Chapter 7: Self-destruction for many unjust acts
At night, the eleven o'clock bell has already struck.
Jiang Zhai.
Jiang Ruhai sat on the sofa with a dark face.
Seeing Bo Muhan hang up the phone, he looked towards him, frowned and asked, "Still not answering?"
"Yeah."
Jiang Ruhai suddenly lost his temper, picked up an antique vase on the shelf and threw it out.
“This is simply unreasonable!”
“I thought she would be more restrained when she went to college, but I didn’t expect that she would still be as playful as before!”
“What time is it? Go home, do you look like a college girl?" He growled angrily.
Bo Yan, who was so frightened that she hid in the corner, whispered: "Today I went to school to report, and I saw her with several boys on the playground, as if they were discussing where to go to a club to drink."
"Xiaoyan!!" Bo Muhan glared at Bo Yan.
Bo Yan immediately blushed, "I'm sorry, did I say the wrong thing?"
Jiang Ruhai glared at Bo Muhan, "She looks like that, why don't you let people talk?!"
He took a breath and turned his eyes to Bo Yan, "Xiaoyan, tell uncle, do you know any of those boys? What majors are they in?"
Bo Yan bit her lip and looked at Bo Muhan, then at Jiang Ruhai, and shook her head slightly.
At this moment, a bright light suddenly flashed outside the window, followed by the sound of a car horn.
Wu Ma trotted in, "Master, the eldest lady is back!"
Jiang Ruhai picked up a feather duster and rushed out, but was stopped midway by Bo Muhan.
"Uncle Hai, you are not in good health, please pay attention to your health!"
"What are you doing here if you don't sleep at this late hour?"
The voice was as cold as water, without any emotion.
“You still know it’s so late?”
Jiang Ruhai pushed Bao Muhan away and rushed over, carrying her to the antique clock, “Look what time it is now?”
“Which girl doesn’t come home until eleven or twelve?”
Jiang Qingzhou impatiently threw his hand away, took off the high heels on his feet, walked barefoot to the sofa and sat down.
"Tell me, why did you come here today to avenge Ma Jiaojiao?"
Jiang Ruhai opened his mouth. He wanted to scold her, but suddenly he couldn't. .
It seems that every time he comes back here, it is really for his first love, his daughter Ma Jiaojiao.
He swallowed the anger in his heart, walked up to Jiang Qingzhou, and said slowly: "Have you had dinner tonight?"
Jiang Qingzhou looked up at him, his eyes cold and distant.
“Let’s get straight to the point. I’m very sleepy now, so hurry up and let me sleep!”
“You...”
Jiang Ruhai wanted to show his fatherly side. But this biological daughter is so irritating that it always makes the newly eased father-daughter relationship return to a vicious cycle. "Dad has heard about your participation in the student union."
"You finally listened to what I said. It's better for a girl to marry well than to do well. Looking at the entire upper class circle in Philadelphia, no one of your age is worse than Ye Zichen, so you did the right thing this time. You should have more contact with him."
Jiang Qingzhou looked up at Bo Muhan, his face was calm and expressionless.
Jiang Qingzhou tugged his lips, picked at his fingers and said: "I participate in the student union to exercise my personal abilities, not to fall in love."
Jiang Ruhai smiled, "I'm a girl. , thin-skinned, doesn’t like anyone Even if you have the nerve to say it, your father will understand. If you don’t talk about love, you won’t talk about love. Relationships are cultivated. Over time, there is no need to talk about it, and feelings will come naturally. "
Jiang Qingzhou was speechless. He rolled his eyes at his father.
"Just study hard at school with Ye Zichen, and leave the rest to Dad. Tomorrow at noon, we will go to Ye's house for dinner. The two families will officially get to know each other. Then dress up nicely. We will not only take down Ye Zichen, but also His family! "
Jiang Qingzhou feels that Jiang Ruhai is a little abnormal recently. She is only eighteen years old. Why is Jiang Ruhai so anxious to arrange marriage for her?
Jiang Qingzhou's face sank, "I'm not going!"
"I have to go, I've already made an appointment with someone!"
"I've made an appointment too. Don’t go!”
Jiang Qingzhou stopped listening to the nonsense Jiang Ruhai said and got up and walked upstairs.
Jiang Ruhai’s earnest persuasion had no effect, so he couldn’t hold it back and started to lose his temper again.
"You have to go whether you want to go or not, this matter is not up to you!"
Jiang Qingzhou stood on the stairs, looked down at Jiang Ruhai coldly, and said with a strong attitude: " Then let's see, it's up to me!"
"You..."
Jiang Qingzhou ignored Jiang Ruhai and turned back to his room.
After she left, Jiang Ruhai slowly squatted down, covering his heart, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
When Bo Muhan saw this scene, he quickly stepped forward and supported him, "Uncle Hai, you are feeling uncomfortable again!"
Jiang Ruhai grabbed his hand tightly, his lips turned black: " Medicine!"
Bo Muhan quickly took out a small medicine bottle from his inner pocket, poured two black pills out of it, and fed it into Jiang Ruhai's mouth.
After dozens of seconds, Jiang Ruhai's face gradually returned to normal. He exhaled a long breath and slowly stood up with the help of Bao Muhan.
Bo Muhan helped him to the sofa.
“Did you see what she looked like just now?”
Before Bo Muhan responded, Jiang Ruhai continued to answer: “If you don’t find someone to take care of her like that, How can you do this with her? "
"In this case, call some bodyguards and wait for her at the door of the bedroom. As soon as she comes out, she will be tied up for the Ye family's dinner tomorrow. Go!”
Bo Muhan pursed his lips, "Okay!"
The two said a few more words, Jiang Ruhai waved to Bo Muhan, "It's getting late, you go and have a rest, I want to sit by myself for a while. "
Bo Muhan got up and walked towards his room.
Halfway through, he turned around and said, "Uncle Hai, I think your condition seems to be serious. You should go to the hospital for a checkup when you have time!"
Jiang Ruhai closed his eyes and leaned on On the sofa, he didn't say anything, as if he was asleep.
(End of this chapter)