, and the scene of his father leaving him alone and chatting with Du Hechang appeared in front of him again. New hatred and old hatred, this little boy who deceived his father completely angered Jiang Ling.

Why? He, a young master who couldn't stand the hardship and came back from school, had the face to show his father a thirsty look at studying? It must be all disguises!

Du He shrugged his shoulder innocently, "You don't need me, you can't grab that thing, you can't grab it, you can't just snatch it up if you snatch it up..."

"You don't need to pour it down, but if you want to be filial, there are still many things you can do..." Jiang Ling clapped his hands, threw away the fried peanut shell in his hand, raised his chin, and said proudly: "You are waiting here, the night fragrance is here, you can wash the bucket of pulp and put it back for all the senior brothers!"

Du He couldn't help but be stunned. Unexpectedly, Jiang Ling had this time and could not escape from the left and right. Could it be that he would really be able to get out of the mud without staining?

Jiang Ling saw Du He's stupid look and couldn't help but smile and added: "If I find that there is a little filth on the Yexiang Bucket, I'll ask you to wipe it with your hand! Remember!"

Du He thought about how he used his hand to wipe the Yexiang Bucket. He couldn't help but feel a surge of stomach and intestines. He covered his mouth. Jiang Ling exhaled and went back with satisfaction. He left Du He alone outside the door. In the cold wind and thin barrier, Du He hugged his shoulders, with a rather bleak smell.

During the period before Ye Xianggong came, Du He could be said to have experienced a fierce ideological competition.

It’s a big problem to brush, or not brush.

If I asked someone to do it like last time, would it go against Uncle Jiang's intention and did not play a role in training myself?

If you do it yourself...

After a few minutes of sight, Du He truly realized what a dilemma is, so when Ye Xianggong came, he found a young man occupies a seat at the door of Liankui Ban, with a depressed face, as if he was not in a good mood?

Mr. Ye Xiang looked at her own Gazipo and then she looked at her several times.

Could it be that they reported an extra one day fee last month and made Yi discover it?

That won’t work. This family has a large population and a very good business. It’s necessary to please others and make the younger generation happy!

The two of them expected that their family affairs were happening, so when they arrived at the back door of Liankui Ban, the expression on their faces could no longer be called a kind of joy, and they could be said to be pleasing.

The grandmother took the initiative to pour out the dozens of Yexiang buckets. Before Du He could speak with a tangled face, the grandmother there opened a bucket with a lid and started to wash it off with pleasure.

It was still a dedicated person to do special work, and the couple washed one by one and then turned it upside down, which made Du He feel like he was returning to Britain to see the assembly line of the factory.

The two of them felt very guilty. After cleaning the bucket, they even said a lot of auspicious words to Du He, and they couldn't find Yikua, so they pushed the cart away.

The two of them were short in their hands and short in their mouths. They were proud to wink at each other. They both felt that the public relations were good today. They were so dizzy that the young man was just happy.

Du He looked at the night fragrance bucket dripping from the ground in confusion, and when the sun rose, the water was dry and it was as clean as a bucket.

Du He touched his nose, picked up the two barrels with a little guilty conscience, and sent them back to his senior brothers one by one.

Because good things came too suddenly, Du He had the first time in his life that he was a villain and swallowed up his contributions. Seeing that his senior brothers thanked him, he wanted to correct the good things several times, but when he thought of Jiang Ling's evil woman who was holding chicken feathers as a command arrow and holding grudges, he swallowed the verdict and finished the work in a low-key manner.

Jiang Ling didn't expect Du He to do so well. It was just a matter of walking away. Du He completed it, which made Jiang Ling not enjoy Du He's suffering at all, and it felt a little embarrassed.

"Is this guy still a good person? If I can't do it, let him get along with his senior brothers, how can I let him go home in the future? This method is impulsive."

Jiang Ling stomped his feet regretfully, and ignored the morning class. He saw Zhang Afa's bald head waving forward from a distance, and hurriedly chased after him.

After a while, Jiang Ling did not show up. Du He thought that the morning had just passed. While Jiang Zhongye had not come out, he stood far away and watched his senior brothers practice a magic trick called "Sword Fucking Beauty".

Because Jiang Ling, who was performing the beauty, temporarily pushed Yu Dachun, who was thinner, up. Yu Dachun didn't care. He waved his hand to Du He with a giggle face, and then stood on the wheel on the pedal.

This magic actually tests the magician's skills to a large extent. If you study hard and practice hard, you can practice it well. However, it always arouses warm welcome from the audience when performing. Therefore, it is listed as a must-learn by Jiang Zhongye, and everyone will practice it in normal times.

Du He was watching this place and saw Jiang Ling and Zhang Afa slowly walking over.

Both of them walked carefully to Du He with a few thermos wrapped in rattans in their hands.

Zhang Afa smiled at Du He, with a little pity and apology, and a little gloating.

This is rare in normal times. Zhang Afa has always been to learn from Jiang Zhongye, and must be steady, with gentle breeze and drizzle, and majesty. But today, I don’t know if something touched his thoughts, but Zhang Afa’s expression has always been very vivid.

"Ahe, you have been here for so long and haven't been to the streets yet, have you?"

Jiang Ling smiled, like a little fox looking at a chick.

Du He suddenly felt cold behind him, and he had a cold war and nodded subconsciously.

Zhang Afa observed a moment of silence for Du He, and was so stupid. I really don’t know that the master is optimistic about him. Could it be that he is the son of Master Du?

Zhang Afa is one of the few who knows where Du He comes from. Even though Du He doesn't remember it, Zhang Afa remembers it. He met Du He ten years ago.

However, now that time has changed, the original choreographers and the eldest master have changed. Who would have thought?
Chapter completed!