"The last time I saw you was the Mid-Autumn Festival last year," Jiang Wei opened his face with Zhang Guozi, very serious, "Old Five, what are you busy with, why can't you even squeeze in time to come back?"

Jiang Wei dealt casually: "I'm not busy, I'm just fooling." ”

"Still in a taekwondo gym?"

At this time, Jiang Weili on the other side answered, as if joking: "Big brother, you don't know yet, she has changed careers." ”

The second room Jiang Weili has been circling in officialdom all the year round, he is a smiling tiger, and his wife Luo Changfang is a businesswoman of the Luo family, and she is also a delicate character.

"Are you back to the company?" Jiang Weikai was busy on weekdays, and he didn't ask much about the Jiang family, thinking that this fifth child had also reached a serious age, and it was time to return to the family.

Jiang Wei sipped tea and played Tai Chi: "As long as the company has a second sister-in-law, I will save myself from being an eyesore." ”

Luo Changfang laughed and said that she was talking nonsense, so she threw the topic back again: "The entertainment industry is muddy, Brother Weaver is a boy, don't worry, Will, you have to be careful." ”

Javier put the teacup down.

The couple in the second room.

"You entered the entertainment industry?" Jiang Weikai realized what she had done.

She sat lazily and didn't have a proper line: "Being an assistant to others, not an insider, just play casually." ”

"What the hell are you a girl—"

She interrupted her brother's words and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Big brother, it's rare for me to come back, so don't nag me anymore." ”

Jiang Weikai stiffened his face and didn't mention it again.

Outside, the old housekeeper Jiang Chuan came in and said, "Old lady, the little master is here." ”

When Mrs. Jiang heard this, she got up on crutches and instructed her mother-in-law beside her: "Ah Gui, go and get two small stoves to warm your hands." ”

"Yes, old lady. ”

The courtyard door was open, and a gust of winter wind poured in, and at this time, I heard people outside the house shouting 'Little Master'.

Jiang Fuxi stepped forward, waited for people to come in, took the coat dyed with wind and cold, and handed over the handkerchief for wiping his hands: "Xiaorong, go to Brother Weaving's house and get a dry dress." ”

Xiao Rong said yes.

Eori wiped his hands with a handkerchief and walked in slowly.

The door in the house was open, and the brazier was burned, many of the Jiang family's habits were a bit old-fashioned, he was afraid of the cold, and in winter, Mrs. Jiang would order someone to burn the brazier, and then put a few small stoves to warm his hands.

The old lady has passed the age of antiquity, her hair is gray, she always wears a delicate bun, she looks very energetic, but her legs and feet are a little inconvenient, and she can't walk without crutches.

"Brother Weaving, what's wrong with your hair?"

As soon as Jiang Zhi entered the house, the old lady stared at him.

Eori took the coat handed over by the servant, put it on, and replied, "It's dyed." ”

"Good and decent, why do you dye such an indecent color. The old lady looked at the blue hair, how could she still look like a son and brother of a wealthy family, and the market was very angry.

Jiang Zhi disagreed: "What's not serious?"

The old lady laughed and scolded him: "Nonsense." ”

He chose the closest place to the brazier and sat down, still feeling cold, gathered his clothes, took the tea offered by the servant, and before he could drink it, he coughed.

Coughing, the cup of tea in his hand spilled.

"Why do you cough so badly?" asked Mrs. Jiang, "What about the medicine, did you drink it on time?"

He coughed hoarsely: "Drink." ”

"What did Shiyu say?"

He covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and his eyes were red: "The medicine doesn't work very well anymore, calculate the time," his tone was indifferent, "The limit is coming." ”

Old Madam Jiang scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about!" She walked to her grandson's side on crutches and instructed her subordinates, "Don't set the meal, bring Brother Zhi'er's soup and medicinal food to his house." ”

"Yes, old lady. ”

"Fuxi, come and help Brother Weaving. ”

Jiang Fuxi stepped forward to help, but Jiang Zhi avoided it, and dragged his steps upstairs in three steps, and his coughing could be heard from a distance.

Jiang Fuxi stopped for a moment and followed upstairs.

Jiang Zhi's bedroom is on the second floor, the one with the best light, because he is not in good health, afraid of cold, the ground is covered with warm jade, Mrs. Jiang loves him, everything good things are moved to his house, and there are the most vases of calligraphy and painting.

Jiang Zhi didn't want to be helped, he lay down by himself, panting with a white face, not to mention how delicate he was.

Old Madam Jiang sat on the chair at the head of the bed: "Better?"

He said weakly: "Hmm. ”

'Hmm' and started coughing again.

The old lady was angry and distressed, helped him to follow his breath, and reprimanded him: "Don't put on this appearance to scare me, the old woman, you can't die." ”

Jiang Zhi replied coyly: "Qin Shiyu said that my internal organs are broken. ”

"It's just bad, your grandma and I can also use medicine to hang you for a breath. ”

He snorted, gasping, unable to speak.

Seeing him like this, the old lady also saved him and said: "Fuxi, you go to the kitchen to urge, why hasn't Brother Zhi'er's soup been served yet." ”

"I'll go now. After Jiang Fuxi went out, he closed the door.

After taking the people away, Mrs. Jiang said to Jiang Zhi: "Xiaolin and Fuli have become more and more unrestrained recently. ”

"Well, I heard. He wilted, and the foggy blue hair on his forehead covered his eyebrows, and there were scattered shadows falling in his pupils, a little decadent and lazy.

"This bit of ancestral business, you are tossed by the two of them, and you don't plan to come back to take over?"

He nested bonelessly: "It's cold, I can't take care of it." ”

"Just toss my old bones. The old lady was annoyed with him, and she couldn't help it, "When the spring begins, I will give you your father's share, grandma is old, one foot has entered the coffin, and the road behind you has to weave brother You go by yourself." ”

When the old man of the Jiang family left, he made a will, the ancestral property was divided into six, and the five children and the wife were one share, but they were not divided equally, and the head of the family was not selected.

The old man Jiang Weaving has been sick and has become a shopkeeper.

He didn't have a proper line yet: "I have both feet in the coffin, and I still can't die, you, there is still life." ”

The old lady laughed and scolded him for being skinny.

"It's okay to do anything else, if it's related to the Lu family, you have to do it yourself. ”

Speaking of the Lu family, Jiang Zhi became a little interested: "The Lu family took that piece of land?"

"Take it, you do it, the Lu family has taken out an extra number, and they are annoyed. Mrs. Jiang said and smiled, with a sense of comfort and happiness in her eyes that could not be hidden.

Among the four major families, the Jiang family and the Lu family are incompatible, and everyone knows it in the imperial capital, and they have been fighting openly and secretly for more than ten years, but it is unknown why they are fighting and for whom.

It's Jiang Weaving, and I don't know it.

"Grandma, tell me the truth today," he raised his eyelids and looked at the old lady, "What kind of enmity do you have with the Lu family?"

If you have to report it, you have to do it yourself.

It's really a ghost.

He joked in an indecent tone: "I heard that you, you have a good relationship with the deceased old man of the Lu family." ”

He dared to say this.

Old Madam Jiang glared at him: "When you take over the Jiang family, grandma will tell you everything." ”

He snorted and didn't answer.

"The pair of brothers of the Jin family, but you made a ghost?"

"Hmm. ”

"You don't have to worry about the rest. The old lady got up on crutches, "The person who bullied my Jiang family really killed my old woman." ”

Outside, dark clouds obscured the moon.

The ancestors of the Lu family started from jade, and the background is the same as that of the Jiang family, they are all wealthy families for several generations, and they have only begun to get involved in the pharmaceutical industry from the generation of Master Lu.

Located in the most prosperous part of the imperial capital, the Luk Tower is the tallest building in the city, and from the top floor, you can see the neon of the entire city.

"Second Miss. ”

The young girl sat in the boss's chair, squinting and napping, didn't open her eyes, and asked, "Found it?"

"The one who bids with us is indeed the little son of the Jiang family. The secretary stepped forward, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his hair was meticulously combed, "I don't know where I got the news, and I knew that our Lu clan was bound to get that piece of land, so I deliberately doubled the auction price." ”

The girl lifted her eyes.

The eyes are long, the face is small, a pair of curved eyebrows are heroic, the appearance is nine, and the temperament is very ten.

The girl is young, she looks like she is in her early twenties, she has a pair of single eyelids, her dark pupils are transparent, and there is an aura in it, but the corners of her lips are slightly raised, and she has a little more agility and cleanliness of the girl next door.

She pinched her eyebrows: "This Jiang Weaving is really annoying." Muttering, she looked down at her watch, "It's nine." ”

In the second half of the sentence, the secretary was stunned.

"His show is about to start. Then, she pushed aside the project file with an investment of more than 100 million yuan on the table and opened the radio station on the tablet.

"I like a passage from Wang Xiaobo very much, I give you my whole soul, along with its quirks, petty tempers, flickering light and dark, 1,800 kinds of bad problems. It's so annoying, only a little good, love you. ”

The male voice on the radio was warm and low, like an intoxicating wine, like the April wind, like a cello gently playing in the ear.

"Good evening, I'm Zhou Qingrang. ”

The secretary who doesn't understand the voice at all: "......"

The second lady has recently become obsessed with a radio host surnamed Zhou, what is the name of a word?

Oh, voice-activated.