I quietly watch you play

Three years ago, Zhongqiu, Jiangjia Jingwan Villa

The moon was hanging in the sky, it was very big and bright, two days had passed since the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the full moon would lose its full moon, so it was not too round.

It was the first time for Jiang Xiaoqi to come here. In the morning, the driver drove him off. The car was very beautiful, with shiny black paint and a golden B on its forehead. arrive.

The Bentley belongs to the elder brother Jiang Xiaoteng, and so does the driver. He sent him here and then left. This time, he came to show his grandparents.

Jiang Xiaoqi is 22 years old, and he only found out half a year ago that his biological father is Jiang Baichang, a well-known real estate tycoon in Danyang and even the whole country.

He used to be called Jiang Qi, following his mother's surname. His mother was Jiang Zhen, whose family was in Bitan City, who also happened to have the surname Jiang.

Jiang Xiaoqi had no relatives in the past, and lived with his mother Jiang Zhen.

He knew that even if he didn't know who and where his father was, there must still be grandparents and even uncles and aunts, but Jiang Zhen never mentioned it, so he didn't ask.

Jiang Xiaoqi began to speculate on the story about his own life at a very young age. The key father image, from the cursed lonely tyrant in the castle to the scum who curled up in the gutter and lost his pants while taking drugs and gambling, thought about it all over again, but it was like this A wealthy stalker whose bloody vulgarity has been ruined by film and television dramas.

He didn't expect that when he recognized his father, there were so many relatives that needed to be recognized. For a month, he had been talking about various relatives and friends whether he wanted to or not.

But those were all unofficial. Today, he will officially face everyone in the Jiang family's ancestral home as the third son of Jiang Baichang, and even provided a piece of explosive material for gossip media.

Jiang Xiaoqi was still not used to this kind of excitement, he came out of the bedroom, took the servant's passage and passed through the side hall, thinking of getting some fresh air in the yard.

There are people busy everywhere, and the fresh and sweet aroma of steamed crab overflows from the big kitchen. This is nothing new. Bitan City is near the sea, and it is not uncommon to eat crabs, but Jiang Zhen is weak and cannot stand the cold nature of crabs. So Jiang Xiaoqi seldom eats it.

He came here in the morning and met his grandparents.

Grandfather Jiang Bairu is over 90 years old. He taught at Danyang University in his early years and was a professor of the Department of Architecture. It happened that Jiang Xiaoqi was a freshman in the Department of Architecture of Danyang University.

As if by a heaven-sent coincidence, the grandparents and grandchildren, who are more than 70 years apart in age, had a great time talking. The grandfather was easier to get along with than he imagined.

My grandmother is also nearly ninety years old, and graduated from Danyang University. At that time, it was popular for wealthy families to go abroad for further studies or to be gilded.

After having lunch with the old man, Jiang Xiaoqi was taken to a bedroom in the back house to rest.

The appearance of Jingwan Villa is simple and simple, but the interior space is very considerable. It is divided into a reception area and a living area. The reception area in the shape of a round tower is connected with the rectangular living area.

This building was designed and remodeled by Jiang Bairu himself. The direct descendants of the Jiang family all have a bedroom of their own for temporary lodging and rest, and Jiang Xiaoqi also got one as usual.

He doesn't have the habit of taking a nap, so he just reads in his room, and the dinner will be at seven o'clock. Jiang Xiaoqi has a headache. This time, he not only needs to get to know the Jiang family who lead the family, but also the relatives and friends of the aristocratic family who need to recognize their faces.

And his status is embarrassing, not because he is an illegitimate child, but because of his seniority.The elder brother Jiang Xiaoteng is over 40 years old this year, and his son Jiang Yunian is [-]/[-].

It is quite embarrassing for him to call a half-old man brother, or let a peer who is not two years younger than him, or even older than him, call him uncle.

"Uncle!"

Say embarrassment, embarrassment will come.

A girl with a round face and baby fat popped out suddenly, her short hair was curled and she didn't look very mature, and there was icing on the corner of her mouth that she just ate gingerbread in the kitchen.

This girl Jiang Xiaoqi has seen before, she is the daughter of the elder sister Jiang Ye, her name is... "Yuyuan."

The chubby meatballs are easy to remember.

"That's right!" The girl was wearing an elegant little purple dress, her bare arms were not too cold: "They are all playing by the pool, there are darts, remote control machines, werewolf killers, you can come and play together too .”

"Meatballs!"

Jiang Youyuan was called away by another tall girl, and she didn't forget to wink at Jiang Xiaoqi and wave her hand, pointing in the direction of the pool.

Jiang Xiaoqi didn't want to join in the excitement of a group of middle school sophomores who called him uncle, not to mention he didn't know how to play with them.

Jiang Xiaoqi strolled along the wooden corridor to a secluded place, and a piece of ingot and maple against the wall was so brightly red that it seemed to set the night sky on fire.

He took a picture with his elder brother's new mobile phone and sent it to Jiang Zhen.

"Three with two, one left!"

Someone shouted in a subdued voice, shaking his legs in anticipation of victory.

"Wang Bang!"

"Hahahaha, dog landlord! Fuck him to death! Well done!"

"Fuck!"

"Shh!"

Among the three people in Fighting the Landlord, the one who had just sacrificed Wang Zha booed the other two, and said in a breathy voice: "Luxury jet! A 4! Give me money!"

Ding ding dong dong the sound of WeChat red envelopes.

"Come again!"

While the previous landlord was shuffling the cards, Pei Qin tucked the clothes covering the young man beside him before going to touch the cards.

Only now did Jiang Xiaoqi see clearly that there was a fourth person in the corridor.

The man curled up on the soft cushion of the rattan couch, and fell asleep with his head resting on Wang Zha's legs.

It was a very young boy, probably less than 20 years old, covered with a bright red suit jacket, very pure and rich red, contrasting with his porcelain-white complexion under the moonlight.

The boy closed his eyes, and under the eyelids, under the eyelids, the shadow of a butterfly with fine eyelashes was gently projected by the shadow of the lamp.

His hair is slightly messy, like a soft cloud, flowing on his forehead and sideburns, it must have a good touch, and it is the popular "sleeping feeling", every bend is just right.

The facial features are obscured by light and shadow, and the face is slapped, and the line of the jaw is very beautiful.

Jiang Xiaoqi's first reaction was—delicacy, the kind of delicacy that a young master who has been pampered and grown up in a honey pot can never learn.

The boy didn't wear shoes, and his legs were side by side and folded on the rattan couch. The trousers were black, and the exposed collar was also black. It was obvious that the coat covering him was not his own.

Jiang Xiaoqi glanced at Wang Zha's leg, sure enough, it turned red with anger.

Wang Bo wore a black shirt, took off his jacket and covered the boy, and reminded others not to disturb him when he was sleeping.

It feels weird, maybe it's the special hobby of playboys.

It's like how few of them don't play shuttle/ha, don't play bridge, and don't hold/poker/poker, yet they hide here to fight the landlords!

Zhou Wei fell asleep leaning on Pei Qin's lap, and didn't sense the incoherent slander coming from a few meters away.

He opened his mouth slightly, his lips looked soft and dry, Jiang Xiaoqi's eyes stayed on them for a while, and suddenly felt inexplicable embarrassment.

They are in the light, he is in the dark, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

Jiang Xiaoqi then thought that he might have caught a cold and his nose was not breathing well, so he opened his mouth a little to compensate for breathing after falling asleep, and looked silly, like a cub unaware of danger.

Jiang Xiaoqi looked away, turned and left.

At the same time, Zhou Wei opened his eyes as if aware of it, stared blankly at the dark place outside the corridor where someone had just stopped, and curled up in the red coat.

Holding the card, Pei Qin immediately leaned over to look at him, "Is it cold to sleep? Why are you so sleepy?"

Zhou Wei turned over and lay on his back, arched the back of his head on Pei Qin's not-so-thick thighs, and said in a nasal voice, "It's not cold, I'm sweating, it's uncomfortable."

"Don't take it off," Pei Qin watched him get up, and put the red coat back on Zhou Wei's body: "The cold will be severe after blowing the wind, wait for the sweat to dissipate."

The former landlord joked: "Damn it, you two! It would be great if there was a man and a woman, childhood sweethearts, golden boys and jade girls."

Zhou Wei wrapped Pei Qin's coat, stretched out his foot and kicked the opponent's knee: "Get out."

Pei Qin had a hippie smile on his face: "Why can't we do it? My brother said that Zhou and Pei's family were going to marry each other with their fingertips. When I save enough wives, I will marry him! Hahahaha——"

Neuropathy!Zhou Wei rubbed her face: "I want to take a shower, have you seen You Ting?"

Jiang Youting is the eldest grandson of Jiang Baichang's late elder brother, the oldest among them, only 23 years old, and Jiang Xiaochao's second son You Lai, who has played with them more in the Jiang family.

Jiang Youting is gentle and easy-going, while Jiang Youlai is heartless.

At this moment, the heartless man was counting cards with his fingers, when he suddenly realized, he stared at Zhou Wei: "Mo, do you think I'm dead if you're looking for him or not me?"

The name of Zhouwei is a slant, 90.00% of the people who saw it at the first sight reacted to the word "weekend", so they got a nickname "Mo".

This nickname sounds too cute, Zhou Wei doesn't care about it, let them call it.

Zhou Wei asked Jiang Youting to borrow the bathroom, and Jiang Youlai, who was right in front of him, was naturally unhappy.

Zhou Wei stretched her waist: "I can't stand your fragrance, my nose is so stuffy."

The former landlord gave out red envelopes again, and his eyelids slanted to the corner corridor not far away: "That's it, that's your third uncle?" As he said, he knocked on his knee and typed "Daddy rewarded you" in the note of the red envelope to comfort himself Jiang Youlai.

"Ah?" Jiang Youlai tilted his head on the table with a stern look: "Well, it's not more than two years older than me...Who is the uncle for the little guy! I'm his father!"

Pei Qin slapped him on the forehead with a poker: "You can! His father is your grandfather!"

Hahahaha, it was tacitly understood by everyone that Jiang Baichang was almost seven years old, and suddenly an illegitimate son in his twenties appeared, not to mention that the son was difficult to accept, and the grandson was too embarrassed to panic.

Zhou Weiren was still awake, and it took him a while to figure out who they were talking about, so he glanced over by the way.

Standing in the shadows under the corner porch, Jiang Xiaoqi has a tall and slender figure, very upright, and he is not the same as the group of good-for-nothing boys who are always out of shape.

He put his hands in his pockets, stretching from his shoulders to his heels in a straight line, standing alone like a cliff, as if he would chant "sages and sages have been poor and humble since ancient times, let alone my generation is lonely and straight!" Shan Xiao", "Comrades have worked hard!" Sentences like this.

Zhou Weixin said, um, I give full marks to this pretentious pose.

The author has something to say:

Zhou Wei: Lonely and straight?you?

Jiang Xiaoqi: Want to change me?come--

Pei Qin's inner os: Why is the same suit of clothes, he is bright red, but I am a coquettish red!