Today's Lantern Festival, other families are busy gathering together to send off the New Year, but the Ji family didn't even have a table of people to eat, it was late at night, but the downstairs lobby was brightly lit and crowded.

Ji Zheng followed Ji Rong downstairs, in addition to Ji Xun and the old man, a few women in the house who were scratching their heads and posing and the uncle of the Ji family were all there.

This posture is very similar to two years ago, when the Ji family joined forces to tie up Ji Zheng and throw him in prison.

Thinking of some old things in prison, Ji Zheng clenched his cigarette the tip of his tongue against his mouth, and raised his brows slightly.

He has always been very wild, he hasn't seen him for two years, and he has added a lot of gangsterism to his body, and when he raised his eyebrows, he made the group of people sitting there tense their bodies.

No one thought that this wolf cub would come back alive and unscathed after entering the prison.

The wolf cub became a wolf after two years, and this time when he came back, I don't know how many people he had to bite to death.

A room full of people had their own ghosts, but Ji Zheng was frank, and walked to the Taishi chair beside the old man and sat down.

The men present all wore long braids, wore robes and horse coats, the gowns were embroidered with dark lines with good colored threads, and a piece of literary play was decorated around the waist, showing their identity, but Ji Zheng was the only one wearing a suit.

The suit is dark blue, very obediently wrapping his strong waist, with a vest of the same color inside, and a white shirt inside, the top two buttons of the shirt are not buttoned, revealing a small piece of copper-colored texture, revealing wildness, which is incompatible with the people in the room, but when it is worn on Ji Zheng, no one dares to say anything wrong.

It's just a matter of wearing a suit, Ji Zheng also cut his hair, the waist-length hair that was braided before was cut into board inches, and the hair quality was very hard, like him, it made people panic.

Several uncles sank their faces, secretly exchanged glances, and scolded angrily in their hearts: Rabbit cubs, dare to cut off the lifeblood left by the ancestors, it's really unusual!

Ji Zheng sat there with Erlang's legs crossed, and he was clear about the small movements of these people, and nodded the tip of his shoe: "What code is the second uncle talking to the third uncle, why don't you say it and ask me to hear it?" ”

Ji Zheng directly broke the silence in the room, and several uncles sat up straighter, not daring to face Ji Zheng, and only looked at the old man with blank eyes.

"Are you all here?"

The old man opened Chrysostom, Ji Xun stood beside the old man, his eyes swept around the lobby, and replied respectfully: "It's here." ”

He swept this circle just to go through the motions, in fact, everyone had already arrived, just waiting for Ji Zheng alone.

The old man nodded and understood, took a sip of the ginseng tea in his hand, and spoke again after making a sufficient posture: "I called you here today to talk about the second child." ”

He didn't say what the specific matter was, put the teacup aside, and Ji Xun immediately took over the conversation and asked Ji Zheng with full tacit understanding: "Second brother, how long do you plan to stay at home when you come back this time?" ”

"I finally came back, and I didn't plan to leave."

Ji Zheng said lightly, he had just smoked, and his voice was a little hoarse, like scrub, which made people uncomfortable to hear.

Hearing that he was going to stay, a woman couldn't hold it steady at first, and exclaimed: "You can leave when you say go, and you will come back when you say you will come back, what will you do with the Ji family?" ”

When a cigarette reached his head, Ji Zheng put the cigarette on the armrest of the chair and extinguished it.

The chair is made of fine yellow pear, which has been used for nearly 100 years, and the smooth and rounded armrests have been burned by cigarette butts with a small scar.

Ji Zheng bent his eyes and smiled wickedly: "Lao Tzu is willing, does the fifth aunt have an opinion?" ”

The old man was still sitting there, he dared to call himself Lao Tzu, and several uncles couldn't sit still, so they slapped the table and stood up, wanting to point at his nose and scold the unfilial son, but saw that Ji Zheng was unhurried and took out a black thing from his waist and aimed it at them.

"Sit down, I don't like to look up at people!"