The wild and lustful social animal will act coquettishly, and the ferocious boss will have his soul

The aunt who was taking care of Jiang Nan in the villa was named Wang. When the sun pierced the glass shed at three o'clock in the afternoon, a rush of footsteps came from behind him!

Jiang Nan just hung up the phone on Gu Jinzhou, turned around in confusion, and saw Aunt Wang's face full of panic.

"Sir! Three cars came outside. The people who got off were all tall and strong wearing black sunglasses. They said they were here to see you!"

"Looking for me?"

The boy sitting at the European tea table stood up.

The sun fell on his faded light blue hair, shining brightly from the white diamond earrings. His face was still delicate but a lot colder than in D City. His eyebrows were cold and calm. This was Jiang Nan's original face. appearance.

It has been six years since I left the capital to go to university elsewhere.

I have basically had no contact with anyone in the past six years. The only person who knows that he can accurately find this place when he comes back...

Only the Jiang family, Zhao Cheng.

Yesterday, Zhao Cheng wanted him to return to the Jiang family, but Jiang Nan refused.

Now someone is sent to take him back by force!

Yesterday, my sister-in-law Jiang Baiwei died unexpectedly. All the other relatives of the Jiang family should be at the old house today. Why is Zhao Cheng so anxious to call him back?

After pondering for a few minutes, Jiang Nan went back to the bedroom and changed her clothes.

I have to go back to my old home.

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Zhao Xuan, who came to arrest someone, did not expect that his rebellious and mentally ill cousin would be so cooperative and got into the car without any resistance.

Haven't you been making trouble and not going home?

He was sitting in the passenger seat and looked at the boy in the back seat from the rearview mirror. He was wearing white short-sleeves and jeans?

There's no comparison with the outfit he's wearing.

Zhao Xuan's eyes were arrogant and thorny, and his tone of voice was always smiling.

"I heard that you went to a good university? It seems like you didn't do well outside. What did you say you were doing outside? It's not like you don't have a company at home, and you're worried that you don't have enough ability to do well, cousin? "

"..."

Jiang Nan didn't want to talk to the people in front of her, and her eyes fell on the busy road outside the window.

He had an impression of Zhao Xuan, the nephew that Zhao Cheng brought out from the ravine.

There were not many interactions, and the only time that impressed him deeply was when Zhao Xuan came to the house for dinner and secretly ate Jiang Fubao's cake, but wiped his mouth and pointed at him, saying that Jiang Nan had eaten the cake secretly.

As a result, after Zhao Xuan and the others left, Jiang Nan was locked in the stairwell by Zhao Cheng for more than ten hours without food or water.

Later, when Zhao Xuan came to the house again, Jiang Nan hid herself and did not dare to have contact with him.

In the blink of an eye, everyone has grown up, but his hatred of Zhao Xuan is still the same as before.

Jiang Nan could catch a glimpse of the dazzling white on the passenger side of the passenger side. The weather was already hot, but this man was wearing a white suit with a pink tie and exaggerated colorful diamond cufflinks.

It's awkward, ugly and tasteless.

"Oh, cousin, you are still as quiet as before, but as a brother, I have to say a few words about you." Zhao Xuan raised his wrist and pretended to look at his watch, deliberately showing off his diamond watch, "You said how nice the family you were born into is. , What are you fussing about? Don’t worry about things that shouldn’t be yours. Your mother will give you whatever you want, and you will live a better life than ordinary people. You are quite ambitious."

"?" Jiang Nan slowly turned her head after hearing this, her tone calm, "What do you mean?"

He hasn't done anything yet, what ambition does Zhao Xuan have?

"Stop pretending, there are no outsiders at the moment," Zhao Xuan sneered, with a disdainful expression, "Isn't it you who encouraged Jiang Baiwei to go to your mother for shares? Let's see who else you can count on this time."

So Zhao Cheng really killed Jiang Baiwei for his shares?

"So it's because of this," Jiang Nan fluttered her eyelashes and said in a steady voice, "What can't you say if you have something to say? Why do you have to end up like this? We are all a family."

"...What happened?" Zhao Xuan is twenty-five years old this year. He is naturally cautious when working around Zhao Cheng. "Hey! Your sister-in-law committed suicide. It has nothing to do with anyone."

"Oh," Jiang Nan nodded casually, with a light voice, "I didn't say anything, you seemed very nervous."

"..."

For the rest of the journey, the car was extremely quiet.

Zhao Xuan never spoke again.

The Jiang family's old house is located in a villa area on the outskirts of the city. The car drove into the gorgeous European-style manor. The branches of the lush sycamore trees on both sides were green and tender, swaying in the breeze.

There were many luxury cars parked on the ground in front of the old house, obviously all of them were relatives of the Jiang family.

I came here because of Jiang Baiwei's fall from the building.

"Aunt! Look who I brought back to you!"

Zhao Xuan shouted as soon as he entered the door, with a cheerful and naive tone.

This attitude was completely different from when he was teasing Jiang Nan in the car just now, except for the tail wagging.

Jiang Nan followed him and walked into a familiar building. He hadn't been back in six years. The complicated decoration of his home was still gorgeous, and he still couldn't find any sense of belonging.

I glanced briefly at the display racks and saw a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old with a bright smile.

It’s Jiang Fubao, Jiang Fubao who grew up in love.

Jiang Nan looked away from the carefully framed photos. When she was a child, she would be secretly jealous and sad, but not anymore.

Feel nothing.

There were five or six people sitting on the gorgeous European-style sofa. Zhao Cheng was sitting on the single sofa opposite, wearing a white cheongsam. He stood up with red eyes and shouted: "Son, you are back."

This call was full of tears.

Jiang Nan nodded to her expressionlessly, and his eyes shifted and fell on the faces of the people opposite the sofa.

They were all uncles and aunts who had shares in the Jiang family. Gu Qing found information for him and asked him to visit them door to door. Today, he met them all.

The people on the sofa also looked at him, looking up and down.

An old man in his sixties spoke with a lukewarm tone.

"Jiang Nan, you are in your twenties and you still don't know how to call someone?"

Zhao Cheng sobbed twice and came over to hold Jiang Nan's arm: "This child has been like this since he was a child. He is too introverted..."

Call, why don't you call?

Jiang Nan pulled out his arm and smiled slightly at the corners of his lips: "Uncle, cousin, Uncle Wu, cousin."

After calling everyone again, the living room was quiet for a moment.

After all, he used to leave directly without saying hello to them, but today was completely uncharacteristic of him.

This made Zhao Cheng stunned, and he laughed twice when he reacted.

"This kid has been practicing outside for a few years and has become sensible."

"It's time to be sensible." The old uncle who just spoke moved to the side and motioned Jiang Nan to sit down, "Sit here, uncle, look at you."

Jiang Nan bypassed the white cheongsam in front of him and walked towards the sofa.

The old man was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit and had a yellow-brown dragon-head walking stick in his hand. He was obviously the most virtuous and respected person in the group.

Jiang Nan had very little contact with them. Now he was sitting upright without appearing too reserved.

The old uncle squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Nan's features carefully, patted his arm and nodded.

"Finally grown up and looked like a man."

In the past, when we met, we would huddle in the corner in fear, not daring to show our heads. How could we be so arrogant as a boy?

In the minds of the older generation, if a boy is not crazy when he is young, he will not be capable when he grows up.

The old uncle asked: "How are you doing outside? What are you busy with?"

"I'm a designer, uncle."

Jiang Nan briefly explained the contents of the ancient weapons.

But a few people around him obviously didn't care. After all, it wasn't a big deal.

"After graduation, you should do something serious, why not idle around all the time," the old uncle said, turning to look at Zhao Cheng who had just sat down opposite, "I think you are busy with your mother's nephew, and you picked up your own son? "

"..."

Zhao Cheng and Zhao Xuan, who was drinking a drink behind her, both had stiff expressions.