Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"The last time I saw you was the Mid-Autumn Festival last year," Jiang Wei said with a stern face, very serious, "Fifth, what are you up to, why can't you even get time to come back?"

Jiang Weier responded casually: "I'm not busy, just messing around."

"Still in the Taekwondo Gym?"

At this time, the opposite Jiang Weili answered, seeming to be joking: "Big brother, don't you know, Will she changed career."

Erfang Jiang Weili has been dealing with officialdom all the year round. He is a lively smiling tiger. His wife, Luo Changfang, is a business girl from Luo's family, and she is also an exquisite temperament. The couple had to Jiang Fuli and a daughter, who brought her up to be smart and capable.

"Are you back to the company?" Jiang Weikai was busy on weekdays, and didn't have much to do with Jiang's family. He thought that the fifth child had reached a decent age and it was time to return to the family.

Jiang Weier sipped tea and played Tai Chi: "The company has a second sister-in-law, and I will save the eye."

Luo Changfang laughed and said she was nonsense, and then threw the topic back: "The entertainment circle is muddy, it doesn't matter if Brother Zhi is a boy, Well, you have to be careful."

Jonville put the tea cup down.

The couple in the second room.

"Are you in the entertainment industry?" Jiang Weikai only then realized what she was doing.

She sat with her bones lazy: "Being an assistant to someone, if you are not an insider, just have fun."

"Are you a girl after all—"

She interrupted her brother and quickly begged for mercy: "Big brother, I rarely come back, so stop nagging me."

Jiang Wei opened his face sullenly and didn't mention it again.

Outside, the old housekeeper Jiang Chuan came in and passed on: "Old lady, young master is here."

Hearing the words, Mrs. Jiang got up on crutches and told the woman next to her: "Agui, go and get two small hand-warming stoves."

"Yes, old lady."

The courtyard door was open, and the winter wind came in. At this time, people outside the house were heard shouting ‘Little Master’.

Jiang Fuxi stepped forward, waited for people to come in, took the coat dyed in the wind and cold, and handed the kerchief to him: "Xiao Rong, go to weaving brother's house and get a dry dress."

Xiao Rong said yes.

Jiang Zhi wiped his hands with the kerchief and walked slowly.

The door was open in the room and the brazier was burned. Many of the habits of the Jiang family were a bit conservative. He was afraid of the cold. In winter, Mrs. Jiang would order someone to burn the brazier and put a few hand-warming small stoves to warm him.

The old lady has passed the ancients, with gray hair and delicate buns. She looks very energetic, but she has some inconvenience in her legs and feet.

"Brother Zhi, what's wrong with your hair?"

As soon as Cong Jiang Zhi entered the room, the old lady stared at him.

Jiang Zhi took the coat handed over by the servant, put it on, and said, "Dye."

"It's good, why do you dye such an unscrupulous color." The old lady looked at the blue hair, who looked like a high-ranking noble man, and the market was very angry.

Jiang Zhi disagrees: "Where is it serious?"

The old lady scolded him with a smile: "Making a fool."

He chose a place closest to the brazier and sat down, still feeling cold, gathered up his clothes, took the tea from the servant, and hadn't drunk it yet, coughing up.

While coughing, the cup of tea in his hand spilled.

"Why do you cough so badly?" Mrs. Jiang asked, "What about the medicine, did you drink it on time?"

He coughed and his throat went hoarse: "Drink it."

"What did Shiyu say?"

He covered his mouth with a kerchief, his eyes dizzy and red: "The medicine is no longer useful, count the time," the tone is careless, "The end is coming."

Mrs. Jiang scolded: "What nonsense!" She walked to her grandson with a cane, and ordered her servants, "You don't have to set up a meal, and bring Brother Zhi's soup and medicinal meal to his room."

"Yes, old lady."

"Fu Xi, come here to help Brother Zhi."

Jiang Fuxi stepped forward to help, but Jiang Zhi avoided, and dragged his steps upstairs three steps, panting, and he could still hear his coughing from a distance.

Jiang Fuxi stopped for a moment and followed upstairs.

Jiang Zhi’s bedroom is on the second floor, the one with the best light. Because he is in poor health and is afraid of the cold, the floor is covered with warm jade. Mrs. Jiang loves him very much. All good things are moved into his room, calligraphy and painting vases. most.

Jiang Zhi didn't need help, so he lay down on his own, panting with a pale face, not to mention how delicate.

Mrs. Jiang sat on the chair beside the bed: "Is it better?"

He weakly said: "Yeah."

After ‘um’, I started coughing again.

The old lady was angry and distressed. She helped him follow the breath and told him: "Don't show up like this to scare my old lady, you can't die."

Jiang Zhi said in a sad voice, "Qin Shiyu said that my internal organs are broken."

"Even if it's so bad, I can give you medicine to hang on to your grandma."

He snorted, panted, unable to speak.

Seeing him like this, the old lady also saved the time to say to him: "Fu Xi, you go to the kitchen to remind you, why haven't we brought the soup for Brother Zhi."

"I'll go here." Jiang Fuxi closed the door after going out.

After taking the people away, the old lady Jiang said to Jiang Zhi, "Xiao Lin and Fu Li have become more and less constrained recently."

"Yeah, I heard." He lingered, his forehead was soft and misty blue and he covered his eyebrows. There were fragments of shadows falling on his pupils, a little lazy.

"At this point of ancestral industry, you just leave them to toss? Are you planning to come back and take over?"

He nestled bonelessly: "It's cold, I can't control it."

"You can toss my old bone." The old lady annoyed him, and he couldn't help but go crazy. "When the spring begins, I will give you your father's share. Grandma is old, and one foot has been in the coffin. , The road behind, you have to go by yourself."

The old man of the Jiang family made a will when he left, and the ancestral estate was divided into six, five children and one wife, but they were not evenly divided, and the head of the family was not selected. This family son, none of them is in peace.

The youngest Jiang Zhi, who has been ill, became the shopkeeper.

He hasn't gone straight yet: "I went into the coffin with both feet, and I still can't die. You, I still have to live."

The old lady scolded him with a smile.

"It's nothing else, you can do it with the Lu family."

Speaking of the Lu family, Jiang Zhi showed some interest: "Is the land taken by the Lu family?"

"Take it, if you do it like this, the Lu family digs out more and is annoyed." Mrs. Jiang said and smiled, with unconcealable comfort and joy in her eyes.

Among the four great families, the Jiang family and the Lu family are incompatible with each other. Everyone in the emperor knows them, and they have been fighting secretly for more than ten years, but why they fought for and for whom is unknown.

It was Jiang Zhi who didn't know.

"Grandma, tell me the truth today," he raised his eyelids and looked at the old lady, "what exactly did you have with the Lu family?"

If you have to report, you have to do it yourself.

Really a ghost.

He joked in a non-serious tone: "I heard, you, have a good time with the late old man of the Lu family."

He dared to say this.

Mrs. Jiang glared at him: "When you take over the Jiang family, grandma will tell you everything."

He hummed and said nothing.

"The Jin family brothers, but you made a ghost?"

"Ok."

"You don't have to worry about it later." The old lady stood up with a cane, "The people who bullied my Jiang family really thought my old lady was dead."

Outside the house, dark clouds cover the moon.

The Lu family’s ancestors started from jade, and their background is the same as that of the Jiang family. They belonged to a wealthy family for several generations. It was only from the generation of Mr. Lu that he began to get involved in the pharmaceutical industry.

Located in the most prosperous place in the imperial capital, Lu's Building is the tallest building in the city. From the top floor, overlooking the neon lights of the entire city.

"Second Miss."

The young girl sat on the boss chair, squinted and took a nap, did not open her eyes, and asked, "I found it?"

"It is indeed the little son of the Jiang family who bid with us." The secretary stepped forward, in a suit and leather shoes, and his hair was meticulously combed. "I don't know where I got the news. Knowing that our Lu family is sure to get the land, he deliberately The auction price doubled."

The girl opened her eyes.

The eyes are long, the face is small, the eyebrows are curvy, the appearance is nine points, and the temperament is very good.

The girl is young and looks only in her early twenties. She has a pair of single eyelids, her dark pupils are transparent, and she has an aura in it, but the corners of her lips are slightly raised, and she is a little more clever and clean than the girl next door.

She pinched her eyebrows: "This Jiang Zhi is really annoying." She muttered, and looked down at her watch, "It's nine o'clock."

In the second half of the sentence, the secretary was taken aback.

"His show is about to start." Then, she pushed aside the project file with an investment of over 100 million on the table and turned on the radio on the tablet.

"I like Wang Xiaobo's passage very much. I will give you my whole soul, together with its quirks, small tempers, light and dark, and 1,800 kinds of bad things. It is really annoying, only a little good, love you ."

The male voice on the radio is soft and deep, like intoxicating wine, like the wind in April, like a cello gently pulling in the ear.

"Good evening, this is Zhou Qingrang."

The secretary who doesn't understand the voice at all: "..."

Miss Er has recently become fascinated by a radio host surnamed Zhou. What's the name?

Oh, voice control.

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