Sure enough, his intuition was not wrong, the young man in front of him was not good. Don't look at the whole time, the young man's words and deeds are as elegant as bamboo, but who is Zhang Jian? I know that the more such people are, the more difficult it is to deal with. Sometimes if you calculate others, others will be grateful to Dade.

Chu Lange picked up the tea and drank it slowly.

She waited for Zhang Jian and couldn't help but look at it.

In the end, Zhang Jian picked up the envelope, opened it and took out the letter inside, just spread out the letter, and suddenly Zhang Jian stood up, his expression was shocked! Shock, complexity, and deep sadness.

Chu Lange lowered his eyelids, not daring to touch his eyes.

Although he didn't look at her at this time, she was a little blocked in her heart and didn't dare to look at it.

Zhang Jian held the letter tightly, the hand holding the letter was trembling, and it took him a long time before he slowly put the letter and the envelope back into the sandalwood box, grabbed the sandalwood box in his hand and never let it go again, and struggled to put on a posture like a light breeze, and said in a trembling voice: "Please leave first, I will look for you later." ”

"Okay." Chu Lange stood up and walked out.

At this moment, Zhang Jian needs time to calm down.

Chu Lange had just taken a few steps, and Zhang Jian suddenly said, "Where are you staying?" ”

"Zhuo Mansion." Chu Lange replied succinctly.

Zhang Jian raised his eyes suddenly, "Which Zhuo Mansion?" ”

"General Zhuo Yilan's mansion." After Chu Lange said this, the person walked out.

Zhang Jian wanted to ask something, but he could only stop.

Now his mood is very fluctuating, and it is not appropriate to talk to anyone.

After Chu Lange left, he picked up the sandalwood box, walked into his bedroom in a bit of a hurry, and closed the door.

Chu Lange walked out of Zhang Jian's school, and his mood was very complicated.

Zhang Jian has always given her the feeling that she is very calm and indifferent, a gentleman like an orchid, and the feeling that when the sky falls, his brows will not wrinkle. But Zhang Jian lost her temper just now, or because of a letter she forged.

Chu Lange's heart gradually swelled with guilt.

Passing by a tavern, Chu Lange couldn't help but walk in and asked for a pot of wine and a few small teas. When she is in a bad mood and bored, she likes to drink a few sips of wine alone. During this time, she drank a lot.

Waiting for a pot of wine to go down, Chu Lange's mood calmed down a lot.

When I walked out of the tavern, I accidentally bumped into someone!

Bang!

A crisp, jar shattering sound.

Then the aroma of wine spreads.

A young man in fancy clothes jumped to his feet when he looked at the broken jar of wine on the ground, "I'm wine, my daughter is red!" I found it for a hundred taels of silver, and I haven't taken a sip yet. ”

"That-"

Chu Lange smelled the aroma of this wine, it was indeed a good wine.

She also felt sorry for falling like this.

But the so-called one hundred taels didn't let her listen.

Then the young man began to look at Chu Lange with his eyes, but the lethality of this look was very small, so small that Chu Lange could ignore it, after all, even if this young man was angry, he still had a frank face and clear eyes.

"Zijin, what happened?" Another man approached nearby.

When the young man in Chinese costume heard it, he immediately said angrily, "It's nothing, the wine I just got is gone." ”

Chu Lange looked up at the man who came over, and was stunned for a moment, he actually bumped into someone from the Nangong family, it was the cheap uncle Nangong Qian.