Chapter 884

As soon as Zhou Beishen entered the Zhou Family Manor, he saw Zhou Lezhang walking towards him with a gloomy face.

"Zhou Beishen, I know you did it!" He looked at him with hatred in his eyes.

Zhou Beishen pretended to be stupid and asked, "What? I don't understand what you mean."

"Stop pretending to me, you killed my father, right?" He approached him, as if he wanted to fight him desperately.

Zhou Beishen spread his hands, expressing his innocence: "You have wronged me. Did you forget what I was doing on the day your father died? I almost died at your hands. Your memory is so bad?"

Zhou Lezhang was at a loss for words, and he didn't think it would be Zhou Beishen, after all, he really didn't have the energy to do this.

But his grandfather said it was him, and he was very sure, so he could only believe it.

"Did the old man tell you something? Zhou Lezhang, you are still so stupid." Zhou Beishen shook his head helplessly, as if he felt that he was hopeless.

Zhou Lezhang was dissatisfied, and just about to ask him what he meant, Zhou Beishen had already said it first: "The old man has only two sons, and now your father is dead, don't care who killed him, but it must not be killed by Zhou Yan." ,Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Zhou Lezhang's face turned pale, he obviously understood what Zhou Beishen said.

"The old man has done so much just to prove that I am the one behind the scenes, because I must be." He chuckled, looking a little miserable.

After finishing speaking, he walked past Zhou Lezhang and walked towards the dungeon in the manor, where the two people who were captured were imprisoned.

Even though he knew that he would not get any news from those two people, he still had to save face. Otherwise, how could Zhou Lezhang believe that these people had nothing to do with him, and how could he believe that all this was arranged by the old man of the Zhou family?

But Zhou Beishen also understood that even if Zhou Lezhang believed that these were the old man's arrangements, he would not do anything. After all, he still needed the old man's support, not to mention that he and Zhou Xinjue didn't have that good relationship.

Of course, Zhou Beishen didn't care, as long as the seeds of doubt were planted in his heart, sooner or later, the seeds would take root and sprout.

At night, in the restaurant, Jiang Wan looked at Fu Yu opposite, with complicated emotions.

Although the news of Jiang Mian's return to Fu Yu's side was not deliberately expanded, there were still many people who knew about it, and Jiang Wan was one of them.

In the past few days, she has been thinking about how to talk to Fu Yu. On the one hand, Zhou has no idea, and on the other hand, it is also delayed because of Zhou Beishen's affairs.

But today, it was Fu Yu who took the initiative to ask her out. She wanted to take this opportunity to talk to him and see what he was thinking.

It's just that from eating to now, she hasn't figured out how to speak yet.

"Xiao Wan, the master is back, you can visit him when you have time." Fu Yu said to her.

Jiang Wan nodded, "Okay, I'll be there in the next two days, do you want to come together?"

"I won't go. Speaking of which, I'm not considered his official disciple. I'm just a name, and I haven't learned his real skills." Fu Yu himself still knows it well.

Mr. Su is a well-known master of traditional Chinese painting. He was sent there by his family back then. Unfortunately, his talent is not good, and it is not easy for the old man to refuse the Fu family, so he can only accept him as a registered student.

But Jiang Wan is different.

She is very talented and willing to learn. Mr. Su likes her very much, and has never taken on any apprentices after her.

"Master doesn't care about these things. If you can go, he will be very happy." Thinking of the old man's character, Jiang Wan felt that she would probably be judged again if she went this time.

She inevitably became a little nervous. After all, these days, she really didn't spend much time on painting, and the only time she had was used to practice martial arts.

Ashamed and ashamed, the more she thought about it, the less she dared to see the old man.