The queen's wife is too sultry

When we got off the plane, a biting cold wind hit our face.

The wind was so strong that Jiang Lifeng was suffocated for a moment.

Jiang Jingting, who was walking in front, stopped and looked back at him, "Are you all right?"

Jiang Lifeng shook his head, wrapped his coat tightly around his body, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, let's go."

Jiang Jingting stared at him, his black eyes were cold and distant, and when his eyes fell on the man, the coldness he brought was comparable to the biting wind in London.

He opened his thin lips lightly, "I'll see Grandpa later, I hope you don't mention Ye Zhen."

"why?"

"You should know how complicated the Jiang family is. If grandpa knows about her existence, not only will she not benefit, but she will even cause trouble."

Jiang Lifeng didn't seem to expect him to bring up this matter suddenly, he closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Of course, I don't want my daughter to have anything to do with the Jiang family."

Jiang Jingting hooked his lips imperceptibly, "It would be great if you could think that way."

Just as he was about to turn around and get into the car, Jiang Lifeng suddenly asked:

"Wait, you saved me... Really just for your grandpa?"

The person in front didn't turn around, he turned his head to the side, with a three-dimensional and cold profile, and said lightly: "Get in the car, don't keep grandpa waiting for a long time."

Jiang Lifeng squinted his eyes, looking at Jiang Jingting's indifferent handsome face, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, but he didn't know where it came from.

He attributed this strange feeling to the meeting with Jiang Tingyue, so he didn't care. The bodyguard opened the car door for him, and he got into the car without the slightest hesitation.

On the way to Jiang's house, the luxurious car was warm and comfortable, but it was always silent.

Jiang Jingting closed his eyes for a nap, the fundus of his eyes was a little blue, inadvertently revealing his tiredness.

Jiang Lifeng also had a taciturn and indifferent temperament, the two of them remained silent all the way, letting time pass by slowly.

After a while, the car stopped steadily, and the door was opened by the bodyguard.

Jiang Jingting got out of the car, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he said casually: "Mother and father are not here, only grandpa is at home."

Jiang Lifeng nodded slightly and followed behind him, not surprised by his arrangement.

The housekeeper Diego went out to collect supplies early in the morning. In the huge English-style mansion, there was no other person except Jiang Tingyue who was resting on the second floor.

Jiang Lifeng stopped in the living room, looked around, his indifferent eyes swept over the expensive and delicate utensils one by one, and he curled his lips coldly:
"I remember the burned-down house in the United States. All the decoration and furnishings are almost the same as here."

"Well, doesn't that just mean that grandpa still misses you all these years."

He said he was thinking about it, but Jiang Jingting didn't have any warmth in his eyes.

"Let's go, grandpa is in the study."

Jiang Lifeng stared at his back, and after a while, raised his heel to follow him.

The originally calm heartbeat gradually began to speed up during the short distance of only a few tens of meters, and the moment Jiang Jingting opened the study, it suddenly returned to calm.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

"You boy, what do you want to call me back? I—" the hoarse and vicissitudes of voice suddenly stopped.

Jiang Lifeng looked at that astonished face, his thoughts were in a trance for a while.

When he asked George to take him away decades ago, he never thought that he would meet Jiang Tingyue in this way decades later.

Jiang Tingyue's illegitimate son, Jiang Yansen's never-acknowledged younger brother.
All the memories that disgusted him became clear at the moment when the eyes of the two collided.

"Father." He called coldly.

Jiang Tingyue, who has been fighting and fighting in the business world for decades, has already accumulated profound experience and city power. After his seventy years, he wrote down complex emotions such as shock, bewilderment, and sadness like a boy for the first time in his seventy-year-old years. face.

Even though he hadn't seen him for decades, he recognized at a glance that standing in front of him was Jiang Lifeng who disappeared at the age of ten.

He got up slowly and walked towards that person without blinking his eyes, for fear that what he saw was a hallucination, "Li Feng, is that you?"

Jiang Jingting turned and left the study, leaving time for the two of them.

"It's me, I'm not dead, I'm still alive."

For such a short distance, Jiang Tingyue felt as if he had traveled a century.

It wasn't until the two were close enough that he could see the gloom and frost in Jiang Lifeng's eyes clearly that he realized that this was not an illusion produced by his old eyes.

Jiang Lifeng really stood in front of him intact.

Although it has been decades apart, even though his face has undergone earth-shaking changes.

But Jiang Tingyue still recognized him at a glance.

"You are still alive" hoarse voice.

"What? Are you disappointed to see me alive?"

"of course not!"

Jiang Tingyue looked at his thin face, his eye sockets were uncontrollably hot, and his body was shaking with excitement, "I thought I thought you died in that fire."

He wanted to reach out to touch him, but Jiang Lifeng avoided him.

"Li Feng, you."

"I promised Jiang Jingting to come to see you, but it's only a one-time meeting. This doesn't mean that I will have any relationship with the Jiang family or you."

His eyes were too cold and unkind. Jiang Tingyue had just experienced great joy, but at this moment his heart fell to the bottom again.

He stabilized his figure and asked with a panicked look: "What do you mean? After you."

"I will not stay at Jiang's house in the future, nor will I stay in London."

"I'm here just to let you know that I'm still alive, that's all."

Hearing this, Jiang Tingyue froze all over, the overwhelming emotions made him forget how to think for a moment.

Just ask instinctively: "Where have you been all these years?"

Jiang Lifeng's expression was indifferent, compared to the excitement of the old man, he was obviously too calm.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

Jiang Tingyue's vicissitudes of eyes once again revealed a look of shock.

Diego, who had just returned to Jiang's house at this time, did not know that an "uninvited guest" had come to the house. Seeing Jiang Jingting on the sofa, he was surprised and pleasantly surprised, "Young master, you are back."

Jiang Jingting's eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, his black eyes were calm and unwavering.

"Diego, mother and father will be home in the evening and have something they like for dinner."

"Young master, do you want to prepare a family banquet?"

"No." Jiang Jingting shook his head, and said lightly, "Only my parents, me and grandpa."

Diego suddenly realized, his eyes were full of fine lines of smile, "Mrs. and the young master haven't come back for a long time, the master must be very happy."

Jiang Jingting said "hmm" and said no more.

Diego noticed that his interest did not seem to be high, so he retreated wisely and did not disturb him any more.