Yan Junze's face was extremely solemn.

His concentration did not move the chopsticks, so that Tang Mi glanced at him, as if he was in her house, "Why don't you eat?" ”

Yan Junze came back to his senses, chuckled at Tang Mi, and then started to eat.

Long Yi glanced at the two of them, did not say a word or smile, and calmly ate his own things.

After breakfast, Tang Mi didn't have any intention of leaving the Yan family's mansion, and Yan Junze also wanted to wait for his father to wake up.

Long Yi didn't leave, he was in front of them at any time, either sitting or standing.

After noon, the servant came to say that the old man had woken up.

Tang Mi raised her eyebrows slightly, and watched Yan Junze go towards Yan Minghui's master bedroom, and she followed slowly.

Long Yi immediately followed.

Walking into Yan Minghui's bedroom, Tang Mi saw that Steward Xu was helping Yan Minghui to sit down on the sofa. And Yan Minghui's spirit is also better, it seems that he has slept enough.

The three of them came in, and after Yan Minghui sat down, he glanced at them, his gaze stayed on Tang Mi's face for a second, and then fell on Yan Junze's body.

"What to do at home, the group doesn't want it."

The tone was indifferent, making Yan Junze tuck at the corners of his mouth. In my father's eyes, the future of the group was more important than anything else.

Such words always lead to a strange relationship between father and son.

Yan Junze wanted to do his son's filial piety, but since a few years ago, he has been forced by his father to manage the group.

"I'm your son, my father is unwell, I don't care, I only care about the company?" Yan Junze complained in his heart, complaining that his father often prevented him from getting close to him.

In the past, he complied, and even because of his mother's death, he didn't want to stay with his father longer. But now, my father is old, and my mother is ...... He also passed away for many years.

He wants to take care of his father more, but he still hopes that his father can live a long life, and hopes that the relationship with his father will be good when there are three families.

But in my father's eyes, the company is still important.

When Long Yi heard this, he immediately said, "Uncle, brother is also worried about your body. ”

Yan Minghui glanced at Long Yi, "I'm just insomnia, and I'm not seriously ill, so I don't need my son to die immediately." ”

These words made Yan Junze's heart low, and a twitching smile on his face.

Maybe he was really unhappy, he immediately moved to go out, and he didn't forget to look at Tang Mi and call her, "Go." ”

But at this time, Yan Minghui said, "Tang Mi stays, I have something to say." ”

Tang Mi ignored Yan Minghui.

When Yan Junze frowned and doubted, Tang Mi responded to Yan Minghui, "Okay." ”

After Yan Junze looked at his father solemnly, he may have asked him not to leave a step in his temper, so he didn't call Tang Mi anymore and went out.

Long Yi frowned slightly, but he didn't go out with Yan Junze to comfort him, but chose to stay still.

Yan Minghui's face was indifferent, and he looked at Long Yi, "You stay and go, what do you want." ”

How could Long Yi not understand that his uncle was here, and he was not welcome at the moment. Immediately smiled and turned to go out.

In the house, at this time, only Steward Xu was still there, but he was not driven away.

How could Tang Mi not understand that she and Yan Minghui would still have something to say.

The space was quiet, Yan Minghui looked at Tang Mi, his brows furrowed, and he became cold, "It's you, right?" ”

Tang Mi stood there and replied indifferently, "I don't know what my uncle meant?" ”

"The shadow that appeared in my window last night......" Yan Minghui's voice was deep and his face was cold.

Tang Mi smiled coldly, "What is my uncle talking about, when I went back to the room last night, I slept very deeply." ”

Shen Zi, she especially accentuated her tone. The meaning of her tone, of course, she understood it very well, and it was even more alarming to Yan Minghui, she knew what he did - a strange fragrance in Yan Junze's bedroom.

Her words just made Yan Minghui think that she was making excuses for herself and refuting them. Not believing it, she slept all night without flashing through her window.

Yan Minghui didn't believe it, she didn't have hatred for herself in her heart.

Looking coldly at the woman in front of him, Yan Minghui saw two figures. The shadow on his body, no matter which one it was, he was slightly afraid.

Since last night, and even a few days ago, he was never timid, but he was panicked.

Tang Mi's answer, Yan Minghui did not listen, but still condensed in his heart. Not mentioning the shadow that flashed through the window last night, he was worried about the confusion in his heart, and asked her again, "Ten years ago, it was you, right?" It's you, Tang Mi, isn't it? ”

Tang Mi frowned, there was a slight surprise in her eyes, but her tone was light, "Mi'er really doesn't know what her uncle is asking, can you explain it clearly." ”

Yan Minghui didn't immediately explain what he was asking, and after his eyes flashed complicated, there was a moment of hesitation.

"I'll show you something." Suddenly, he changed the subject.

Tang Mi was slightly surprised, but asked calmly, "What are you looking at?" ”

"A calligraphy and painting." Yan Minghui said coldly, and then looked at Steward Xu.

Steward Xu took a step closer and helped Yan Minghui up with understanding the meaning.

After Yan Minghui got up, he said lightly, "Come with me, in my study." ”

Tang Mi frowned: "Just looking at the sub-calligraphy and painting, it's that simple?" ”

"What are you worried about?" Yan Minghui said indifferently and turned around, "Follow me." ”

Tang Mi's eyes slid cautiously, and after hesitating for a second, she still followed. She wanted to know what kind of medicine the old man was selling in the gourd.

After walking up the stairs in the east corridor, Tang Mi followed him into the study.

Steward Xu didn't go in, just waited outside.

Walking in the door, Tang Mi was a little respectful, the study layout was really big, bigger than the study room of Yan Junze's halfway villa, and the eyes were rows of bookcases against the wall, and the bookcases were full of books.

I was shocked in my heart...... Tang Mi thinks that she doesn't know enough about Yan Minghui.

I really can't see Yan Minghui's knowledge, thinking that he is just a lucky person who once started by selling antiques.

Pulling back her thoughts, Tang Mi looked at Yan Minghui with a cold face, "What about the things I want to see?" ”

Yan Minghui smiled indifferently, walked to a row of bookshelves, opened a cabinet under the bookshelf, and took out a picture scroll.

Tang Mi looked at Yan Minghui suspiciously, and then opened it on the desktop in the study.

Take a look when you come.

She took a few steps closer to the table.

The picture scroll spread out, there was no painting, what Tang Mi saw was a pair of words, an ancient poem.

It is in the Qinyuan Spring of the Ancient Song Dynasty.

In the temperament, there is the sum of the saints, and it is born in the morning. In the middle of the third spring, the second was broken, and the hundred years of Qi were divided equally. The jade forest is deep, the scattered flower nunnery is small, and there is a natural body. The poem is like, like Suzhou is far away, and Yufu is fresh.

Green shoes, cloth socks, black scarf. Try to go to Rongxi and ask for it. There is a petal of heart incense, a heart voice, and a love of Ai, with longevity Lingchun. The robbery lasts forever, endlessly, and Ning is deeply rooted in autumn and spring. Talk about me, the two elders of the wind flow, and look for alliances year after year.

A pair of ancient poems, and it's not an antiquity, but it's just the handwriting of a modern person's brush.

For a while, Tang Mi was full of doubts, and Yan Minghui asked her to see what she was doing here.

Yan Minghui, who was looking at Tang Mi's expression, asked her lightly, "Have you ever read this poem seriously?" ”

Tang Mi's eyes swept him coldly, "I haven't looked at it seriously." ”

After replying to Yan Minghui's words, the corners of her mouth raised a sneering arc, "Is Uncle Yan here to teach me to read and write, or do you think that when I was in school, I didn't learn ancient poetry well?" ”

After clasping her hands on her chest, Tang Mi no longer stared at the scroll, let alone Yan Minghui, and sneered, "Or does my uncle think that I should continue to study more and study literature?" Don't get involved in the hatred of your and my family relationship?! ”

Yan Minghui didn't mind her words, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, his face was indifferent, and he slowly recited a sentence in this ancient poem: "The robbery lasts forever, and the life is endless......"

Tang Mi ignored it, and chuckled even more, Yan Minghui and her came to discuss the behavior of ancient poetry.

Reading this, Yan Minghui glanced at Tang Mi, wanting to see the heretic look in her expression. However, Tang Mi gave him the feeling that he didn't seem to care about this poem.

"I think this poem is very meaningful, and I like this calligraphy ......," Yan Minghui said to himself.

Tang Mi still didn't turn her eyes sideways, and her face was full of impatience.

Yan Minghui frowned and chuckled, and glanced at her, "This calligraphy and painting is for you." ”

These words were immediately rejected by Tang Mi indifferently and ruthlessly, "I don't need to." ”

Yan Minghui smiled again, "Can't you see your father's handwriting?" ”

These words made Tang Mi's face solemn, her heart shocked, and she instantly lowered her waist and looked at the calligraphy on the scroll seriously.

After looking carefully, she saw the difference, and saw that it seemed to be really from her father's hand.

In an instant, her eyes were hazy with tears.

When she raised her eyes, she looked cruel, "Why do you have my father's things." ”

And she has no legacy of her father's calligraphy and handwriting.

Because, when she was a child, once at night, Tang Mi saw her father burn all her calligraphy and paintings in the yard.

After that, she never saw her father use a brush again.

Yan Minghui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled lightly, "When I was young, I was also a good calligrapher, and I still admired the handwriting of the Tang Dynasty at that time, so I asked him for a pair." ”

"That's what your uncle gave you. Uncle knows that you cherish your father's things, so I won't have them alone, so you can take them. ”

Tang Mi's heart rippled, and she stroked the paper lightly at the moment. When the tears slid down her cheeks, she immediately wiped them away, for fear that they would fall on the paper and become mixed with the font.

Father's relics, how precious they are, they can't be destroyed.

Yan Minghui couldn't see Tang Mi's misery and sadness in his eyes at this time, but he was full of suspicion.

"Take it." He said it again.

Tang Mi couldn't hear his words, her consciousness was already in her emotions, but she was already rolling up the picture.

When he went out, Steward Xu was waiting at the door.

Although he saw Tang Mi's emotions, Steward Xu didn't ask much.

After watching Tang Mi go downstairs and leave, Steward Xu walked into the study.

Yan Minghui sat on the chair next to the table, his eyes were deep.

"Sir." After Steward Xu said a respectful word, Yan Minghui glanced at him and ordered coldly, "Tell Ju Kaitai to carefully check whether Tang Mi has returned to China half a month after going abroad ten years ago." ”

Steward Xu nodded, "I'll call now." ”

As he spoke, Xu Liang took out his mobile phone, dialed Ju Kaitai, and after connecting there, he explained Ju Kaitai according to Yan Minghui's original words.