Exorcism Xiaojiaofei: The Beast Blood Lord is a strong pet

Chapter 287 Losing Herself 72
"Uncle, you have contributed a lot to my current position. But Su'er has come back, so what's the point of talking about the past?"

Xu Zhiwei's words made Jiang Heng's serious face look ugly, but he followed closely to look at Ye Qizhu who was calm, so he sat down angrily and picked up his wine glass.

Mrs. Jiang laughed: "Okay, don't stand there. We are all a family, so sit down."

"Yes." Xu Zhiwei sat down next to Ye Qizhu with a smile.

Although the previous conversation between Jiang Heng and Xu Zhiwei was not loud, Ye Qizhu could still hear something tricky.

I wondered how Xu Zhiwei still had the face to enter Jiangmen. Even if there was no matter about the Beizhou Imperial City, he broke off the engagement with Jiang Qingjun when Jiang Yusu needed him the most, and he knew what it meant Shame is what it is, but now Ye Qizhu understands that Jiang Yusu's unilateral dissolution of the engagement was a conspiracy in itself, and this so-called reception wine was a grand banquet held by Jiang's family.

Jiang Zonglin's face was expressionless, but his eyes were terribly cold, and he drank wine on his own.

Ye Qizhu's food was tasteless, but when he looked at Jiang Zonglin, he found that he had been drinking and eating with his left hand, while his right hand was lying motionless beside the table.

Squinting his eyes, Ye Qizhu held up his wine glass: "Second brother, I respect you."

Jiang Zonglin picked it up with a smile, but just when his wine glass was about to touch Ye Qizhu's, Ye Qizhu deliberately pretended to slip his hands and dropped the wine glass on the table. The wine spilled all over the table and also splashed Jiang Zonglin all over.

"I'm sorry, second brother, I'll clean it up for you." Ye Qizhu couldn't help but grab Jiang Zonglin's right hand and lift it up to see that his right hand was wearing a thick glove.

"Second brother, although midsummer is almost over, it's not too cold to wear such thick gloves, right?"

Ye Qizhu asked knowingly.

Sure enough, Jiang Zonglin's face changed slightly, but then he deliberately pulled his hand back as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "I suffered a slight injury, and I'm fine. Father, mother, I'll clean it up."

Looking at Jiang Zonglin's back, Ye Qizhu secretly clenched his fists.

Still pretending? !
Immediately after, Ye Qizhu also stood up and picked up the cloth bag holding the urn: "Father, blame me for being clumsy and causing trouble to my second brother. I'd better go and have a look."

After chasing Jiang Zonglin out the door, Ye Qizhu looked around the same, but suddenly saw that old lady Mo was looking around secretly again, but when someone spotted her, she ran away immediately.

Ye Qizhu was surprised, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he walked in the direction of Qian Zongyuan, and he saw Jiang Zonglin and his servant Xiaofang at the gate of the courtyard.The two said something, Xiao Fang nodded and left in a hurry.

Ye Qizhu strode over.

"Stop pretending, it's just you and me here." Ye Qizhu said with a serious expression, and threw the urn to Jiang Zonglin.

Looking coldly at the jar in his arms, Jiang Zonglin casually threw it aside, raised his eyes to look at Ye Qizhu awe-inspiringly: "What do you want to know?"

"Why didn't you die?"

"You want me to die?"

Ye Qizhu paused.

"I just hope that you are still the same Jiang Zonglin as before."

"I have always been, it's just that you can't see it."

The Jiang Zonglin in front of her suddenly became a little frightening to her. Could it be that the person in her memory was just an illusion from beginning to end?
"What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)