Late at night, Jiang Liang crackled and tapped on the keyboard, his slender and white fingers were so fast that only an afterimage remained.

Ah Zhe's misfortune came too suddenly, and he had to speed up his actions to help Ning Bao find news of his relatives as soon as possible.

An's mother is even more eccentric than he imagined. Before his death, there was not the slightest trace of life, as if it had been deliberately erased.

Or rather, there is no such person as Anmu at all.

A starlight flashed in Jiang Liang's eyes, could it be that the so-called relics of An's mother were all faked?

Mother, what are the secrets that no one knows......

Early in the morning, around seven o'clock, the irritating mobile phone rings constantly. Jiang Liang lay on the bed, fumbled for his mobile phone, didn't look at it, and hung it up.

Dare to disturb his Jiang Xiaoye's dreams, is he impatient?

Those who are familiar with Jiang Liang know that he has a very serious wake-up gas. Therefore, except for 100,000 urgent things, he never dared to touch his head in the morning. Of course, the old man of the Jiang family is an exception.

The mobile phone rang persistently, Jiang Liang opened his eyes with great difficulty, and a pair of clear eyes were stained with mist, revealing a sense of innocence. The hair is messy, the skin is fair, and the bones are natural.

connected the phone, and without waiting for Jiang Liang to say anything, the other end of the phone was the first to speak.

"Brother Jiang, in two weeks it will be the seventieth birthday of the old lady of the An family, you must go to me! I know you don't like these socials on weekdays, but the birthday banquet of the An family, no matter what, you have to go through it......"

The Jiang family put the mobile phone farther away, it turned out to be a matter of the An family, no wonder the old man attached so much importance to it.

Everyone in the world is the way, the imperial capital is three-legged, and the Jiang family is the head, which are the Jiang family, the Bai family, and the South family.

In fact, it is not, and there are even hidden wealthy families who have settled down. The An family is a member of the noble clan of the Qing Dynasty, living in seclusion in the downtown area and rarely showing up.

The descendants of the An family are all dragons and phoenixes among people, and they are extraordinary. There are countless families in the imperial capital who want to tie up, after all, the An family is in the imperial capital, which is enough to compete with the Jiang family.

The Jiang family and the An family secretly had close contacts, and Jiang Liang visited him several times when he was young.

Jiang Liang lazily interrupted the old man: "I know, I will go." In his voice, it was irritability that could not be concealed.

It's a banquet again, it's a banquet again.

Jiang Liang was extremely disgusted with participating in the banquet of the upper class, for no other reason, because of women.

Disgusting woman.

Jiang Liang hates those vulgar women who dress up at banquets, and can't wait to expose their insides. All dressed up flowers and branches, like the dusty women in the green building coming out to solicit customers.

Jiang Liang sneered, the so-called business banquet, from most banquets, is not so much a cooperative conversation as a beauty pageant in the Qinglou.

Of course, a self-cultivation clan like the An family would naturally not have this situation, but Jiang Liang subconsciously rejected it.

In fact, it is very simple to avoid this phenomenon, a female companion, having a female companion, naturally solves it.

But who is Jiang Liang, who is clean and self-conscious, suffering from serious psychological disorders and body cleanliness, how could he attend a banquet with his female companion.

This is something Jiang Liang has never thought of in the past twenty years.

However, Jiang Liang bent his lips, his eyeliner was slightly raised, and his peach blossom eyes were seductive, like a goblin who had fallen into the mortal world.

Now, not necessarily.