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Chapter 248 You are not allowed to send flowers to this woman, she is not worthy!

Song Xiaoya turned around and saw Assistant Monk Jiang Beichen had arrived here at some point.

Jiang Beichen looked very angry.Song Xiaoya looked at him striding towards this side in astonishment, and then involuntarily clenched the flower in her hand.

After Jiang Beichen approached, he stopped in front of Song Xiaoya and Xiaojie, and glanced coldly at Xiaojie, "Who brought her here?"

When Jiang Beichen yelled so coldly, Xiaojie was startled immediately, and quickly hid behind Song Xiaoya.

"Jiang Beichen, it's none of his business. I asked him to bring me here. I just want to see where your mother's tomb is, so I can come and pay my respects." Song Xiaoya explained to him with some grievances.

She didn't understand why Jiang Beichen always had such a big temper.

As soon as she finished her explanation, Jiang Beichen's complexion became even worse. He stared angrily at the bouquet of flowers in her hand. Let's take a look at the tombstone, and grimly squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Who told you that she is my mother?"

How could this woman be qualified to be compared with his mother!
Song Xiaoya was stunned by Jiang Beichen's words. She turned her head to look at the tombstone behind her, and then looked at Jiang Beichen again, "Xiaojie said, this is his grandma, so I just..."

Xiaojie is his nephew, how could Xiaojie's grandma not be his mother?

Song Xiaoya noticed again that the names of the filial sons on the tombstone were only Jiang Beicheng and Jiang Beimo, not Jiang Beichen. Could it be that Jiang Beichen's mother was the same person as the mother of his elder brother and second brother?

No wonder his name is not written on the tombstone.

Jiang Beichen glanced coldly at the flowers in Song Xiaoya's hands, frowning, "Don't give flowers to this woman, she doesn't deserve it!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and snatched the flower from her hand, and threw it to Assistant Shang standing behind him, "Throw it aside!"

This woman in the tomb is qualified to let his wife send flowers!

Seeing Jiang Beichen who was so angry, Song Xiaoya started to panic in her heart. It was also very inexplicable. It seemed that Jiang Beichen had a strong hostility, even hatred, towards the woman in the tomb.

Song Xiaoya suddenly felt that the Jiang family was too complicated, much more complicated than she imagined.

"Jiang Beichen, don't be angry. This matter is my fault. I shouldn't have made my own decisions behind your back." Song Xiaoya has seen Jiang Beichen get angry many times before, but this is the first time that a situation like today See.

She knew that Jiang Beichen was really angry, so she hurried over to apologize to him.

It was really hard for her to imagine that Jiang Beichen, Jiang Beicheng, and Jiang Beimo were not born to the same mother, and this caused such a big oolong, which just touched Jiang Beichen's sore spot.

Seeing Jiang Beichen angry and sad, she felt very guilty.

"I don't blame you." Hearing Song Xiaoya's weak apology, Jiang Beichen's heart softened, and he couldn't bear to lose his temper at her.

He hugged her tightly, hugged her into his arms, and then glanced coldly at the tombstone, "I just never want to see this woman again!"

Jiang Beichen pursed his thin lips tightly, as if every word was like a knife, with deep hatred.

"Let's go." The next moment, he put his arms around her and turned to leave.

"But...Xiaojie is still here." Song Xiaoya turned her head to look aside, Xiaojie stood there a little confused, not knowing what was going on.

Jiang Beichen didn't stop, but looked at Assistant Shang beside him, and ordered, "Send him back." Then he took Song Xiaoya and left the back mountain without stopping.

Song Xiaoya was led out of the back mountain by Jiang Beichen, and walked towards a certain corner of Jiang's house.

After walking a long way, she finally couldn't help asking him, "Jiang Beichen, where are you taking me?"

"Go to the place where I used to live." Jiang Beichen's stern face now only had a serious and indifferent expression.

"Oh." Song Xiaoya nodded. Seeing his expression, she didn't dare to ask any more questions, but just walked forward with him obediently.

Why would he suddenly take her to the place where he lived when he was a child at such a time? Song Xiaoya still had a strange feeling in her heart.

In the end, Jiang Beichen brought Song Xiaoya to a small corner of the Jiang family.

There is a small dilapidated building in front, the iron railings are already rusted, and the surroundings are firmly locked with iron chains. It looks like it has been abandoned for many years.

Very desolate, very lonely.

Jiang Beichen pulled her, stopped in front of the big iron gate, and looked ahead solemnly.

Song Xiaoya just remembered at this time that when the second sister-in-law Qiao Weiwei took her around that day, she had been here before, but she didn't come close.

He also told her that this is the restricted area of ​​the Jiang family, and no one can come near it!
Thinking of this, Song Xiaoya froze for a moment, then raised her head to look at the small deserted building in front of her, wondering why Jiang Beichen brought her here.

Could this be the place where he lived when he was a child?
"wait for me."

Jiang Beichen said something to her, then walked forward, picked up a stone on the ground, and smashed it heavily on the iron lock on the door.

The big lock that had already been rusted looked solid, but in fact it had already been corroded badly, and it broke with a bang, and then fell to the ground.

Jiang Beichen pushed open the big cold iron door, then turned his head to look at Song Xiaoya standing behind him, "Let's go."

Song Xiaoya nodded, and followed him into the room.

After passing through a small courtyard, we came to the door of the room, which was not locked. Jiang Beichen gently pushed with his hand, and the door creaked and opened.

At the same time, a burst of dust flew up, and some musty and rotten smells came to the nostrils.

Song Xiaoya wrinkled her nose when agreeing, and covered her face with her hands.

When she looked at the scene inside the house, she was shocked again.This room is too small, and there is almost no furniture in the living room except for an old dining table.

"Have all the things here before been moved out?" she asked.

"This place has always been like this, and it hasn't been touched." Jiang Beichen's deep black eyes scanned the familiar scene in the room, and then said coldly.

He also never thought that after so many years, there would be a day when he would come back here in person.

Hearing Jiang Beichen's answer, Song Xiaoya was a little surprised. Compared with the luxurious Jiang family villas, such a simple and dilapidated small building is really a world of difference.

"Did you live here when you were young?" She asked in disbelief.

Jiang Beichen is the son of the Jiang family. Shouldn't he be living in a spacious and comfortable villa with him? How could he live in this remote corner?
(End of this chapter)