The two middle-aged men glanced at each other, but the eyes of the old man were very respectful.

They closed the door and cautiously descended the steps.

A middle-aged man in his forties with gray sideburns, a Chinese face, wearing a woolen trench coat, is holding a brown paper bag with the label of a certain photo studio.

"Dad, it's such a cold day, you just stay in the house, it's not too late to practice when the temperature rises!" said another middle-aged man with a slightly round face.

The old man snorted coldly, and many ice crystals had formed on his snow-white eyebrows.

"What are you two going to ask me to help with?" said the old man.

With that, he walked towards the house.

Pushing the door in, there is a middle hall hanging opposite, and in the middle is a pair of cursive script, just written with the word Shen.

The room was very simple, with simple calligraphy and paintings, a wooden table, a few futons, and a few turquoise stones and a pot of daffodils on the shelves next to the wall.

Next to several thread-bound ancient books, there is a palm-sized photo frame, and inside is a group photo, in which is a high-spirited young man, and an old man with gray hair next to him is looking at him with a doting face.

After entering the house, the old man took a hot towel and wiped his face, then walked to the shelf, picked up the photo album, and looked at it carefully.

Among them, the round-faced middle-aged man saw this scene, his eyes turned gray, and resentment and sadness flashed through his expression.

"In previous years, this time, Toshihiko would accompany me to Xiangshan to ski, but this year he is gone, and no one accompanies me!" the old man touched the picture frame with trembling fingers as he spoke.

The middle-aged man with a national character face walked over and whispered: "Dad, people can't be resurrected after death, you mourn, Junyan's revenge must be avenged!"

Then he changed his words: "According to reliable information, that kid has come to the capital!"

The old man was stunned: "Wan Gang, what did you say?"

"The kid who killed Junyan came to Beijing, but I didn't expect him to be Jiang Shijie's grandson!" the middle-aged man added.

The old man was stunned: "Jiang Shijie, oh, it's the Wang family's in-laws?"

"That's right, it's the Jiang family who is looked down upon by the Wang family!"

"Heh, this kind of small family is really not impressive!" the old man's tone was flat, but his speech was very arrogant.

A look at the world.

The round-faced middle-aged man next to him tore open the brown paper bag in his hand and poured out a bunch of photos from it, and the person in the photo was Jiang Chen.

The content on the photo is the photo of Jiang Chen when he came out of the Yanjiao Golf Course last night.

"We received the news yesterday, and I sent someone to take a secret picture last night!"

The old man picked up the photo, looked at it, and said, "He is a Tiannan person, how did he know Zhang Hao?"

"I don't know about this yet!"

The middle-aged man with a national character face added: "This guy is really not a good stubble, as soon as he arrived at the Jiang family, his uncle was killed by him, and it is said that he has been cleaning the portal for the past few days!"

The old man paced the room with the walnut in his hand.

"If he hadn't gone abroad to act, he would have taken his dog's life and avenged my grandson, since he ran to Yanjing to die this time, I would have fulfilled him!"

......

The midwinter in Yanjing is particularly cold, but in the Maybach 62s, it is as warm as spring.

Jiang Chen sat on the leather seat with Erlang's legs crossed, swiping his mobile phone, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were very soft.

The screen freezes on a photo.

This is a photograph taken by the lake, the turquoise water, the clear blue sky, the soft green willow treetops, but none as good as the smile of the girl.

Yenching University is not a lake, and that girl is Fang Ying.

He came to Yanjing this time without informing Fang Ying, but he remembered the original agreement.

This time, I'm going to surprise her.

Zheng Xi'er, who was driving in the front row, didn't look at Jiang Chen with the mirror in the car.

It stands to reason that in the face of such a young man, with her ability, she can completely control it, but there is no room for any strategy in front of Jiang Chen.

In the face of such a big beauty, it is too late for others to feel distressed, how can she be a maid and a driver!

It's so unsympathetic!

Zheng Xi'er was driving while scolding Jiang Chen, pouting, very reluctant.

I didn't expect Jiang Chen to come coldly, are you scolding me in your heart?

Zheng Xi'er, who was frightened, lost her face, hurriedly denied it, put away her small emotions, and concentrated on driving.

Approaching the end of the year, most schools in Yenching have been closed, but Yenching University is more bizarre, and it is the latest holiday among all universities.

Today was the last day of Fang Ying's final exams in their academy, and Jiang Chen wanted to surprise her in the past.

As one of the top universities in China, Yenching University enjoys the top resources in China.

The students are not the champions of various provinces and cities, or the children of some high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and after graduation, all of them have entered the top institutions in China, and the future is bright.

Under the operation of Fang Ying's father, Fang Ying was able to successfully study at Yenching University, which also reflected the deep background of Fang Ying's father.

As a business card of the capital, Yenching University is one of the must-visit tourist attractions for foreign tourists entering Beijing.

When Jiang Chen and the others arrived, there were many luxury cars parked at the school gate, many of which were still wearing official car plates, and a few even had diplomatic license plates.

Some of the students who came out of the school were getting on the bus with their luggage, and at a glance they knew that they were here to pick them up.

The Maybach 62S that Jiang Chen rode in was just released this year, and there were no more than 10 in the entire Yanjing City.

For a while, Jiang Chen and the others became the focus, and the crowd looked at them one after another.

Parking under a tree on the side of the road, Zheng Xi'er got out of the car first, and then helped Jiang Chen pull the car door.

A bewitching and extremely attractive beauty, working as a driver for a young man, and then a luxury car of more than 10 million, instantly aroused everyone's curiosity.

Far away, but Jiang Chen's hearing is different from ordinary people, and he can still hear it very clearly.

The men's eyes were like rays, scanning Zheng Xi'er's bewitching figure, eager to swallow her alive, and those women were talking about which family's son this was, and so on.

The two were about to enter the school when there was a roar from the street opposite.

In an instant, the entire street was filled with the roar of motors, and within seconds, a convoy of Ferrari sports cars drove up, then slowly lined up one after another, stopping next to the school.

Jiang Chen glanced at it, it was all red Ferrari 488, and the license plate number was also extremely stylish, either 6 or 8 or 9, all of which were auspicious numbers.

The appearance of the convoy immediately took the attention away from Jiang Chen.

The car door opened, and a group of handsome guys, in their 20s, tall and big, all of them were rich and handsome, with oily hair and unruly faces.

It's a bit nondescript that after these people get out of the car, no one has a bouquet of roses in their hands, and they want to be married.

The boy in the first car got out of the car and said with a mouthful of Beijing films: "I'll come according to the previous plan later, the little girl will definitely agree to be my girlfriend when she sees this formation!"

(End of chapter)