Hearing Jue Xichen's words, Jue Litian's expression froze, and he didn't know what he thought, and a heavy grief passed through his eyes.

Yes, even he couldn't let go of himself at the beginning, and he hasn't let go of it even now, so how can he persuade others to let go?

"Second brother, do you hate him?"

Jue Xichen drank indifferently, he naturally knew who he was talking about.

"I really hate him." Jue Litian held his head, as if he was caught in a very sad memory, "But I also hate myself, why I was born in such a family!" You can't even protect your beloved! ”

"......" Jue Xichen took a few sips of wine, "Third child, go and arrange it, and go back to Z City tomorrow." ”

Jue Litian took a deep breath, he stood up, his face was long gone, the sadness just now was gone, replaced by indifference, "Got it." ”

When Jue Litian was about to walk out of the door, Jue Xichen suddenly called out to stop him.

"Third child, don't mess around."

"Second brother, I know." When the words fell, Jue Litian had already left.

Jue Xichen looked out the window, Jue's family, it's time for a change of day.

The sun shines all over the Imperial Capital Garden, and the warm air is filled with a hint of floral fragrance, which is refreshing.

Qin Nianxuan sat on the balcony, looking at the bodyguards who had been sent over to guard the outside of the villa this morning, frowning slightly.

Since she answered Jue Xichen's phone call yesterday, when she got up this morning, she found that there were a few more bodyguards outside the villa.

Jue Xichen is so worried about her? Worried she'll run away?

Heh, she is like this now, she can't escape if she wants to, and his worries are obviously unnecessary.

"Miss Qin, I've brought something." Jiang's mother came over and beckoned a few maids to put the easels and drawing boards away.

"Mother Jiang, did there be a thief in the villa last night?" Qin Nianxuan picked up the paintbrush, dipped some oil paint in the drawing plate, and asked casually while painting casually.

"Nope." Mother Jiang asked with some confusion, "Miss Qin, what's wrong?" Did you hear anything last night? ”

"Nope." Qin Nianxuan looked up at Jiang's mother, and then put her eyes on the drawing board again, "I saw that a few bodyguards were suddenly added to the villa, thinking that the thief entered the villa last night." ”

"These bodyguards are people sent by the Third Young Master, and they say that they are protecting Miss Qin."

"Protect me?" Qin Nianxuan hooked her lips, "This word does sound better than spying on me." ”

Mother Jiang lowered her head and said softly, "By the way, Miss Qin, the British side sent someone to take care of you." ”

"Over there?" Qin Nianxuan couldn't help but look at the several maids standing in the living room suspiciously, "Sent by Jue Xichen?" ”

"It's not." Mother Jiang shook her head, with a hint of sadness between her eyebrows, "It was sent by the old man of the Jue family." ”

Qin Nianxuan paused for a moment in his painting movements, and raised his head to look at Jiang's mother, "Jue Xichen agreed to let them come?" ”

"Mr. Jue did not agree." Jiang's mother said respectfully, "However, Mr. Jue should know about this matter by now." ”

Qin Nianxuan looked at the oil paint on the drawing board, and suddenly lost the interest in painting anymore, put down the paintbrush, she leaned on the sofa, and said slowly, "Mother Jiang, do you want to be so?" ”

"Little Young Master......" Hearing Miss Qin mention the little young master, Jiang's mother also had a touch of sadness on her face, but when she remembered that Mr. Jue had instructed that no one was allowed to mention the little young master in front of Miss Qin, she was immediately silenced again.

"Mother Jiang, talk to me."

"Okay."