Chapter 21 Jiang Family Old House

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Wen Xingyu thought that with Wen Jiu's personality, she would not let go of Jian Yue so quickly, otherwise she would not have to leave Beijing City for Hong Kong City.

The reason for doing this is nothing more than one word - hide!

Hide until she completely lets go of her feelings for Jian Yue and will not soften her heart and turn back because of Jian Yue's weakness.

But these should not be achieved by using another person or another relationship.

"Brother." Wen Jiu immediately understood the reason why Wen Xingyu said this, and immediately showed a speechless expression:

"I broke up, not lost my husband, do I have to be a widow for him?"

"Besides, since Jian Yue has done something wrong to me, why should I be sad about losing him, and even hurt an innocent person for him?"

"My education has not made me obsessed with a cheating scumbag. So!!!" Wen Jiu emphasized: "I really don't have any feelings for him at all." "I

left Beijing City just to go out and have fun. If it must be related to Jian Yue, it's because I don't want to give him the opportunity to entangle and disgust me."

"Do you understand this?"

Wen Jiu did give all her feelings and trust to Jian Yue when she was with him.

But since she made up her mind to separate, the feelings she gave out openly can naturally be taken back neatly.

Indecision is not her style.

"Okay, I understand." Wen Xingyu should have breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, because Wen Jiu would not lie to them.

But when she thought of Jiang Yanci who was in contact with Wenjiu, she couldn't let go of the anger.

Compared with Jian Yue, Jiang Yanci was too much more dangerous

, or it could be said that Jian Yue's methods were not worthy of Jiang Yanci.

There is a difference between flowers cultivated in a greenhouse and flowers competing for nutrients in flesh and blood.

After comforting her worried brother for a while, Wenjiu found an excuse that she was hungry and had to find food to hang up the phone.

Wen Xingyu's voice disappeared, and the empty room was left with only Wenjiu's own breathing.

She exhaled lightly. Should she ask Jiang Yanci and Qi Qin about this?

If she asked, would it be too abrupt?

As Wenjiu thought about this, her hand had already consciously opened the chat box with Qi Qin:

[Are you there, what are you doing? ]

Qi Qin, with his messy hair, looked at the message sent by Wenjiu in confusion. What does this beautiful woman want to talk to him about?

Confused in his heart, Qi Qin replied: [Just woke up. ]

Wenjiu: [I have something to ask you. 】

Qi Qin: [Ask me, I will tell you everything I know. 】

[Someone has been following me these days? But today they all disappeared. What I want to ask is, did you help me solve this problem? 】

Huh? !

Qi Qin sat up with a somersault. Someone was actually following Wen Jiu?

He frowned and soon had a guess in his mind.

After all, no one except Jiang Yanci would care about Wen Jiu like this.

He replied: [It's not me, but I think it might be Brother Yan. Or even if it's not Brother Yan, he can help you find out, why don't you go and ask? 】

Wen Jiu looked at the message in silence. Ask Jiang Yanci directly?

It's not impossible.

Anyway, she also had this plan, but she just asked Qi Qin, who seemed more enthusiastic.

Thinking of this, she was about to send a message to Jiang Yanci, but Qi Qin called directly.

"Hello?" Wen Jiu answered the phone, and Qi Qin's voice came: "It's like this, Brother Yan may be a little busy today, and may not have time to reply to your message."

"It just so happens that I'm going to find him, why don't I take you there directly?"

Listen to this sentence. Does it make sense?

Since Jiang Yanci is busy, how can he still have time to deal with her?

She thought so and asked directly.

Qi Qin slapped his head. His brain just turned on and didn't work well.

He coughed twice: "No matter how busy Brother Yan is, I still have time to see you."

After that, he confirmed weakly: "Are you going?"

The hint was too obvious.

Wen Jiu pretended not to understand, "Okay, then can you pick me up?"

The goal was achieved. Qi Qin put on his clothes and rushed out: "I'll go now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Wen Jiu stretched lazily and opened the curtains. She stood there and felt the air outside the house, then turned back to the bathroom to wash up.

Considering that Qi Qin might come quickly, she didn't pack too carefully.

Sure enough, when she just changed her clothes, Qi Qin arrived.

Wen Jiu didn't have the habit of keeping people waiting for a long time, so she put on her shoes and hurried downstairs.

When she got in the car, Qi Qin noticed that Wen Jiu didn't put on makeup today.

He did not hide his surprise: "You are so beautiful even without makeup!"

Wenjiu smiled: "I am naturally beautiful."

Wenjiu did not feel the need to be too modest about his own advantages.

Qi Qin nodded, and had nothing to say to such a self-aware person.

Half an hour later, Qi Qin's car drove into the Jiang family's old house.

The quaint gates on both sides slowly opened, and a bluestone road that could accommodate three cars abreast appeared in front of Wenjiu.

Wenjiu's eyes fell on both sides, and a row of winding corridors and pavilions were laid out. A cobblestone path on the side of the road extended along the corridors and pavilions to the end, and that was where the Jiang family's residence was located. The

single-family villa with a large area of ​​land was facing the direction of the rising sun, and it was extremely low-key and luxurious.

After the car was parked, the two of them walked for a distance, and Wenjiu smelled the light sandalwood fragrance several times on the way.

A century-old family like the Jiang family really should not be underestimated.

Whether it is the Wen family in Beijing or Wenjiu's real home abroad, they cannot stand shoulder to shoulder with the Jiang family in terms of the accumulation of family history.

Money and power can be surpassed by the latecomers, but the heritage passed down from generation to generation cannot be easily surpassed.

The two walked to the front of the villa and saw an old man wearing a Tang suit embroidered with the words "Fu Lu" standing at the door with half-bent over, and a man in his thirties kneeling beside him.

Wen Jiu's eyes swept over the two people, with doubts in his heart, but no intention of exploring.

Qi Qin stopped in front of the old man and nodded: "Mr. Zhao."

"Little Qi Qin." Mr. Zhao forced a smile at him, "Are you here to see Ah Yan?"

"Yes, I have something to do with Brother Yan." Qi Qin explained casually, his eyes swept over Mr. Zhao's pale lips and the tip of his nose covered with sweat.

"The junior will go in first."

"Go." Mr. Zhao nodded, and saw the girl standing side by side with Qi Qin from the corner of his eye, and was a little surprised.

He remembered that the boy from the Qi family was not surrounded by many girls except for being close to the little girl Mu Ling.

Whose daughter is this? To be able to be brought by Qi Qin to meet Jiang Yanci, her identity must be extraordinary.

He was thinking about Wen Jiu's identity, but he didn't notice the stiff expression of his grandson kneeling beside him when he saw Wen Jiu's appearance.

Zhao Zhexin finally knew why Jiang Yanci suddenly attacked the Zhao family. It was because of her!!

But didn't she only meet Jiang Yanci once? Why did Jiang Yanci stand up for her? Did Qi Qin fall in love with her?

Or! It was Jiang Yanci who fell in love with her! With

this possibility in mind, Zhao Zhexin silently swallowed a breath of cold air, then raised his hand and tugged at the corner of Mr. Zhao's clothes.

"Grandpa, I may know the reason why Jiang Yanci took action against my family."

Mr. Zhao was anxious: "Hurry up and tell me!"