The little ancestor who was abducted by Qi Ye

Ning Cheng, Jiang family.

A sports car rushed into Jiang's yard at a galloping speed, pushed the door and got out of the car, all done in one go.

The man got out of the car and ran towards Jiang's house. Yu Guangmi slanted past two cars with Beijing license plates in the yard, and his fingertips holding the keys were clenched so hard that they turned white.

The door was pushed open, and a man stood at the door.

Leopard-like eyes quickly swept across the black-clothed bodyguards in the room, and the brows were tightly knit together.

He was born with sharp eyebrows and stars, extremely handsome, with a vaguely taut outline, a suit and leather shoes, and a black jacket over it, with an elite style and full of temperament.

The servants at home hurriedly saluted when they saw him.

"Master."

This is Jiang Huaiyuan and his ex-wife Yang's son, Jiang Su.

Already 28 years old, because there is a younger sister in the family, in order to avoid suspicion, he lives in the old house with Mr. Jiang.

Walking in, his cold outline was covered with a thin layer of ice, "The person who came to propose a marriage! Who promised to marry Xiao Qi, so impatient to want to separate!"

"If you want to propose marriage, you have the ability to talk about it in front of me, sneaking behind the scenes, because you want to sell Xiao Qi while I'm not around!" He smokes all the year round, and has a unique smoking voice, which is hoarse and deep when he suppresses it.

Jiang Su's words meant something else, and she looked around and finally fixed her gaze on Jiang Huaiyuan.

"Jiang Su, what nonsense are you talking about!" Elder Jiang scolded, "There are no rules at all, come here and I'll tell you something."

Jiang Su stood still, her eyes were sharp, as if she wanted to see something from Jiang Huaiyuan.

There is a flame leaping between the two father and son.

"Jiang Su, haven't you listened to Grandpa's words?"

After a while, Jiang Su walked towards Mr. Jiang, and his cold eyes glanced at Jiang Huaiyuan.

He had a meeting at the company, and he didn't know that someone came to propose a marriage at home. It was Aunt Jiang at home who found out that something was wrong and contacted him secretly.

Mrs. Yang talked to Jiang Nian about his marriage, and also talked about his family, the Meng family, a wealthy family in the capital. The point is that the young master of the other party is a lame man!

He rushed back all the way in a hurry, wrapped in anger, and planned to do something.

Anyone who dares to trick her younger sister will definitely get out of Jiang's house!

Jiang Huaiyuan sighed softly and pinched the corners of his eyebrows.

He is responsible for this matter. It is his connivance with Yang that caused the Jiang family's troubles.

If it wasn't for He Qiye who came forward to help today, I'm afraid——

At this time, the study on the first floor.

Since Elder Jiang left the study, Jiang Nian has chosen the place farthest from him very politely.

This behavior made He Peijiu raise her eyebrows.

sit that far.

Can he eat people?

Jiang Nian's eyes didn't wander after he sat down, his legs were close together, and his back was straight. If there was a table, he might have to sit like he was in class.

He Peijiu didn't make a sound, her eyes were fixed, she looked casually, and played with the thumb puller.

The three in the room are all strangers, so the little girl should be at a loss and cautious.

"Afraid of me?" After a long silence, He Peijiu finally spoke.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Nian raised his eyes to look at him, only to look away again, pursing his lips nervously.

"No. I just respect you."

Grandpa's junior brother, seniority is there, besides respect is fear.

Just saw how powerful he is.

The Meng family is so arrogant and domineering, seeing him is like a chicken seeing an eagle.

"Since you're not afraid, why don't you look at me?"

"When talking, shouldn't you look at the other person?" His eyes were warm and cold, especially his voice was extremely pleasant.

It can be compared to the clanging of beautiful jade.

Clear, low, exciting.

"I..." She opened her mouth, turned her head to look at him, her ears were already flushed, "Today, thank you for today's matter, uncle."

"How are you going to thank me?" He Peijiu had a very good posture, half leaning on the back, her cold black eyes melting into water, rippling with waves, looking at the sunlight projected from the window, lazy and warm.

The thin lips are slightly raised, and if you don't look carefully, you can't see that Danshui Wuhen smile clearly.

Jiang Nian choked on the question for a moment.

She was just being polite, could it be that this uncle didn't hear it?

Even if you want to thank her, it seems that it is not her turn.

Seeing her puzzled look, He Peijiu curled her lips and rubbed her fingertips with interest.

"Could it be that what you just said was a fake courtesy? You don't want to thank me in your heart."

He Peijiu directly pierced her mind.

I hope to see more changes in her expression, but her behavior is a bit wicked.

"No, I really want to thank Master Uncle." Jiang Nian was nervous, the corners of his clothes were almost deformed, "I, let me treat you to a light meal."

"When?"

"...before you return to Beijing."

He Peijiu nodded, and asked again quickly, "Is talking counted?"

"Calculate!"

One question and one answer, without any time to breathe, Jiang Nian was so panicked that he was about to suffocate.

I don't know when the whole little face was flushed red, some fine sweat dripped from the forehead, the whole palm was wet and sticky, the end of the eyes was dyed with a thin layer of red, and the eyes were full of autumn water.

This appearance is very gorgeous and attractive.

He Peijiu closed her eyes indifferently, but her eyes were scorching hot.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a while, Jiang Nian let out a sigh quietly, and his nervous heart jumped into his throat, wanting to temporarily escape from this trapped place.

"Uncle, are you thirsty, I'll go get you a cup of tea..."

"Miss Jiang, please sit down for a while, we can do this kind of thing." The He family had good eyesight, took the initiative to take over the matter, and left the study room without giving Jiang Nian a chance to refute.

The seventh master of their family took the initiative to find a little girl to beg for favors?
This is the first time this has happened.

The look in the eyes of the little girl just now was as hot as if it was about to catch fire.

It can be regarded as seeing the door.

Perhaps, possibly, the Seventh Master, who had escaped from the world for a long time, was moved by Fan.

A few minutes later, the tea set was brought in, and the He family didn't stay any longer. With the sound of closing the door, there were only two people left in the study.

He Peijiu sat closer, pretending to be looking at the tea set brought in, and from the corner of her eye looked at Jiang Nian who was sitting in the corner.

"You come?"

Jiang Nian nodded, squatting in front of the coffee table in a similar posture to the living room, smoothed his hair, rolled up half of his sleeves, and cooked tea in silence.

Compared with red sandalwood, the white porcelain teacup is more delicate and soft in her hands.

Like her, without a trace of fireworks, but always makes people want to get close and explore, like a white porcelain magnolia cup held in the palm of the hand to examine and caress.

There was silence for a while, but He Peijiu felt a long-lost comfort.

Over the years, he has long been used to being with Shen Jing, or the bells of Biyun Temple, or chanting Buddhist scriptures, or drinking tea and playing chess with others, or holding interesting miscellaneous notes.

The people below are afraid of him, and don't dare to bother him unless something is important, except for his own parents...

Thinking a little far away, his eyes froze again.

Speak softly, word for word, and speak clearly.

"I'm the old man of the He family, and I'm the seventh eldest, including my relatives. My surname is He, and I have a single name, Yu. I took the name Peijiu."

Jiang Nian was washing tea, holding the teapot in one hand and holding it in the other, when he suddenly heard him introduce himself with a flick of his wrist.

The movement froze in mid-air for a few seconds, and her cherry lips pursed.

"My name is Jiang Nian."

The other party introduces herself, and she responds, it should be right?
After wandering for a moment, I heard him continue, "Your voice is very nice, but it's very soft, and you can't hear it clearly..."

The words are very thorough, the next action is...

I saw him taking the cane and rubbing it carefully with his long and beautiful hands.

It seems to want to get up.

Jiang Nian's heart trembled, thinking that he might lean over, he hurriedly washed the tea, did not get up, and moved slowly along the coffee table in a semi-squat.

The movements are slow and cute.

Moved to a position half a meter away from the two of them, and just stopped in the warm sun.

He Peijiu saw again that the tip of her left ear, the earlobe, and the thin and white side of her neck were smudged red, especially the earlobe was too thin and slightly transparent in the sunlight.

The cinnabar was as red as blood in an instant.

After looking at it for a moment, when I looked away, I suddenly felt dry mouth.

Cinnabar blood red...

His hands suddenly itch.

Jiang Nian, who made the tea, didn't pay attention so much, and handed it over with the teacup, "Master, please drink tea."

"Thank you."

It is also Taiping Houkui, with the same color and taste.

"You are very good at making tea, Jiang Nian." After tasting, he sincerely praised it.

Jiang Nian...

For the first time in his life, someone could pronounce her name so beautifully.

It's like a child who has never been praised, who is suddenly praised sincerely one day.

The slightly drooping thick eyelashes moved uneasily.

The pupils of the pupils glowed brightly through the warm sun, the Ruifeng eyes that were originally double hooked, but now they are even more emotional.

"Grandpa said that cooking tea can cultivate one's character."

He glanced at him, and quickly withdrew, with the retracted hand tightly twisting the corner of the clothes.

Interesting, a 17-year-old girl has sex?
Then he stayed in Biyun Temple all these years for nothing. In front of a little girl, if he didn't pay attention, there would be huge waves in his heart.

"Uncle... do you like drinking tea?" After a while, she asked again.

Seeing the nervous look of the little girl, I felt like playing around for a while.

After taking a sip, he said, "I like to drink tea, if it's not someone close to me..."

What if it is not someone close to you?
Waiting for the next sentence without hearing the second half of the sentence, Jiang Nian was curious and nervous, and turned his head slightly to meet his deep pool-like black eyes.

In an instant, the scalp was numb and the heart was unstable.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself, she had never felt this way before.

It seems that something has penetrated into the heart, and it is about to emerge, and the heart is itchy and frightened, which is very similar to the throbbing that occurs when you hold your breath until the last second and suddenly breathe freely.

Her eyes were so clear that they were too direct. Compared with this, He Qiye, who had 'ridiculous' thoughts, seemed low-key and hooligan.

"cough."

He coughed softly, and finally swallowed the second half of the sentence.

It was Jiang Nian's immobile eyes that he looked away to cover up.

The skin is covered with an ambiguous pink halo, without leaving an inch of full coverage.

When he didn't know how to deal with the embarrassment of the previous moment, Yu Guangzhong held the empty white porcelain cup with a beautiful hand, stirring the thin flowing air as if leaning towards him.

The shadow came over, and his aura seemed to be close at hand.

pervasive...

The scent of tea mixed with the slightly cold fragrance pierced the heart hard again.

"I wouldn't sit down with him for tea if it wasn't someone close to me."

"I'm out of tea..."

"Ginger year."

The voice is deep and gentle, clear and soft.

Knocking on the heartstrings, close to the ears, the apex of the heart was shaken heavily, and the mind and reason were confused.