Chapter 143 Yang Guojun: Why does this scene feel so familiar?

"I'm a little bee?" Seeing that Jiang Hetao still seemed to have forgotten himself, Nan Junfeng said a very embarrassing nickname.

"Puff——hahahaha...cough cough!" Yunzhong sprayed the tea he had just drunk directly onto the face of Yang Guojun, who was closest to him.

Noticing Lu Mingfeng's cold gaze, he stiffly picked up the rag on the desk and threw it on Yang Guojun's face. Then he found a corner and held up the file next to him to cover his face.

Without noticing Yun Zhong's social death, Jiang He was still thinking about who this person was. However, the memory was too old, and he really couldn't find any special feelings between him and the man in front of him. Could it be a romantic debt he owed in the past? Was he not gay? Mom, help -

"Yushan..., do you still remember the little bee next door when you were seven years old and went to your grandmother's house? The one who always followed you?" Nan Junfeng saw that Jiang He was still struggling, and hurriedly said.

Jiang He thought about it carefully again, and then dug out the little golden boy who had been chasing after him and calling "Brother He He" from his memory. "Is it you?"

When he was sixteen years old, he had never had enough food or warm clothes since he was a child because of the extremely poor adopted parents. However, his cheap grandmother was quite good to him.

When he was young, I felt sorry for him and took him to the countryside. At that time, his grandmother helped take care of a paralyzed old man next door. The old man had a grandson, and his surname seemed to be Nan. "After my grandmother passed away, I went home. How did you do later?"

My grandma hadn't even enjoyed two years of love and pampering at her home before she was pissed off to death because of the extremely petty adult pet. Her life thereafter was just like the grass in the lyrics of the song.

"After you left, my grandfather found us and took us to the capital a few days later.

I originally wanted to look for you, but I never knew where you lived, and I was worried about you. I didn't expect that we would meet here. It's really fate. ”

Nan Junfeng still remembers Jiang He's pair of eyes, which looked at him as if he were evaluating goods. When he found out that his grandmother was even poorer, the malice she exuded made him start to worry whether Jiang He's life would be difficult in the future.

"What about you? Why are you here? Are you going to contribute to the country?" Jiang He didn't want to talk about the pair of top-notch girls anymore, so he changed the subject. He didn't ask too much, because there were really many passionate young people at this time.

When Nan Junfeng heard the other party asking about his purpose, he immediately smiled bitterly and said, "Something happened some time ago. Someone reported the old man, and the old man has been removed from office. I came here to atone for my sins."

Jiang He saw the bitterness in the other party. He said it was atonement, but in fact it was a demotion. So he patted his shoulder comfortingly and said, "I believe your grandfather is not that kind of person. As long as you get through this period, everything will be fine."

In fact, he himself was not sure. Ten years was too long, and a lot of things could happen in that time. During the period of redress, many people could not accept the situation and chose to commit suicide within a few days. He just hoped that the other party could hold on.

Hearing Jiang He say this, Nan Junfeng nodded gratefully and said, "Thank you. I was indeed very nervous at first, but after seeing you, I am not as depressed as before."