Chapter 595

Suburban villas.

In the study room, sandalwood is lit in the room. The old man sits on the boss chair, looks out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and turns the prayer beads in his hand.

On the wall, the hour hand moved little by little, and without knowing it, it turned several frames.

The sun shone at the highest point, and then turned to the west, and no one came to the house.

Jiang Yan was rolling with laughter in her room.

"Hahahaha! Seeing how sure he was in winning before, I thought how reliable it was, but he didn't come?!"

The person next to him lowered his head, looking at his nose and heart, not daring to smile like him, not even daring to lick the corners of his lips.

Jiang Hai is moody, and Jiang Yanhui is the one who resembles him the most among his descendants, so he naturally inherited his unpredictable temper.

Laughing one second, maybe throwing a fist the next second.

Jiang Yan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her expression became ruthless in an instant.

"Oh, what a pity." He sneered, "If I were in charge now, he would also be kneeling under the waterfall."

After speaking, he sneezed very appropriately.

No matter how strong the body is, kneeling at that temperature for so long must not be able to bear it.

His head is still heavy.

The subordinates were even more afraid to speak, and their stomachs were full of words that they wanted to complain about.

The imagination is full, and the reality is very skinny.

Isn't this not in charge yet?

After thinking about several things in his mind to do after he took over the position, there was movement from the other side of the study.

The door opened and the people inside came out.

Jiang Yan twitched her brows, jumped up from the bed with the corners of her lips curled up, and walked out.

Outside, Jiang Hai was going down the stairs with a cane.

"Father."

When he made a sound, Jiang Hai stopped and turned around: "What's the matter?"

The surface of Jianghai was calm, and there was no trace of annoyance or frustration from the failure of the plan.

Jiang Yanhui suppressed the corners of her mouth that were about to turn up because of her eagerness, and narrowed her eyebrows: "Are you going out now?"

"It's still dangerous outside recently, you should not go out? Even if you are anxious about the Luo family's affairs, there is no need for this moment, is there?"

Oh, what are you holding on to?

In this world, anyone can make a calculation error, and it's not a big deal.

Like before, this guy tried to get rid of the two children of Jiang's family, didn't he fail?

This family is very evil.

Jiang Hai glanced at him with a half-smile, and couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"Yan Hui, there are many things that cannot be rushed. I thought you could take care of some small things on your own, but now it seems—it's still far away."

After he finished speaking, he went straight downstairs, and Jiang Yan felt his head hurt even more.

After a meal, Luo Sinian went to the cemetery in the southern suburbs.

When the weather was clear, he placed a bouquet of white roses in front of the grave.

On the tombstone of the joint burial, men and women with gentle smiles met his gaze.

"Dad, Mom, I just came back from filming my first movie."

"I filmed a school drama, which is about a girl falling in love. My second brother and the others were afraid that I wouldn't get used to it for a while, so they specially made a drama that didn't even have a kissing scene. Damn."

He scratched his neck: "To be honest, it's not that I haven't been in a relationship for so many years. As for me, with such a cautious heart, in this circle, can I not make any intimate scenes all the time?"

No one could answer his ramblings, only the cool wind blowing over his face seemed to be a response.

"I... these years, I have lived really well."

Aunt Ruan, Uncle Jiang, and the eldest brother and second brother.

They are not related by blood, but every time they treat him, they are like real relatives.

"I heard some words from others a few days ago."

Luo Sinian narrowed his eyes, as if recalling: "Those words are completely different from what I know, and I am really confused."

Are the feelings of these years, as well as the tears that Ruan Ruhong shed, all fake?

He lowered his long eyelashes: "If you have spirits in the sky, can you give me a dream or something? Tell me, what is the truth..."

With a chuckle: "I'm really crazy too."

Things like entrusting dreams are illusory, how can you count on this?

Things have to be figured out on your own.

"It's a bit troublesome now." Luo Sinian got up, patted his dirty pants, and sighed, "Oh, I only regret it now. I didn't develop my career well before, and now I don't even have the resources to use."

He used to be muddle-headed, and had no contacts other than Qian. It was quite difficult to find out what happened a long time ago, but the Jiang family couldn't find out.

But he won't give up.

"Actually, I think what that person said shouldn't be true, right?"

Luo Sinian thought for a while, then looked up at the sky: "If it's true, how many years have they acted? Are they so good at pretending?"

It may be possible to act for a while, but is it possible to act for nearly twenty years?

Ten thousand steps back, if Aunt Ruan and Uncle Jiang really killed their parents, why did they take him in?

"Sometimes, some people act too much, and even deceive themselves!"

The old and majestic voice of a middle-aged man suddenly sounded in the silent space. Luo Sinian suddenly turned his head and found a man standing not far behind him, his eyes full of grief and indignation.

"You are..." As soon as the words came out, Luo Sinian tightened his lips, "Are you the one who sent me the message?"

Jiang Hai's gaze implied approval: "As expected of their child, very smart."

He also held a bouquet of white roses in his hand, slowly stepped forward, bent down and placed the flowers in front of the grave.

Luo Sinian looked at him warily.

"In the past, your father and I were best friends. I helped you get your name from "Jin Se"."

Zither has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column think of Huanian.

He tidied up the bouquet, and his words were full of nostalgia for the past: "Through me, Jiang Tao and Ruan Ruhong also got to know them, and the few of them lived together peacefully for several years, and it turned out!"

He suddenly tightened his fingers, stood up slowly, and looked at Luo Sinian with a gloomy expression: "He Jiang Tao is not as good as I am, so he tried to drive me out of the Jiang family. They were actually murdered by them!"

"They adopted you just to keep me in check. You are Luo Fan's child, how could I ignore you?"

"It's just that you are assimilated by their family now, and you really think they really treat you as a family member, but have you ever thought about how simple your parents' car accident was? The Jiang family didn't investigate to the end, and only sent a driver to prison It’s so hasty, why is that!?”

Luo Sinian's breathing became tense, and Jiang Hai squeezed his shoulders with both hands, as if he wanted to crush the bone under his hand.

"The Jiang family has become so powerful, can it be that they can't even find out who is behind the scenes?"