Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. Time flies, and most of the summer vacation is almost half past in the blink of an eye.

She didn't learn to drive at the driving school, Dong Hui didn't call her these days, and she didn't want to bow her head first, although she knew that this time she was at fault, she hurt Dong Hui, and she couldn't pull her face to take the initiative to contact her. Now, she didn't know if her friendship would just disappear. She also fell into deep regret.

Bo Yanxuan called again and asked her if she had made arrangements.

She is going back to her uncle's house, because there is not much time left before the start of the university, and she will step into the university gate once, which is really a feeling that she has not felt in a long time.

Yiwei also said goodbye to her family, thinking that when she left home, her mother was reluctant to cling to her, and she was also reluctant. Although dad didn't say anything, she knew that he was also a little worried about herself, and Yi Nan, her younger brother who had lived with her since she was a child, knew that she was leaving today, she

However, she also has to return to her uncle's house. She sneered. After all, she will meet Jiang Qihe's mother and daughter again. and her only brother in this world - Bo Yangyan.

She got into Uncle Zhang's car. Came to the uncle's house in D City-

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Romantic and solemn temperament, high foyer and magnificent door, round arched windows and corner stonework, full of grace and luxury, fresh and unconventional. White stucco walls combined with light red roof tiles, continuous arches and cloisters, and high windows in the living room make people feel refreshed. Elegant and exquisite, but not lacking in comfort, the porch and foyer stretch to the north and south, and the living room and bedroom are set with low windows and hexagonal viewing bay windows, blending indoor and outdoor scenes.

The white wood fence, the pointed maroon roof, the green lawn, the exotic atmosphere, the European closet in the villa, the classical style dark grid wine cabinet, the ingenuity of the design can be seen in this detail. This is a typical European-style villa, just like the uncle family in her memory, it must have not changed, and it is still luxurious, so that she was confused.

This living room is very large, the decoration is very Westernized, which may also be related to the reason why the Bo family once lived in the United States, the roof is very complicated relief, there are several huge crystal chandeliers, although it is not open during the day, but it is also glittering, full of luxury, white furniture, beige carpet, huge high-end leather sofa in front of the novel coffee table, on which there are fresh roses.

On the beige sofa facing the door, there was an old man, an old lady, sitting there with a majestic and noble atmosphere, it was Xu Fanqiu, Bo Yanxuan's mother, and the wife of Bo Jiande, the real ruler of the Bo family.

She sat on the sofa, looked at Yiwei who was at the door, and was about to get up happily to greet her.

And he, Bo Yangyan, who was leaning obliquely on the marble pillar, was lazy and lazy, and he didn't have the slightest intention of recognizing her, the sister he had just met. Just glanced at her, and then lowered his head and played with his phone, as if he didn't see her.

Yiwei looked at her only brother in the world, and felt warm in her heart, although he was still like in the previous life, a little sloppy and ignored her, but she would not be like in the previous life, because of the appearance, she misunderstood him. It wasn't until he died that he realized that he was the only person in this family who really thought about himself.

Bo Jiande, he represents the authority of the Bo family, he also wore a Tang costume today, made of silk with a blue background and a bunch of flowers, which looked very majestic on his thin body. Holding a jade pipe in his hand, with a jade wrench on his big fingers, his style is like an old lady of the Republic of China, but not the kind of old lady who teases his grandson and raises birds and flowers all day long, but the kind of old lady who waives his hand and frowns his eyebrows.

Yi Wei looked at his somewhat old face, but only those eyes were still bright, looking at Yi Wei with a bright eye, looking not like an old man in his sixties, but like a middle-aged man full of energy.

Although Xu Fanqiu is already the grandmother of several teenage girls, she still has charm, a plump round face, willow eyebrows, and apricot eyes. The hair is not dyed, it is still black from a distance, it looks like a layer of frost has fallen on it up close, the skin is fair, and the corners of the eyes and mouth have wrinkles, like laughing lines, which looks very kind.

Jiang Ruoxuan's white face, pale eyebrows, beautiful nose bridge, pale red lips, and her quiet eyes seem to have bottomless feelings like an ocean. The hem of the skirt is an arc from low to high, elegantly slightly puffed, revealing girlish white and slender legs like jade, although Yiwei knows that she is already in her thirties, but she still looks like a girl, which makes her amazed, and it is no wonder that Boyan Xuan will marry this woman home not long after Yiwei's mother passed away. She does have the capital to drive men crazy.

However, why is Jiang Qihe not here, everyone has arrived, except for her, Jiang Qihe, although she has seen her usual arrogance in H City last time.

However, in the last life, Jiang Qihe and her were in this house, and they staged a sisterly drama. Let herself be moved, later, in order to fulfill her, she would divorce Yanxu, and there are also her reasons, not her bitter pleading, she likes Yanxu, because of her appearance, so that the person who was originally engaged to Yanxu has become her Ping Yiwei, she is ashamed, how could she be so fast, so resolute regardless of her biological father's opposition, but also to divorce Yanxu.

Uncle Zhang walked up to the two old men, bent down slightly, and said, "Master, madam, Miss Yiwei is here." ”

Bo Jiande hummed and looked at Tang Rao, the expression on his face did not change, so that people couldn't guess whether he was happy or angry.

Jiang Ruoxuan hurriedly stepped forward, pulled Yiwei forward, and said, "Dad, Yiwei is here, now our family is reunited." ”

This woman is still like in the previous life, acting cowardly and winning the favor of others.

How could she expect her to return to her uncle's house, as she had heard with her own ears in the previous life, she just wanted to take away the inheritance that her mother had left her, but it was a pity that she was too naïve, and thought that this woman, her biological mother's sister, would really be good to her, after all, she was also her niece, they were related by blood.

Bo Jiande snorted, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes looked Yiwei up and down with dark eyes, nodded, and said:

"This girl is Yiwei." There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes. As if he didn't believe she was his own granddaughter.