After Ji Yueling withdrew, the widow Yao Xianghe showed even more cruelty!
Those children of the Ji family who disobey her rule, no matter what their seniority, will inevitably end up with ruined reputations and ruined families.
Therefore, for more than ten years, no one dared to question Yao Xianghe.
Except for Ji Yueling, no one can surpass Yao Xianghe in the Ji family's prestige.
Therefore, when Yao Xianghe entered the room, everyone was immediately silent.
As for the young man behind Yao Xianghe, he is naturally Yao Xianghe's eldest son, brother Ji Baxiao, and the current eldest son of the Ji family - Ji Chuan Shuo.
Compared with Ji Baxiao's arrogance and ignorance, Jichuan Shuo appears to be much more mature and restrained.
There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he seemed indifferent to Ji Yueling's death, and he just kept thinking about something.
Yao Xianghe first glanced at Ji Yueling's silent body, and then turned his attention to the children of the Ji family.
"You must abide by your ancestor's will. No one is allowed to go to Ye Hong privately to cause trouble without my permission. Do you hear that?!"
Everyone in the Ji family immediately bowed their heads respectfully.
"Let's all disperse."
When only Yao Xianghe and Ji Chuan Shuo were left in the room, Yao Xianghe also waved his hand: "Chuan Shuo, you can go down too."
An elusive light flashed in Himekawa Shuo's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Mother, don't hold on."
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he turned around and left calmly.
Looking at his increasingly opaque son, Yao Xianghe couldn't help but have a flash of exhaustion in his eyes.
"Grandpa is asleep! There is no one to play with me!"
Outside the corridor of the room, Ji Baxiao popped up with a silly smile on his face, then clapped his hands and skipped away.
The fatigue in Yao Xianghe's eyes suddenly turned into sadness.
Two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks.
A gust of breeze blew by, vaguely carrying Yao Xianghe's murmur into the air.
"Old Ancestor Xiao'er, I will definitely avenge you!
I, Yao Xianghe, don't know how to upright ancient martial arts. But I have thousands of ways to make you Ye Hong die without a burial place! "
The next day, Ye Hong woke up in Room 1803, Building 16, Tianheyuan, feeling refreshed.
After experiencing the New Year's Day battle last night, Ye Hong felt that his body was much stronger.
Practicing martial arts diligently can indeed strengthen your body.
The cell phone on the bedside suddenly rang.
Ye Hong thought it was Lei Zi who had arrived, but when he looked at the screen, he saw a number that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Speaking of familiarity, it was natural that Ye Hong knew the owner of the number.
He said he was unfamiliar, but it was because this was his first time talking to Ye Hong.
The number belongs to Jiang Guchan.
Before Jiang Guchan left Ye Shi, he asked Ye Hong to remember to contact him.
But since Jiang Guchan left last time, Ye Hong never called the number he left.
Firstly, Yehong really didn't have time. Secondly, Yehong seemed to have no need to cooperate with Jiang Guchan, so he put the matter behind him.
What does this old man want to do with me
Ye Hong frowned slightly and answered the phone.
"You kid, did you forget me, an old man, in Java if I didn't look for you?"
As soon as the call was connected, Jiang Guchan's powerful voice boomed on the other end of the phone.
This explosive voice reminded Ye Hong of Ye Zhonglu, the grandfather of Longchi Village.
A sense of intimacy arises spontaneously.
Ye Hong smiled and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, there are too many things going on recently, and I keep forgetting to come and bother you.
I wonder what you want from me? "
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then Jiang Guchan's solemn voice came: "I would like to invite you to join the Jiangnan Ancient Medicine Association."
(End of chapter)