The little ancestor who was abducted by Qi Ye

Jiang Nian rubbed his sore arm. Among the people who came, except Ji's grandfather and master, none of them knew each other.

just the man...

Standing in the warm twilight, it looks a little too good-looking.

Like a bright pearl among the sea and blue clouds!
If such a face smiles, it should be overshadowed by heaven and earth.

Jiang Nian thought so.

But there was no trace of a smile on his face, instead his narrowed eyes were wild and sinister.

"When did the Meng family compare themselves to the sky?"

He has been taciturn all the way from the capital, his voice is a bit hoarse, his tone is cold, wrapped in wind and snow, he sounds cold at first, but it is only when he is cut on his body that he knows how severe it is.

With a quick step, there will be a landslide and a tsunami.

behind him.

The garden is full of spring scenery, and the world is matched with mountains and rivers.

Majestic and majestic, beyond the mundane.

"Father, Professor Zhong." Jiang Huaiyuan straightened his jacket, and quickly walked up to him, his eyes unconsciously attracted by the man he had never met before.

He has also been immersed in the business circle for a long time, and has come into contact with all kinds of people.

It's just that the person in front of him has a desolate feeling of desolation in just one look.

Jiang Lao looked ugly, and with the support of Professor Zhong, he stepped forward, his steps were slow, and he glanced at Tang Min and others as he walked past.

"This is my little junior brother, He Yu."

"In the capital, everyone respects Qi Ye."

During the introduction, Elder Jiang had already come to Jiang Nian, pressed her slender shoulders, and his face softened a little, "Are you all right, have you been wronged?"

"No, Grandpa." Her eyes were a little red, with a layer of steam in her eyes, she bit her lip and shook her head, tilting her head to Professor Zhong and nodding, then her eyes fell on He Peijiu again.

Shouted in a soft voice.

"... Seventh Master."

"It's very appropriate for you to call him little uncle." Elder Jiang said something, and swept across the messy living room, "He Yu, you have worked so hard to come here from the capital, and the house is a little messy, so you can laugh."

"Master Qi, sit down."

Jiang Huaiyuan didn't know this person very well, but He Qiye had long been famous in the capital.

It is said that this man is wild and rebellious, and has had human life on his hands.

Cold, ruthless, and violent, everyone thought it was an unsightly monster.

However, who would have expected that he would be like the Son of God.

It looks more like a god than a demon, as if an inch can kill a person.

"Thank you." He Peijiu took a seat beside her, casually put the cane aside, rubbed her slender white fingers twice, and turned the wrench on her thumb.

"Mrs. Meng, I didn't even know when the weather in Beijing changed?" The voice was slow and deep, with a bone-chilling coolness.

He raised his brows, squinted his eyes, showing a sly look.

On the way here, Professor Zhong was still telling him that there was a junior in the Meng family who wanted to get married with the Jiang family. He didn't say who it was, but only mentioned the lame one.

The He family is a big family in the capital, they recognize each other, they are related by blood, and they have quite a few relatives.

As for the amputated one, he heard a mention from the people below.

This is a real blood relative.

Her cold eyes glanced at Meng Xu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, his face pale with fright. There was only one leg on the pedal, and it was covered under a thin blanket.

It is not difficult to see that it is indeed a lame man.

He Peijiu paused for a moment while turning her finger, turned her head to look to the right, and the little girl was also looking at him.

The eyes of the two suddenly met.

Jiang Nian moved away in a panic after being stabbed by the warm and cold gaze.

The way she looked at him just now was like those male classmates at school who looked at her, as if she was engulfed in anger and wanted to burn him to ashes.

Until now, I have never seen a person like this.

Peeking at the caught bag, her ears turned red.

This behavior should be embarrassing.

And this little uncle, it seems that Qingao is not easy to get close to.

Ginger Year——

He Peijiu read it silently in her heart.

The little girl in front of him was what he saw half a month ago under the red plum tree in Biyun Temple.

In Shentan's eyes, there is a sparse gleam inadvertently.

There seemed to be an imperceptible smile flashing from the bottom of his eyes.

they.

Sure enough, very fate.