Night falls.

Yangcheng.

As one of the top three cities in the country's economy, Yangcheng is no weaker than Donghai City. If Donghai City is an international metropolis, then Yangcheng should be a gathering place for national elites. According to incomplete statistics, more than half of the residents of Yangcheng are immigrants. Because the industrial scale of Yangcheng ranks first in the country, many people in China go to Yangcheng to work and seek a place to eat.

The South Sea Coast is the name of a luxury villa area.

Although there is no real coast, in the center of the villa area, there is an artificial beach and a man-made lake, the turquoise water gently ripples with the evening breeze, and the tumbling waves gently lap on the beach, making a gurgling sound of water.

At this time, an RV drove in from the gate of the Nanyang coast and drove along the flat road to the depths of the villa complex. There, there is a mansion that covers thousands of acres and is brightly lit.

The RV arrived outside the mansion and was greeted by two security guards in suits. Seeing Jiang Han outcropping out of the car window, the demeanor of the two immediately became respectful, called 'Young Master Jiang', and then waved towards the security room.

Suddenly, an iron gate three meters high and more than six meters wide opened from the middle and slowly moved to both sides, revealing a quiet road.

Inside the mansion, there are several villas in different styles, European, Gothic, and even a historic courtyard house. Winding bluestone-paved paths run through it, seven vertical and eight horizontal, connecting each villa.

In the middle of several villas, there is also a huge fountain, and columns of water gush from the ground into the air, forming countless water arcs, intertwined with each other, condensing into a beautiful picture.

Around the fountain, more than a dozen security personnel walked back and forth, patrolling the safety outside the villa.

The RV drove through the layers of checkpoints all the way to the very center of the mansion, and stopped outside the courtyard. The two security guards guarding the door immediately stepped forward, took the initiative to pull the car door, stood sideways, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Young Master Jiang." ”

Jiang Han looked at Nan Rong Wanqing in the car expressionlessly, and ordered: "Qiu Wu, Qiu Wen, take people to the living room." Sister-in-law, come with me, let's go to the study to meet the master of the house first. ”

Getting out of the car, Jiang Ying looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around her, looking a little excited. After twenty years of absence, she is finally back. Before she knew it, her eyes were reddening and tears were glistening.

"Sister-in-law. Jiang Han saw her standing there motionless, and urged impatiently.

"Come, come!" Jiang Ying came back to his senses and hurriedly followed his footsteps. Thinking of meeting the head of the family later, her heart became inexplicably uneasy.

Entering the courtyard, Jiang Ying followed Jiang Han's steps and came to the outside of a study with a light on. At the door, an old man in his sixties stood against the wall, wearing a Mao suit, with a clear face, standing with his hands down.

As Jiang Ying approached, the old man raised his head slightly, his cloudy eyes gradually brightened, and his voice trembled a little: "Yes...... Is it Miss Two?"

"Uncle Liu?" Jiang Ying looked overjoyed, and hurriedly walked up, with tears in his eyes, holding his old hands tightly, "Uncle Liu, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still the same." ”

Jiang Han frowned slightly, and said, "Uncle Liu, if you have time, you can catch up with the old days, let's come to see the head of the family, and the trouble will be passed on." ”

"Yes. Uncle Liu answered, turned around and pushed the door in.

A few minutes later, Uncle Liu came out of the house and bowed to the two of them, "Go in, the master is waiting for you." ”

Looking at Jiang Han, who had entered the house first, Jiang Ying stood outside the threshold, trying to calm his mood.

"Second Miss, go ahead. ”

Under Uncle Liu's encouraging eyes, Jiang Ying nodded and walked into the study.

In the bright study, there is a bookcase in front of each of the four walls, densely packed with books. Next to the desk made of pear blossom wood, there was an old man, about seventy years old, full of silver hair, dressed in a cyan Tang suit, with a square face, two thick eyebrows slightly raised, with a momentum of not being angry and arrogant. Although he is past his old age, the years have not left too many traces on his face, with a childish face and crane hair, bright eyes, and a full of light.

At this moment, he was holding a book in his hand and looking at it intently, as if he hadn't noticed the two extra people in the study.

Looking at that familiar face, Jiang Ying couldn't help but lower her head, her body was tense, and she didn't dare to take a breath.

"Family Master!" Jiang Han shouted respectfully with a smile on his face.

The old man didn't raise his head and said, "People are coming?"

"I only brought Nan Rong Wanqing. She wouldn't cooperate, so I resorted to a little trick. ”

"Where's Nam Rong-ho?"

"Master, don't mention that useless waste, it's a waste of time to bring it back. ”

"You go out first. ”

Jiang Han glanced at Jiang Ying beside him and responded, "Yes." With that, he turned and exited the study.

After he left, the old man put down the book in his hand, raised his eyes lightly, and looked directly at Jiang Ying, his eyes flashed, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Home...... The head of the house ......" The corners of Jiang Ying's lips opened slightly, and she spit out two words with some difficulty.

The old man snorted lightly and said coldly: "I haven't seen you for more than 20 years, is it so difficult to call me Shengd?"

Jiang Ying's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "No, no, I ......"

"Alright. The old man waved his hand and cut off her words, "The past is over, I don't want to bring it up again, it's not easy for you to live in the past 20 years, stay at home in the future." ”

"Thank you, Dad, thank you. Jiang Ying's face was full of excitement.

"Let's go, accompany me to meet the evil girl of the Nanrong family. The old man stood up and strode out of the study.

The living room of the courtyard house has smooth marble floors, a snow-white ceiling with huge crystal lamps, and elegant oil paintings and landscape paintings on the walls. In addition to the luxurious decoration, the various furniture is also full of luxury.

Around the living room, there are several young and delicate female attendants standing against the wall, waiting for the master's call at any time.

Accompanied by Jiang Ying, the old man walked into the living room, and his eyes were immediately attracted by Nan Rong Wanqing in a wheelchair. Looking at her beautiful face, the old man suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, and he was stunned for a while.

"Qing'e ......"

Hearing the old man's muttering, Jiang Ying reminded softly: "Dad, she is my sister's daughter Wanqing, not my sister." ”

At the mention of the word 'daughter', the old man's face was suddenly covered with frost, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes, and he walked straight to the sofa in front of Nan Rongwanqing.

After taking his seat, he glanced at Jiang Han, who was already waiting in the living room. The latter understood, took out a bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and sent it to Nan Rong Wanqing's nose.

The pungent fishy smell came, and Nan Rong Wanqing, who was in a coma, immediately woke up.