Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Tang wants to yell at him: "Go down!"

Jiang Xiaolin didn't feel annoyed, and got out of the car, standing idle, looking at the people in the car.

She curled her eyebrows, put her hands on the steering wheel, the car did not move for a while, and she glanced over the rearview mirror from time to time.

"Why haven't you left? Can't bear with me?" He leaned over and leaned close to the car window to watch her in his spare time.

"Huang Peidong," Tang Xiang turned his head and asked, "Is it a murderer?"

Like Jiang Xiaolin, Huang Peidong also had scratches on his hands. He was also a suspect. Moreover, Huang Peidong was Jiang Fuli's subordinate, and his motive was sufficient.

Jiang Xiaolin stood straight with his hands in his arms, "You have to ask the police."

Row.

Tang wanted to close the car windows directly, before all the car glass was up, he held it down with one hand: "He is not."

In other words, Jiang Zhi was pushed into the sea and had nothing to do with Jiang Fuli.

Tang Xiang thought for a while, and understood, and looked at the person outside the window: "Then you did the scratch on his hand?"

Jiang Xiaolin was noncommittal, let go, and smiled meaningfully: "You believe what the **** man says."

"..."

She slammed the window, stepped on the gas pedal, and drove away.

I don't have any patience. After so many years, I still have this bad temper! Jiang Xiaolin looked at the rear of the car going away and smiled.

After a while.

A Bentley parked on the side of the road, and a middle-aged man got out of the car and walked around to the back seat to open the door.

Jiang Xiaolin got into the car and said, "Go back to the old house."

After a little touch, Jiang Xiaolin arrived at Jiang's house, and all his family arrived. Only one Jiang Weier who was still in the hospital was missing. Even a few side branches who rarely came to the old house on weekdays came, and he was late.

The next person stepped forward to report: "Old lady, Brother Lin is here."

The room fell silent.

Jiang Xiaolin entered the house, strolling in the courtyard, "Sorry, I'm late."

Mrs. Jiang sat right in front, put down the cup, and asked him: "Have you had lunch?"

Jiang Xiaolin shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

"How can I not eat." The old lady ordered, "Agui, let the kitchen bring Brother Lin some warm soup."

Gui said yes and went to the kitchen.

At this time, Jiang Zhi coughed twice. He was on the left hand side of the old lady, the closest position to Carbon Fire. The Jiang family had many rules. There were people of all ages and children, either sitting or standing. All of them had their heads up. Yes, he was the only one, lying half-back and half-lying, lying on a rocking chair covered with a thick layer of mattress. He coughed occasionally and the rocking chair occasionally rocked.

It's really spoiled.

Mrs. Jiang pampered him, for fear that he would be frozen, calling the next person over: "Add some more carbon fire." And urged the old housekeeper, "Why haven't the hand-warming stove been delivered yet?"

"Come here." Outside the house, Mr. Gui brought the soup in, and also carried a delicate small stove.

That little hand stove is an antique.

The old lady was also willing, and put a layer of flannel on her head to warm Jiang Zhi's hands.

The winter solstice is approaching, and the weather is getting colder and colder. Jiang Zhi is holding the stove, avoiding people, coughing constantly, and his voice is a little gritty: "Go to my house and bring me a blanket."

A night is about to go.

Jiang Fuxi came over to add tea to Jiang Zhi: "I'll go."

In the entire Jiang family, this Miss Fuxi has the best temper. She has no arrogance. She always speaks softly and is gentle with everyone. A Wan thinks she is a good person, but she doesn't know why, the employer has always been very indifferent to her.

"No." Jiang Zhi glanced back, "Lin night, you go."

A night: "Oh."

Everyone in the room exchanged greetings with each other, and Mrs. Jiang got into the subject.

"I want you to come here today. There are two things." The old lady was in good spirits and was full of anger. "Brother Zhi was pushed out of the sea a few days ago and injured his body. Raised in the hospital."

This account, the old lady has been keeping in mind, now begins to calculate.

"For business matters, my old lady is old and can't take care of it anymore. You can open one eye and close one eye, whatever you want to do." She speaks slowly and loudly, "You can use this pickle. The method killed my brother Zhi'er, so I have to be investigated to the end."

The five houses of the Jiang family have always been at odds. In the business field, it is a competitive relationship.

On weekdays, the old lady left them alone, holding the shares in her hands, and she couldn't control it, but she couldn't touch the bottom line. Jiang Zhi was the line.

This is what the Jiang family knows.

"Mother, what you said."

It was Jiang Xiaolin's father, Jiang Weikai, the son of Jiang Xiaolin. He was in politics and did not manage the affairs of the family: "Such an uninfluenced behavior is not to be condoned."

The second child, Jiang Weili, quickly agreed and said yes.

The two brothers, one is not smirking, the other laughs when they meet everyone, and they are not at all like temperament. They are two typical extremes.

Mrs. Jiang glanced at the two brothers: "Among the four suspects, one in the big room and one in the second room." The tone was paused, "Do you have something to say?"

Jiang Wei glanced at Jiang Xiaolin, he drank his soup without making a sound.

The second room spoke first. It was Jiang Weili’s wife Luo Changfang who opened her mouth, smiling and not moving: "Mother, I don’t agree with you, and let’s not say whether Huang Peidong was the murderer of our brother Zhi, but Even if he is, what is his relationship with my second room?"

Luo Changfang in the second room is the third girl from the Luo family, like her father, very shrewd.

Old Mrs. Jiang was not in a hurry, she spread out and broke with her: "Huang Peidong pulled out to his current position with one hand. It was also Fuli who gave him an alibi. My old lady is stupid and can only guess like this. , The man on the left and right arm, after all, is your second room's hand."

Luo Changfang received a smile on his face, and was about to argue, but was held back by his daughter Jiang Fuli.

Luo Changfang accepted the words and let Jiang Fuli speak.

"Grandma." She poured a cup of tea to moisturize her throat, "Then you think I am stupid?"

"You," Mrs. Jiang smiled, "you are smart."

She has learned her mother's shrewdness and her father's exquisiteness.

Jiang Fuli said calmly and calmly: "That's it. If I really want to murder our Jiang family, I wouldn't be so stupid as to use my right arm." She put down the cup, turned her eyes, slightly sad, "Brother Zhi. But my cousin, he's not in good health, thinking about him maybe..."

Maybe he won't live for twenty-five.

Where does she need her dirty hands.

She eased her emotions before continuing: "Thinking about it this way, my sister's heart is like a knife cut, how can it be so vicious, and, this kind of brotherhood, isn't it just annoying your grandma? No matter how confused I am, I won't be so stupid."

In a few words, the push was clean.

She really gave birth to a clever mouth, very good at speaking.

Mrs. Jiang turned her head, and asked the grandson, "Brother Lin, what do you have to say?"

There were also scratches on the back of his hand, and he couldn't get rid of the suspicion.

He replied: "No." Putting down the spoon, his expression was calm and he didn't see any panic. "I just came back from the police station. Grandma, just ask the criminal investigation team. I won't repeat it. It will save you from delaying your lunch."

A bluff, a few words, each has its own set.

Mrs. Jiang picked up the teacup, brushed the tea on her face, and took a sip: "You all insist on your own words, you are all arguing. I am old and my mind is slow, so I can’t tell how true your words are. It's a bit of a fake. If that's the case, then wait for the police investigation result. Before the murderer grabs it, except for Brother Zhi, you all settled in the old house. If you want to go out, please report to me. Any comments?"

Jiang Wei opened up: "Mother, you decide it is."

Mrs. Jiang put down the cup: "I'll leave it here. It's best to find out that it has nothing to do with you, otherwise," he paused for a moment, and his voice sank, "I will clean the door myself."

Everyone was silent.

Only Jiang Zhi was coughing, as if it had nothing to do with him, and without saying a word, he was sick.

"I have one more thing here." Mrs. Jiang called the housekeeper forward, "Jiang Chuan, let everyone listen."

The recording is not the original file. It was played with a mobile phone, and there was some noise, but I still heard clearly.

It was Jin Song's voice.

"I captured the little son of the Jiang family."

The voice trembled, as if frightened.

In addition to Jin Song, there are also girls' voices, which have been deliberately disguised and sound very low.

"Why kidnap him?"

Jin Song did not answer immediately, and the girl asked again: "Why kidnap him?"

"He changed the heroine of the movie, and I lost a lot of money." Jin Song hesitated for a while, "I also want to play with him, and the Jiang family asked me to try and test to see if he pretended to be sick. "

"Which person from the Jiang family?"

"Jiang Fuli."

"anything else?"

"Last month, I was hit by someone." He explained with a shiver, "but it didn't work."

"Who hit the car?"

"Xiao Linshu."

The recording stops here.

A few sentences before and after, the meaning is also very clear.

Old Madam Jiang's eyes fixed, "Fu Li, what do you want to explain?" Without waiting for her to speak, she said, "I sent someone to check your relationship with Jin Song, and it is true."

After checking it out, she can save her sophistry.

The old lady's tone sank, and her face became cold: "Our Jiang family and Jin family have been having trouble making trouble, I don't know, you still have contact with Jin Song in private."

Jiang Fuli didn't panic either, he didn't have any vain, and calmly explained: "It was before, and there was no friendship in business matters."

The old lady snorted: "If you don't have friendship, ask him to test Brother Zhi Er?"

She didn’t even think about it, and quickly replied, with justification and evidence: “I don’t worry about Brother Zhi’s illness, so I asked him to pay more attention to it. I didn’t expect that he still had bad thoughts. How could I agree to such a method?" She raised her head and stared at the old lady’s eyes, her gaze never dodges or hides, and frankly, "Furthermore, I am also afraid of hurting Brother Zhi. Go and stare."

Three-speaking and two-speaking, the head is eloquent, the foreword and the foreword are also covered, there is no flaw at all.

She was always calm: "Grandma, if you don't believe me, you can send someone to check. The errand company I hired is also operating decently."

Mrs. Jiang was speechless for a while to refute.

She had made second-hand preparations before, but she probably couldn't trust Jin Song and hired someone else.

Now, it has become a reason for her to excuse her, and she has arranged everything if she wants to come, and she is perfectly round.

"I don't care whether the person you hire is serious or not, just give me a reason. It's good. What are you trying to do with Brother Zhi? He has been ill for more than ten years. Why do you think he is pretending?" Mrs. Jiang was annoyed. , A little aggressive, "Besides, even if he is pretending, what are you going to make?"

Jiang Fuli was aggrieved: "Why does grandma think so?" She glanced at Jiang Zhi and said, "Brother Zhi is in good health. Of course, I asked him to pick up my burden. Uncle has the most shares. Naturally, that part should be taken over by Brother Zhi. My ability is limited. I sincerely hope that Brother Zhi will be healthy and join the company earlier to help me share it."

The clever tongue is like a spring, and the clever tongue is like a spring.

Old Madam Jiang sighed, "You can tell you that you are alive if you die, what else can I say." I can't possibly find out anything. Her granddaughter has always done nothing.

She laughed in a joking tone: "Grandma, you Mingjian."

Jiang family, there are too many smart people.

A mess.

Old Mrs. Jiang pinched her eyebrows, asked her to add a cup of tea, took a break, and followed her pole to smash her: "Since you have said everything, your ability is limited, then the hotel module will be given to Lin Brother, let him take over when Zhizhi's body gets better."

Jiang Fuli agreed quickly: "Okay, grandma, you can call the shots."

In this case, if it doesn't work, it will work.

The hotel part is not too small, enough for her to peel off.

Before it was over, Mrs. Jiang said again: "This matter can't be forgotten, my brothers and sisters, if you have any questions, you can't talk to your face. You have to use the means behind your back. Go to my study and kneel, and come out after you reflect. "

Give Jiang Zhi a head start.

Jiang Zhi's descendants and grandchildren, Jiang Zhi, are the treasures of the old lady.

Jiang Fuli squeezed the hand hanging by his side, with a smile on his face: "Well, the granddaughter knows it was wrong." His eyes were calm and he glanced in the direction of the rocking chair.

Everyone in the room was holding their breath, but Jiang Zhi casually played with his little hand stove.

He had a good baby. His father, Jiang Weixuan, was the old lady's most beloved son, but he had a bad life and died early.

His face, like her mother, is as rosy as a disaster.

"You are all here today, I'll leave it alone. I don't care about it in the business." Mrs. Jiang said sharply as soon as the conversation changed. "But if anyone dares to move in private, what shouldn't Some thoughts, I will never be merciless."

Several sons and grandsons responded quickly.

The old lady then got up on crutches: "Brother Zhi, you come with me."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Jiang Zhi stretched out lazily, coughing one step at a time. He was ill and walked away.

He just watched this scene, made a small mess, couldn't hurt his muscles or move his bones, and was very boring.

When she arrived in the bedroom, Mrs. Jiang sent off the servants and asked Jiang Zhi: "What's the matter?"

After walking a few steps, he lost his energy. He found a place to lie down, a little sleepy: "What's the matter?"

"How can Fuli think you are pretending to be sick?"

"I have to ask her." Jiang Zhi had a low-grade fever, a thin layer of red on his cheeks, and his eyelids were faint. "You know that I am sick, and she is also sick."

"What disease?"

He hummed: "Suspicious."

Mrs. Jiang scolded him for being serious, but didn't ask any more.

Awan Hou at the door was a little dizzy, so contradictory, how could I feel that the old lady's eyes on the employer's adult hurts, but these eyes don't seem to stay in the eye sockets.

Anyway, it's an inexplicable feeling.

In the hall outside, people were almost scattered, Jiang Fuli called Jiang Xiaolin.

"Cousin stayed."

Jiang Xiaolin's attitude was neither lukewarm nor cold: "Something?"

She smiled and stepped forward: "It's nothing, just curious, how did you arrange it, the information is so well-informed, the police just learned that there was a scratch on the back of the murderer's hand, so you added one to the person under my hand."

This pot of dirty water drips together.

He was in trouble, and he turned around and caused her trouble. Now the old lady will not just stare at one side of his big room, she is really troubled.

Jiang Xiaolin wore glasses and looked calmly and calmly: "Misfortune comes from the mouth." He used the tone of an elder, as if to persuade him, "Help Li, there is no evidence, you must speak carefully."

Old fox!

Jiang Fuli smiled: "Thank you, Brother Hall, for your reminder."

Jiang Xiaolin said'You are polite' and waved his hand: "Go and kneel, and come back to learn from me when you are done."

"..."

She gritted her teeth and said nothing.

When Jiang Xiaolin went out, Luo Changfang said, "Didn't he hate Brother Zhi'er? What does this mean? Why did he get up to you?"

This brother Lin of the Jiang family is also good and evil.

His camp seems to be changing at any time.

Jiang Weili got up from his seat and said: "Fu Li, don't be too anxious." Seeing no one was around, he said, "Jin Song stares at him. If he dares to talk nonsense..."

Then, stop there.

Jiang Fuli nodded, understanding.

Today, Jiang Zhi is staying in the old house. After reading the script for a while, he was absent-minded. He couldn't enter at all, thinking of Zhou Xufang.

He had discovered something, and since the girl had been wild in his heart, he had been short on anything else.

He touched the phone and spoke to her.

"Zhou Xufang."

Zhou Xufang returned him a full stop.

If you don't type a word for him, just return him a punctuation mark. Jiang Zhi was a little dissatisfied: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Xufang only returned two words.

"Set up a stall."

Because Jiang Zhi is staying at Jiang's house today, she doesn't need her to "follow", so she has time to work, riding her electric tricycle.

I really can't get off for a moment.

"Are you going to stick the film again?"

"Ok."

Jiang Zhi couldn't help but recite her: "You can't rest?"

Zhou Xu spinning back: "."

It's full stop again!

He wants to tell her so much, but she has nothing to tell him? !

Jiang Zhi was very upset in his heart, he squeezed the script into a ball, and did not breathe at her after holding it back: "Is it cold outside?"

"not cold."

"Wait under the bridge."

Zhou Xufang now issued a voice: "Don't come." She is not afraid of the cold, but Jiang Zhi is squeamish.

Jiang Zhi said unreasonably, "I'm going."

Zhou Xufang: "."

It's the full stop again.

Jiang Zhi became more and more unable to bear this period, which made him feel left out, perfunctory, not favored, or valued: "Don't send a period. If you have nothing to say in the future, send me a kiss. Emoticons."

Zhou Xufang typed over: "I don't have an emoji bag."

"You go online to find it."

"."

Ok.

Jiang Zhi went to find one and sent it to her.

"Send me this."

She may toss for a while, and then return to him after a few minutes: "I won't."

Zhou Xufang has never expressed affection, basically has no social interaction, and knows nothing about social software, only the most basic typing and voice.

She is a life idiot with a high IQ, and the best software is called takeaway.

"You click this emoticon pack, and then add it." Jiang Zhi is very stubborn about this kiss emoticon pack, "forward it to me."

Zhou Xufang is still groping.

"Zhou Xufang."

"Ok."

"Is it going."

"I will."

"Send me."

"Oh."

Zhou Xufang sent the kiss emoji package over.

Jiang Zhi cut off a picture, and her irritable mood was coaxed by her: "Wait, I will kiss you now."