When Jian Wanjun heard this, he immediately asked: "Who are you with?"
Jian Zechuan pinched Xin Ai's cheek and smiled: "What do you think?"
Jian Wanjun felt uncomfortable when he thought about the last time he returned without success and Xin Ai took away a lot of money.
He said angrily: "You... you went all the way to find her, Jian Zechuan, do you still have any sense?"
Jian Zechuan said displeased: "I know exactly what I am doing. If you have time, you can spend time with my mother. You don't have to worry about my affairs."
When he hung up the phone, Xin Ai pretended to be sad: "Oh, I'm so worried. Third Master's father doesn't like me. I'm so sad..."
"That's not important to you, is it?"
Xin Ai shrugged, yes, it didn't matter that she didn't want to marry into the Jian family.
Thinking like this, Xin Ai suddenly felt quite bored, so she lay down again and played with her mobile phone.
Nowadays, most of the news on Weibo is An Xinya's death. Public opinion on the Internet is very easy to guide. Under Li Anhe's deliberate manipulation, the vast majority of netizens believe that An Xinya died of homicide.
Almost all of the comments on Xiacheng Police’s Weibo account are made by netizens, hoping to find out the truth, bring justice to the deceased, and let the general public know the inside story.
After flipping through the pages, the Xiacheng police issued a latest notice.
Seeing the content, Xin Ai sat up suddenly.
Xiacheng police reported that it has been determined that actor An Moumou died of murder and not
It was an accident. The specific circumstances are still under further investigation. If there are any new developments, we will report them in time.
Xin Ai's eyes were astonishingly bright. Did the police confirm that An Xinya's death was murder
As long as the police continue to pursue the case, they can create pressure on the opponent. No matter how powerful the opponent is, they will be able to catch him one day.
Jian Zechuan glanced at Xin Ai's phone, his face expressionless.
…
Four hours later, back in Mingdu, Jian Zechuan sent Xin Ai back to Maple Dew Garden. The house had been tidied up again, and the doors and some furniture inside had been replaced.
Before Xin Ai got out of the car, she held Jian Zechuan's neck and refused to let go: "Then are you still coming tonight?"
Jian Zechuan patted her face gently: "I have something to do these two days, have a good rest and don't cause any trouble for me."
"From what you're saying, it's as if I'm good for nothing but trouble."
"Is not it?"
Jian Zechuan recalled that since he and Xin Ai got to know each other, every time she was in trouble, he would end it in the end.
Xin Ai shook his head seriously: "Of course not. I am your little fairy. I have magic that can make you feel better. Also, I am so beautiful... Don't you think you can ignore everything else?"
Jian Zechuan was used to Xin Ai's shamelessness: "Stop being poor and go back."
Xin Ai bit her lip, "I... still have some doubts about this place. You should come see me more often."
Jian Zechuan pried her fingers apart one by one
: "Nothing will happen again. Unless explosives are used on the door this time, hurry in."
Xin Ai reluctantly looked back three times and went in slowly.
As soon as she got home and closed the door, she immediately called Li Anhe.
She said excitedly: "Li Anhe, have you seen that An Xinya's case has been classified as murder?"
"I saw it. The person who contacted An Xinya the most on the phone before her death was Chen Ming. Now they have been investigated. I guess something can be found this time. Chen Ming is directly related to your sister's disappearance."
"This bastard really has something to do with him. He acted like he didn't know anything in front of me before."
He also asked her for liquidated damages, and Xin Ai now wanted to go to Chen Ming to ask for her sister.
"You can just wait and see, I guess it will only last a few days."
"good."
…
When Jian Zechuan returned home, his father scolded him as soon as he walked in: "It's all the good things you did. Your mother is so angry with you."
"I'll go check on her." Jian Zechuan didn't believe that his mother would be sick. She was in good health, but her blood pressure was a little high.
If you are sick, you may just be faking it.
"Mom." Pushing open the bedroom, Jian Zechuan saw his mother lying there with a bad face and not in good spirits.
Mrs. Jian said weakly: "Zechuan, you are back."
"How's your body?"
Mrs. Jian quickly held her head: "I'm a little dizzy."
simple
Zechuan smiled: "Have a good rest and go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow."
Mrs. Jian held his hand: "Zechuan, at this age, Mom hopes to see you get married and have children before she dies."
"Mom, you are still young."
"Zekawa, you went to see that little girl again this time, didn't you? Why did you... Hey, that little girl is so unreliable. Listen to her mother and break up with her immediately. Mom will find you a better temperament. If you are a docile girl who is against you, please stop messing around."
Jian Zechuan knew what she was going to say, so he was not in a hurry and said: "Mom, she suits me very well. I don't want to change it for the time being. When I get tired of it, I will naturally change it. For someone of my age, if If you want a woman, you still need your parents’ permission, so your adopted son is too incompetent, isn’t it?”
"You, can...she..."
Jian Zechuan thoughtfully pulled up the thin quilt for Mrs. Jian: "You can treat me as your son. I have strong tastes and don't like to be bland and showy. I prefer little girls who love to act like monsters. I have my own confidence in my affairs. Besides, even if you allow someone to enter Jian's house, she may not get in, so there's nothing to worry about."
Mrs. Jian was shocked, not because of her son's words, but because of his tone.
She didn't know if she heard it wrong, but there seemed to be an unspeakable "resentment" in her son's words.
"
Zechuan, remember your identity, you are the young master of the Jian family. "
"Mom, I have to carry my identity all the time. Isn't that too tiring? Don't think too much. What you and my father are worried about won't happen. Go to sleep. It's getting late. I still have some business to do. We need to talk about something, so let’s go first.”
Jian Zechuan spoke a few words and suppressed all Mrs. Jian's prepared words, basically not giving her a chance to speak.
Watching the son he raised getting better and better, this is a good thing to be proud of, but the bad thing is that this son is disobedient.
He has been disobedient since he was a child and cannot be controlled.
After Jian Zechuan left, Jian Wanjun went upstairs to ask them how the mother and son talked.
Mrs. Jian sighed: "I think it's better not to worry about it. You can't control it, and I can't control it. If he doesn't let go, it's useless for us to say anything. Maybe he knows it himself."
Mrs. Jian is not sure what she said.
Jian Wanjun hurriedly walked back and forth in the room: "That little girl doesn't want to marry Zechuan, so I'm even more worried."
Men, don’t all have that kind of hobby, the less you can get it, the better it feels.
The more the other party doesn't want to, the more they want to conquer.
Xin Ai does not have any merits, but her behavior and handling are different from those of a normal kept woman. The cards she plays are things you would never expect. She can bring a constant source of freshness to her son.
What a dangerous sign is this
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