Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 87 The Campus Goddess Never Collapses

Mu Xuan stepped forward to say hello, and Mr. Jiang's attitude was neither salty nor cold.

Jiang Li is the only legal one in Jiang's family. Although the colorful flags are fluttering outside Jiang's father, Mr. Jiang will not allow the group to fall into the hands of Jiang's father's illegitimate son, which means that Jiang Li's position is very stable.

Mr. Jiang didn't teach her personally because of Jiang Li's weak character when he was a child. Mr. Jiang thought that this child would be difficult to become a master, so he stopped paying attention.

Ye Yumo twisted the black pieces with one hand, placed them on a position on the chessboard, and changed the whole situation at once. When the black pieces became irresistible, they killed all the white pieces.

Mr. Jiang looked intently, was stunned for a moment, and smiled brightly: "Mingxiu plank road secretly hides Chen Cang, it's a good trick to deceive the world!"

Ye Yumo kept making concessions, and said with a smile: "Cousin Jiang Lian is here, I heard that she is very skilled in chess, why not let her accompany you to the next game."

As he said that, the young man gave up his seat, his modest and polite gesture was very elegant.

Mr. Jiang was still wondering when his submissive granddaughter learned Go, and Mu Xuan was already sitting opposite him.

"Grandpa, you come first." The girl's white face was as calm as jade, unaffected by the aura of old man Jiang who had been in power for many years. She held a sunspot between her pale fingertips, and when the old man dropped a child, she followed closely thereafter.

You come and go, black and white are fighting, Muxuan is still calm in the court, but Mr. Jiang is already sweating on the forehead, unable to do what he wants, he feels a kind of indomitable killing from the opponent's chess style, secretly startled , I can't help but face up to my granddaughter who has a weak sense of existence.

"I lost." Old Man Jiang exhaled heartily. In this round, the old man felt that his opponent was in a match.

On the way back, Ye Yumo offered to send Mu Xuan off.

"What's your purpose for approaching me?" Mu Xuan doesn't like to play charades, since she has noticed that this person pays too much attention to her, she won't be passive all the time.

The young man's facial features are outstanding, especially his eyes, like obsidian, full of unfathomable emotions.

Ye Yumo parked the car outside the iron fence of Jiang's house, and bent his lips, "Would you believe me if I said that I just wanted to get to know you earlier?"

The atmosphere in the car fell silent, and no one spoke.

After a long time, Mu Xuan said: "No matter what your purpose is, it's best not to let me catch you." She opened the car door, thanked you by the way, and left.

The young man supported the steering wheel, as if he was enduring unbearable pain in his life, even the corners of his eyes were red, and the corners of his white shirt were wrinkled.

"Ahem..." He coughed.

It's really just that I want to get to know you sooner...

In this life, he didn't want this girl who was as dazzling as the sun to disappear in her best years again.

Jiang Li, he read the name that he blurted out when he woke up from countless midnight dreams in his previous life, tenderly as if he was afraid that some treasure would be taken away by surprise.

Ye's eldest son, Ye Chengze returned to the Ye family's old house after finishing the company affairs.

He took the key and opened a small room at the end of the corridor, looked at a photo, and kept smoking.

In the photo, the man with long hair and shawl, gentle appearance, wearing a simple white dress, smiling brightly under the big tree.

"Ah Mo, you are so cruel." For so many years, she refused to enter his dream once.

Outside the door, the young man clenched his fingers and stood silently, hatred covered his heart, Ye Yumo resisted not rushing in to get the photo back.

That's a photo of his biological mother, this man, he doesn't deserve to commemorate his mother in such a way of nostalgia and affection, it's hypocritical.

After a long while, Ye Yumo left here, drove all the way to Jiang's old house, turned off the engine, Ye Yumo looked at the faint light revealed by the French windows on the second floor, and felt that the person was still alive, and then he felt at peace. .

Two hours later, Ye Yumo returned to his small apartment.

The memory of his previous life made it difficult for him to fall asleep, and he didn't fall asleep until late at night.

(End of this chapter)