In a high-rise building in the imperial capital, a man wearing a black robe with a scar about five centimeters on the lower eyelid hurried to an office.

"What's the matter?" a middle-aged man sitting in an office chair was reading a book and looked up at the person who had rushed into the office.

"The master of the door, the black robe was killed. Scar Man said with some excitement.

"What did you say?" the middle-aged man slammed to his feet, grabbed the scar man's collar with both hands, and yelled in disbelief.

"The door... The door master" Scar Man swallowed his saliva: "The soul card of the black robe was shattered just now. ”

"Check, go check it out for me now. The middle-aged man slapped the table and shouted.

The scar man said, "Yes." ”

Scar then exits the office.

After the middle-aged man sat down, he wondered who killed the black robe, but he didn't think for a long time.

On Jiang Chen's side, Xi Wei hugged An Shuang: "Ma Ma." ”

Jiang Chen looked at An Shuang affectionately: "Sister An Shuang, is she my daughter?"

Although he already knew, he wanted to hear her answer herself.

An Shuang looked at Jiang Chen and nodded, although she had been in a coma for the past few days, she saw Jiang Chen's shadow in her dream.

I dreamed of a vague shadow falling in front of the flower shop that I had just rented not long ago.

I dreamed that the shadow was lying on the bed of the flower shop, and his face was pale, which was very terrifying.

I dreamed of that shadow and the bits and pieces of my life in the flower shop.

When he woke up for the first time just now, Jiang Chen coincided with that shadow.

"And what is her full name?" Jiang Chen was a little at a loss, clasping his hands together and rubbing them.

"An Xiwei, with my surname, you don't have any opinions, right?" An Shuang rubbed Xiwei's little head and said softly to Jiang Chen.

"No, no comment. Jiang Chen has no prejudice against surnames, and he can do anything with the surnames of both his parents.

An Shuang looked at Jiang Chen with a calm face, but his eyes were full of joy.

"Ahem. "An Shuang has just recovered from a serious illness, and her body is a little weak.

"Are you alright? Come, Xiwei come over and let Mom lie down first. Jiang Chen whispered to Xi Wei.

Jiang Chen first helped An Shuang to lie down, and then hugged Xiwei and prepared to go out.

An Shuang saw that Jiang Chen was leaving, and grabbed Jiang Chen with her weak hand: "Jiang Chen, don't you go, okay?"

Jiang Chen bent down and smiled: "Sister Anshuang, I won't leave now, you haven't eaten for a few days, I'll go to the kitchen to make you some medicinal food to eat." ”

"Uh-huh. An Shuang immediately let go of her hand and lay on the bed with her eyes closed.

Jiang Chen walked behind the screen with Xiwei in his arms, turned to look at An Shuang, who had his eyes closed, and then walked out of the room with the well-behaved Xiwei.

Xiwei may be young without the company of her father, and she is more sensible than children of the same age, except for when she first saw Jiang Chen and just woke up, she cried for a while, very quiet.

Jiang Chen, under the guidance of Xiwei and the servants of the An family, came to the kitchen in a hurry, and the kitchen was very lively at this time.

There were also a few servants serving food from the kitchen.

"This gentleman, is there anything wrong?" A chef in the kitchen saw Jiang Chen coming in with Xiwei in his arms, and hurriedly asked him what he meant.

"Oh, please help me with that yam and rice, and help me get a casserole, thank you. Jiang Chen said to the chef with a sincere face.

"This..."Although the chef saw Jiang Chen holding Xiwei, he also knew that Xiwei was the child of the An family, but he was not easy to decide what was in the kitchen, and he was a little in a dilemma.

"Uncle Chef, I'm going to cook for me. Xiwei's immature voice warmed people's hearts.

At this time, An Nanjing also walked in: "Xiwei, what are you going to do!"

"Uncle, Baba wants to cook for Ma Ma to eat!" Xiwei saw his uncle coming, and turned his head to look at An Nanjing.

"Sister... Jiang..."An Nanjing didn't know what to call Jiang Chen.

"Call me Jiang Chen or Brother Chen. Jiang Chen saw An Nanjing's embarrassment.

"Well, then call you Brother Chen. An Nanjing replied, and then looked at the chef: "Please give him everything that Brother Chen wants." ”

"Okay, Second Young Master. After the chef answered, he went to find what Jiang Chen wanted.

"What are you doing in the kitchen?" Jiang Chen was curious about the reason why An Nanjing came to the kitchen.

"Isn't it my dad and Uncle Li drinking in the living room, let me come to the kitchen to urge the dishes. An Nanjing said helplessly.

"Uh, okay. Jiang Chen saw the chef bring everything over: "Nanjing, you hug Xiwei first, and I'll cook porridge for your sister." ”

"Good. An Nanjing took Xiwei and walked to the chair where he was resting, and the two nephews and uncles started laughing.

Jiang Chen looked at the nephew and uncle while playing, thinking that Xiwei and An Nanjing should be the closest people besides An Shuang.

The yam and rice were poured into the casserole, and the water began to mobilize the aura in the Anjia Manor to gather into the casserole.

Then turn on a low heat and slowly boil, Jiang Chen walked to An Nanjing's side.

"Xiwei, come, dad hug. Jiang Chen hugged Xiwei and said, "Xiwei, do you want to go out with your father?"

Although Xiwei had a look of hope on his face, he said with some loss: "Yes, but Ma Ma doesn't allow Xiwei to go out." ”

"It's okay, I'll tell my mother to promise that Xiwei can go out with her father, okay?" Jiang Chen looked at Xiwei with some distress.

I more or less know the reason why An Shuang didn't let her out.

"Really? yes! Xi Wei kissed Jiang Chen's cheek happily.

"Wood. Jiang Chen also kissed Xiwei's pink face, and then carried her into the kitchen.

Jiang Chen opened the casserole and saw that the porridge was almost cooked, so he was ready to pick up the casserole with one hand.

Seeing this, An Nanjing stepped forward: "Brother Chen, I'll come." ”

As he spoke, he took a bowl and put it on the stove, and Jiang Chen took two steps back.

An Nanjing slowly poured the porridge into the bowl, and after most of the bowl, there was still some in the casserole, so he took another bowl and poured it into it.

An Nanjing held the two bowls in his hands, Jiang Chen took out three spoons from the tableware next to him, and then walked forward, An Nanjing followed behind.

Walking to An Shuang's room, Jiang Chen opened the door, and An Nanjing brought two bowls of porridge to the table in the room.

The room has been cleaned up by An Lihui.

An Nanjing was ready to leave.

"Don't go yet, help me feed Xiwei, Xiwei can't finish eating, you can eat." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"It's... What's so embarrassing about this?" An Nanjing scratched his head.

"It's nothing, Xiwei, go and sit down on a chair and let your uncle feed you. Jiang Chen put Xiwei on the ground and put two spoons into a bowl.

Holding another finger bowl, he walked around the screen to An Shuang's bed.

"Sister Anshuang, wake up, it's time to eat. Jiang Chen put the bowl on the stool, and then called An Shuang softly.

An Shuang slowly opened her eyes, Jiang Chen hurriedly helped An Shuang to sit up, sat on the edge of the bed by herself, let her lean on herself, and picked up the porridge on the stool with her other hand and began to feed her.

After An Shuang ate the porridge, her face was more ruddy than just now.

An Shuang also felt that something in his body was unconsciously running along the meridians, and Jiang Chen had stimulated An Shuang's bloodline through external force, which awakened An Shuang's bloodline.

However, now An Shuang's body is relatively weak, and he can't fully withstand the awakening of the bloodline, Jiang Chen's bowl of aura porridge makes An Shuang's meridians more solid.

So that the exercises can operate on their own, and the power of the bloodline can slowly fill the whole body, allowing her to recover slowly.

Outside the screen.

An Nanjing scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and fed it to Xiwei's mouth, he almost couldn't help but want to eat, but thinking that it was not good for him to grab food with children, he resisted the urge to grab food.

Watching Xi Wei eat, An Nanjing swallowed his saliva involuntarily.

"Uncle, I'm full. Xi Wei patted his little belly, which was a little supportive.

"Well, good. An Nanjing still complained a little when Jiang Chen asked him to settle the rest.

I actually got leftovers.

Looking at the bowl with half a bowl of porridge, he sighed in his heart.

This little guy finally stopped eating, knowing that he loved his uncle, and he still kept so much.

Immediately threw the spoon, picked up the bowl with one hand and sent it to his mouth, completely ignoring the appearance of eating, Xi Wei watched An Nanjing drink porridge and giggled.

But then An Nanjing was stupid.

shouted: "Brother Chen, are you harming me?"

After finishing speaking, he put Xiwei on the ground, and hurriedly suppressed his cultivation without caring about anything else.